CHAPTER 1245: CHAPTER 1244: FULL OF VITALITY

The oasis had started to appear green, a vibrant and thriving sight.

"Shaman Ji Nuan, there’s an orc outside the tribe asking to see you. He’s the clan leader of a small tribe and says you know him."

Ji Nuan was brushing Maomao’s fur when an orc ran over from the direction of the stone gate and spoke.

"A small tribe’s clan leader? Let him come on through." She only knew one clan leader from a small tribe, so there was no need to guess.

The orc nodded in acknowledgment and ran back.

Perhaps because her brushing had come to a halt, Maomao let out a dissatisfied sound, rubbing its large head against Ji Nuan’s hand holding the brush.

Ji Nuan twitched the corner of her mouth. "You’re getting harder and harder to please, you know that? Should I find an orc just to groom you?"

"That would make it ridiculously happy," Xiu Yan chuckled lightly upon hearing Ji Nuan’s words.

Ji Nuan grinned cheekily. "Only Maomao gets such special treatment. Look at its companions—they’re free to do their own thing."

Xiu Yan’s deep eyes glanced at her with an amused but silent smile.

Is it not because Maomao is your mount, and you need it clean and well-groomed?

Don’t think for a second that the beasts aren’t aware of these little concerns.

Having experienced such situations before, the orcs wisely chose to grumble to themselves and absolutely not say it aloud. A furious young she-orc was seriously terrifying.

"Shaman Ji Nuan." An excited voice sounded from behind.

Ji Nuan turned around and indeed saw the middle-aged clan leader. "Short on food again? How has he gotten so thin?"

Though this middle-aged orc looked a bit emaciated, skin and bones even, his overall spirit seemed intact.

Upon hearing Ji Nuan’s words, he sheepishly scratched his head with a laugh. "I’m actually here to thank Shaman Ji Nuan. Because of the exchanges you made with us earlier, our tribe stored enough food, and during this year’s cold season, not a single tribe member died."

While speaking, his eyes grew slightly red.

Ji Nuan waved her hand dismissively. "As I’ve said, this was a fair exchange between us. There’s no need to thank me. I’ll soon be leaving this place. Your tribe needs to hunt diligently, practice hunting skills, and enhance your tribe’s capabilities. Things will only improve."

The orc nodded. "We won’t let your expectations down."

Ji Nuan was speechless... I don’t have any expectations for you.

After all, we’re not that close.

"You’re leaving so soon?" The middle-aged orc gazed at the young Shaman before him, filled with reluctance.

"Yes, I’m traveling. I won’t stay here forever. There are many, many places I need to visit, and eventually, I’ll return to my own tribe," she explained.

Then, in a somewhat mysterious tone, she added, "Who knows, we may meet again in the future."

The middle-aged orc nodded. "Whenever it may be, my tribe and I will always remember you. May the beast spirits protect you, Shaman."

He placed his right hand on his chest and offered Ji Nuan the most sincere blessing.

Ji Nuan smiled and nodded back. "Go back now, hunt well, and live well."

The tribes within the oasis gradually resumed their normal way of life. Ji Nuan, Xiu Yan, Harry, and the beasts began packing their things, preparing to depart for the Mogor Tribe.

In the desert, there is no rainy season—a bit of good news for them. With the rainy season and scorching season combined lasting eight months total, they had plenty of time to travel without worry.

"Shaman Ji Nuan, you just need to head in the direction where we hunted the firebirds last time, and you’ll reach the Mogor Tribe."