Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World-Chapter 1479 - 1476: Unreliable Shaman

The middle-aged Orc Clan Leader sighed with a complex expression in his eyes, "I was thinking of taking you all back to the Miri Forest after this battle, but I didn’t expect the old Shaman to come and heal me. It seems he hasn’t completely abandoned us."

The young orc’s face quickly turned cold upon hearing this, "Clan Leader, please don’t mention the old Shaman. Since you got injured, we haven’t seen him at all.

The tribesmen went to ask many times, only to find that several high-level evolved orcs in the Crow Tribe were injured. He’s busy treating them and has no time to come over."

The middle-aged Orc Clan Leader, who had been deeply moved just moments ago, felt as if all his gratitude had been fed to the Humming Beasts.

"Then my injury is..."

As far as I know, there’s no other Shaman or Shaman Disciple in the team besides the old Shaman.

The young orc sighed, "It was the White Mink Orc who came over to inquire about each Clan Leader’s decision and just happened to see you injured and almost..."

At this point, he paused, then noticed the Clan Leader’s slightly changed expression and sighed before continuing, "That’s when he went back to get the valuable powder made from the Divine Wood Tree Branches and Leaves."

After speaking, he turned around and picked up two portions of powder wrapped in leaves, "This is what he left for you. It’s enough to heal your wound."

The middle-aged orc nodded silently. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he frowned and looked at the young orc, "My wound is so severe, why don’t I feel any pain?"

The young orc showed a look of reverence, "The White Mink Orc said this is the powder made by their Tribal Shaman. When applied, it makes orcs feel no pain from the wound.

Maybe it’s because they had to clean your wound yesterday and were afraid you’d be in unbearable pain, so they used some for you. I also saw the painful expression on the White Mink Orc’s face; this powder must be very precious and rare."

The middle-aged Orc Clan Leader chuckled lightly, but it was full of self-deprecation, "I never expected to be saved by an orc from an opposing tribe."

The young orc glanced at his Clan Leader, "Clan Leader, should we go back or stay here?" 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

The Clan Leader looked at the young orc, "What’s the matter?"

The young orc pursed his lips, "The White Mink Orc said before leaving that we should leave soon."

The Clan Leader frowned. Such words would upset any beast, but thinking about the White Mink Orc’s formidable strength, he felt relieved.

The other party is a high-level evolved orc; such orcs hold high status in any tribe. A middle-ranked tribe leader like me would at most be a Hunting Team Leader in a large tribe like that.

He tilted his head to glance at the clear sky outside the tent, his eyes resolute, "In the next battle, we will seize the opportunity to leave. Do not tell the tribesmen yet; those youngsters are too inexperienced."

The young orc’s face turned bitter, "Clan Leader, am I really that old?"

The Clan Leader glared at him, then turned his head away, refusing to answer such a silly question, "Tell the tribesmen to bring some food over; I’m hungry."

The young orc, feeling dejected, went out to fetch food. The Clan Leader’s reaction just now truly pained his heart.

A moment later, footsteps were heard, and the middle-aged Orc Clan Leader turned his head, "That was quick... Shaman?"

What took the middle-aged orc by surprise was that the one walking into the tent was the Shaman from the Crow Tribe.