The witch doctor's face was full of fatigue and concern: "You are okay, there were too many orcs injured yesterday, and I came here just after I finished my work."

The middle-aged patriarch smiled stiffly: "It's okay, it's not that serious. Just apply some herbs."

The witch doctor saw that he looked strange and thought he was still complaining about him just now.

It was rare to condescend to the noble, and before the middle-aged orc reacted, he lifted a thin layer of animal skin on his body.

The middle-aged patriarch's pupils shrank and his body was extremely stiff. He could hear his heart beating violently.

If the witch doctor found his wound...

"You have recovered well. Although your wound is long, it should not be deep, otherwise these herbs will not be able to stop the blood."

After saying that, he signaled the orc behind him to hand over the crocodile skin bag in his hand and placed it next to the middle-aged clan leader: "This is herb. After you eat the food, let the clan members change it again. It will be better in a few days."

When the middle-aged clan leader heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He nodded respectfully: "Don't worry, there are all tribesmen, so you should go back and rest quickly. I'll have to treat the orcs' injuries."

The witch doctor smiled and nodded, and the two beasts pulled some of them again. It was not until the young orc came back with the food that the witch doctor got up and left.

Seeing the figure of the witch doctor leaving, the young orc wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and hurried into the tent: "Class leader, is it okay?"

The patriarch shook his head: "It should be nothing, but fortunately, you kid cleverly applied a layer of herbal paste on the wound, otherwise you would have been really dangerous just now."

The young orc breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good if you didn't find it."

After saying that, he handed the barbecue that had been battered in his hand to the middle-aged clan leader: "If the white marten orc says it is better to eat barbecue, it is not good to eat raw meat."

As for why it is not good, he doesn't know.

The middle-aged clan leader who had experienced a difficult life was not picky about food, so he took the barbecue and started gnawing.

The witch doctor who left on the other side lowered his face the moment he turned around and left. The orc behind him carefully followed him, and he didn't dare to show off.

After returning to the tent, the witch doctor sat on the animal skin mat with a calm face: "Go and call the clan leader over."

The orc hurriedly bowed and retreated.

The witch doctor Crow thought of the familiar smell that he smelled after just lifting the middle-aged clan leader's skin, and his eyes were deep and dark.

How could he not smell that kind of smell? The precious smell of the branches and leaves of the Shenmu tree is an extremely precious existence in their tribe.

Except for the people who were seriously injured and about to die, he was reluctant to give it to other orcs.

But just now...

"Master Witch Doctor." The patriarch's voice recalled outside the tent, interrupting the witch Doctor's meditation.

"Come in."

Upon hearing this, the clan leader lifted the animal skin curtain and walked in. After sitting down on the animal skin mat on the side of the clan leader, he looked at him in confusion.

"My Lord Witch Doctor, what happened?"

The witch doctor's face was dark, and he obviously looked in a bad mood.

Doctor Wu nodded: "I went to see the injured middle-class tribe leader today, but his wounds were healed."

The patriarch frowned: "Didn't it mean the injury is serious?"
Chapter completed!