CHAPTER 1268: CHAPTER 1267: CAPTURE THEM ALL

The old Shaman frowned, "How many beasts did you bring back in total?"

"Over seventy Orcs and five females," replied the Mogor Clan Leader after some thought.

"Females? Are there females among the nomadic Orcs?" The old Shaman looked at him in shock, as tribes rarely expel females, as doing so would be akin to sentencing them to death.

The Mogor Clan Leader shook his head, "They weren’t expelled; these nomadic Orcs stole them and are keeping them to breed offspring."

The old Shaman’s face changed abruptly, "It seems these nomadic Orcs are even more brutal than imagined, treating precious females in such a manner."

The Mogor Clan Leader said nothing, yet he couldn’t help but question himself internally: if he became a nomadic Orc, what would he do?

But this question had no answer; he was not a nomadic Orc and couldn’t put himself in their shoes.

"Alright, send those nomadic Orcs to Shaman Ji Nuan first and see how she wants to handle them," the old Shaman turned and walked towards Ji Nuan’s camp.

The Mogor Clan Leader led the hunting team Orcs and the captured nomadic Orcs, following behind him.

Xiu Yan and Harry were processing those few flying wild beasts, which were large and provided a lot of meat when processed.

Ji Nuan was sketching the flying wild beasts in her journal and documenting their encounter.

Meanwhile, the old Shaman had already led the Orcs upon their sturdy ground.

The chaotic footsteps caught the attention of Ji Nuan and the others. Putting down her pen, Ji Nuan turned and took a porcelain bottle from a beast-skin pouch.

Then she walked towards the old Shaman and Mogor Clan Leader.

Xiu Yan, Harry, and others also laid down their work and approached.

Looking at the disheveled Orcs behind the Mogor Clan Leader, Ji Nuan immediately understood these were the nomadic Orcs. "Did the Clan Leader capture all of these nomadic Orcs?"

Ji Nuan’s voice was gentle, which endeared her to the tribe members from nearby large and small tribes, as it was rare to see a gentle Shaman.

The Mogor Clan Leader smiled wryly, "Many have died; those who resisted fiercely were killed by us."

Ji Nuan nodded, "Though I said it’s best to bring them back alive, you did the right thing; first, you must ensure the safety of your tribe members."

The surrounding Orcs were deeply moved.

The disheveled Orcs tied up behind the Mogor Clan Leader were astonished, raising their heads in disbelief to look at this female in front of them.

Could it be that they survived merely because of this female’s words?

What exactly is her identity?

"Shaman Ji Nuan, what do you plan to do with these nomadic Orcs? Keeping them is far too dangerous," the old Shaman said in a deep voice.

Ji Nuan chuckled softly, her slender fingers caressing the porcelain bottle she held, "Rest assured, old Shaman, if they’re around me, it’s them who are in danger."

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

The old Shaman’s lips moved, wanting to say something, but when he glanced at Ji Nuan’s malicious gaze toward the nomadic Orcs, he swallowed his words.

Never mind, as long as she takes these nomadic Orcs away without harming the beasts of the Saint Fei Oasis.