CHAPTER 1267: CHAPTER 1266: THE BIG-TAILED WOLF

She had no idea that a certain big-tailed wolf’s eyes were gleaming, with a smug curve at the corner of his mouth.

Nestled in the broad embrace of the orc, Ji Nuan actually began to feel drowsy, and before long, she was snoring lightly in the orc’s arms.

Xiu Yan amusedly tapped her nose, and the little female wrinkled her nose, snuggled her head towards his chest, and fell asleep again.

This time, Xiu Yan did not disturb her, and closed his eyes to rest as well.

Unlike their leisurely moment, all the tribes at Saint Fei Oasis were gathered at the oasis exit, anxiously waiting.

They hadn’t gone out hunting for several days now, and the tribespeople were relying on eating fruit and plants to fill their stomachs.

Today, an orc from the Mogor Tribe informed them that the clan leader, along with over three hundred hunting team orc warriors, had gone to attack the nomadic orcs who had snatched their food and killed their tribespeople.

After the initial enthusiasm faded, what remained was deep worry; those orcs were fierce, and no orc who encountered them had survived.

Except for the shamans and those powerful orcs.

"Shaman, should we ask Shaman Ji Nuan and the others for help?" A young clan leader child stood by the shaman’s side, frowning as he looked into the distant desert.

The old shaman shook his head: "Xiu Yan helped us drive away the flying orcs, what’s left is our own matter, we must rely on our own strength to achieve victory and brilliance."

The young orc took a deep breath, and his mood gradually calmed down.

He believed that all the uncles and fathers would definitely return.

This agonizing wait continued until the afternoon when figures of a group of orcs appeared on the distant sand dunes, riding on the backs of twin-headed beasts.

"The warriors have returned! The clan leader has returned!"

"So, does this mean we can go out hunting?"

The orcs excitedly conversed.

The figures far away finally appeared before the eyes of the crowd, leading them was none other than the Mogor clan leader.

The old shaman stroked his beard and laughed heartily, feeling very comforted.

And perhaps due to being well prepared, although each orc bore wounds, none were life-threatening.

"How did it go, did you kill them all?" the old shaman asked the Mogor clan leader.

His arm had been injured by something sharp, leaving a deep cut,

but it hadn’t reached a fatal spot, the old shaman had just bandaged him.

The Mogor clan leader shook his head: "No, we brought back some nomadic orcs, including their leader."

"You captured their leader?"

The old shaman looked at the Mogor clan leader in puzzlement, the clan leader chuckled dryly twice: "We only killed a small portion of the orcs, the rest we brought back."

The old shaman frowned at him: "What were you thinking? If you bring them back, the surrounding small and medium tribes will definitely not agree, these nomadic orcs ruined them terribly."

The Mogor clan leader looked at the old shaman, smiled bitterly: "It’s not that I didn’t kill him, but because when I was leaving, Shaman Ji Nuan said it’s best to bring them back alive."

"Are you saying Shaman Ji Nuan made you bring those nomadic orcs back?" The old shaman was absolutely stunned.

The Mogor clan leader nodded: "Those who weren’t dead on the spot, I brought them all back."