The old witch doctor frowned: "How many beasts have you brought back in total?"

"There are more than seventy orcs and five females." The Mogo patriarch replied after thinking about it.

"Female? There are females among the wandering orcs?" The old witch doctor looked at him in shock. After all, few tribes would expel females because for the delicate females, it would be equivalent to sentence them to death.

The Mogo patriarch shook his head: "It was not the ones who were expelled, but the wandering orcs who raised these females and gave birth to their cubs."

The old witch doctor's expression suddenly changed: "It seems that these stray orcs are even more cruel than they imagined. They treat precious females like this."

The Mogo patriarch did not speak, but he couldn't help asking himself what he would do if he became a wandering orc.

But there is no answer to this question. I am not a wandering orc, and I cannot stand in their position to think.

"Okay, send the wandering orcs to Ji Nuan's witch doctor first and see what she wants to deal with." The old witch doctor turned around and walked towards Ji Nuan and the camp.

Mogo led the hunting team orcs and the caught wandering orcs followed behind him.

Xiu Yan and Hall were dealing with those flying beasts. These flying beasts were very big and they got a lot of meat after processing.

Ji Nuan drew the appearance of the flying beast in his travel notes, and was recording the events of these flying beasts.

The old witch doctor has already brought the orcs to their hard ground.

The chaotic footsteps attracted Ji Nuan and the others' attention. He put down the pen in his hand, and Ji Nuan turned around and took out a porcelain bottle from the small animal skin bag.

Then he walked away like an old witch doctor and a leader of the Mogo.

Xiu Yan, Hall and others also put down their work and walked over.

Looking at the embarrassing orcs behind the Mogo clan leader, Ji Nuan knew that these wandering orcs were: "The clan leader captured all these wandering orcs?"

Ji Nuan's voice was very gentle, which made the tribes of the surrounding large, medium and small tribes very fond of it. It was rare to see a gentle witch doctor.

The Mogo patriarch smiled bitterly: "A lot of them died, and those who resisted strongly were killed by us."

Ji Nuan nodded: "Although I said it would be best to bring it back alive, you are right to do this. The first thing to do is to protect the lives of your own tribe."

The orcs around were moved.

The trapped orcs behind the Mogo patriarch raised their heads in surprise and looked at the female in front of them in disbelief.

So, is it because of this female saying?

What is her identity?

"Doctor Ji Nuan, what do you want these wandering orcs to do? It's so dangerous to keep their words." The old witch doctor said in a deep voice.

Ji Nuan chuckled and stroked the body of the porcelain bottle in her hand with slender fingers: "Don't worry, if you encounter me, they will be the ones who are dangerous.

And don’t worry, we will stay in your tribe for a few days to replenish food, and I will take these stray orcs with me when I leave."

The old witch doctor moved his lips and wanted to say something, but he looked up and accidentally glanced at Ji Nuan's malicious eyes looking at the wandering orcs.
Chapter completed!