CHAPTER 1314: CHAPTER 1313: GLOATING

The orc, hearing this, collapsed limply at Harry’s feet.

Ji Nuan snickered gleefully.

After that, Harry led them back to his house to see the little orc.

The Bitter Tribal Chief didn’t recognize at first that the one lying on the bed was their own cub until confirming the scent, and only then did he look at the skinny little orc lying there with relief.

The cub successfully transformed, but those wounds...

Seeing this made his old father’s heart ache painfully.

Meanwhile, Ji Nuan pretended to be an ordinary female, mingling among the Bitter Tribe orcs, secretly gathering information.

"Where is your tribe’s territory? Are you a small tribe or a middle-ranked tribe?"

Approached by a pretty little female, the orcs’ beast blood boiled instantly as they scrambled to answer, foolishly naïve and without concern about revealing their tribe’s core secrets.

In reality, it’s mainly because they are so poor there’s nothing much left but a few caves, so there aren’t many core secrets to leak.

"We were considered a middle-ranked tribe before, but because we had a conflict with a large tribe here during a hunt, our previous Clan Leader and many powerful orcs in the tribe were killed, and so our tribe gradually weakened."

The orc’s eyes were filled with intense resentment as he spoke.

"Little female, when you go out, you must pay attention to Alonso Tribe’s Pierre, an orc with eyes on the back of his head. Just because the prey we were chasing died and part of its body fell in their territory.

That guy accused us of poaching, and then he killed our Clan Leader and the tribesmen who were hunting that time.

Although the Shaman punished Pierre, those punishments were only a slap on the wrist for him. After a few days, he was out again.

The only reason we still have our current territory is because the Shaman spoke on our behalf."

The surrounding orcs all clenched their fists, veins bulging on their arms.

Ji Nuan pursed her lips, truly not expecting the Bitter Tribe to have such a past.

"So, did you name your tribe after that incident?"

A few orcs nodded: "Yes, the deceased Clan Leader was the uncle of the current Clan Leader, but we are too weak, Alonso Tribe is too powerful, we might never be able to avenge this, so we can only remember it closely."

Since they remember it closely, there is still hope of avenging Pierre one day.

"Shaman Ji Nuan, what are you doing mingling here?" Harry looked at the female sitting boldly among the Bitter Tribe orcs with a black line on his face.

Couldn’t help but cast a sympathetic glance at Xiu Yan, who stood beside him with a dark, gloomy face.

Damn, having such a partner is really worrisome, like a wild horse running free, always going off at the slightest inattention.

Ji Nuan, who was defined as a wild horse running free, got up with a dry laugh amid the shocked, dazed, and terrified eyes of the Bitter Tribe orcs around her. After waving a friendly goodbye, she pulled Xiu Yan back to the house.

The orcs took a long while to come back to their senses, their faces turning from pale to gradually red, until finally, they were crimson.

"I just spoke very close with the Shaman."

"I have to tell my father and Amu about this."

"This Shaman really is very gentle."