The middle-aged orc leader sighed with complicated eyes: "I thought I would take you back to Miri Forest after this battle, but I didn't expect that the old witch doctor would come to treat me. It seems that he doesn't care about us."

When the young orc heard this, his face quickly became cold: "Class leader, don't talk about the old witch doctor. We have never seen him since you were injured.

The tribesmen went to invite them many times before they found out that several evolutionary orcs in the Clau tribe were injured. He was busy with treatment and had no time to come."

The middle-aged orc leader who was still moved just now instantly felt grateful and fed the Hemg Beast.

"Then my injury is..."

There seems to be no other witch doctors or witch doctor disciples in the team except the old witch doctors.

The young orc sighed: "It's that white martened orc. Come and ask the clan leader's decision. I happened to see that you were injured and about to... "

He paused for a moment, then saw the slightly changed face of the patriarch, sighed and continued, "I went back and got the precious medicinal powder made of branches and leaves of the sacred tree."

After saying that, he turned around and picked up two portions of the medicine powder wrapped in leaves: "This is what he left for you, it is enough to cure your wound."

The middle-aged orc nodded silently. Suddenly, he frowned and looked at the young orc as if he was thinking of something: "My wound is so serious, why can't I feel the pain at all?"

The young orc said a look of respect appeared on his face: "The White Sable Orc said that this was the medicine powder made by the witch doctor of their tribe. If it was sprinkled on it, the orcs would not feel the pain of the wound.

Maybe it was because I wanted to help you clean your wound yesterday, and I was afraid that you would not be able to bear the pain, so I used it for you. I also saw the expression on the face of the white sable orc. It hurts a lot. This medicine powder should be very precious and rare."

The middle-aged orc chief chuckled, but he was full of self-deprecating: "I really didn't expect that I was rescued by a hostile orc."

The young orc glanced at his clan leader: "Class leader, should we go back or continue to stay here?"

The patriarch looked at the young orc: "What's wrong?"

The young orc pursed her lips: "The white marten orc said before leaving, let's leave earlier."

The patriarch frowned. No matter what the beast heard, he would not be happy, but thinking of the powerful strength of the White Sable Orc, he felt relieved again.

The other party is a high-level evolutionary orc. Such orcs are in any tribe, and they are very high-ranking people. A middle-class tribe leader like himself can be considered a hunting team leader in such a large tribe.

He tilted his head and looked at the clear sky outside the tent, with his eyes firm: "In the next battle, we will take the opportunity to leave. Don't tell the tribesmen that those cubs are too young."

The young orc looked bitter: "Class leader, am I very old?"

The patriarch glared at him, turned his head and looked at the inside of the tent without hesitation. He refused to answer such a mentally retarded question: "I'm hungry when I ask the tribe members to bring some food to come."

The young orc with a heart scattered heart went out to get food. The patriarch's reaction just now really hurt the beast's heart.

A moment later, a sound of footsteps rang out, and the middle-aged orc chief turned his head: "Get it so quickly... Master Witch Doctor?"
Chapter completed!