CHAPTER 1272: CHAPTER 1271: LIKE A DYING BEAST

Seeing his painful expression, Ji Nuan wasn’t surprised at all. She was well aware of the poison she concocted; in truth, this poison was even more agonizing than the one just administered to the Nomaden Tribe leader.

But its pain was invisible.

That’s why she chose the other poison for the Nomaden Tribe leader; after all, visible pain is always more straightforward.

After about a dozen minutes, the emaciated orc finally lay on the sandy ground, his face ashen and breathing weak like an animal about to die at any moment.

The nomadic orcs observed this, their hearts filled with anxiety.

Just then, they saw their leader, who had been sitting on the sand with a pitiable face, stand up and feed a pill into his mouth.

Then he resolutely lay down beside the emaciated orc, awaiting the onset of pain.

With the example set by the two leaders, the remaining nomadic orcs no longer hesitated and lined up to take a pill, obediently sitting on the sand enduring the pain of the poison taking effect.

"Shaman Ji Nuan, who would have thought? At such a young age, you have achieved so much with poisons,"

The old Shaman looked at the pale, suffering nomadic orcs and remarked with admiration.

Ji Nuan smiled, "We female shamans lack the combat prowess of orc shamans, so we need some means to protect ourselves, otherwise wouldn’t it be dangerous to gather herbs outside?"

Hearing this, the old Shaman was briefly surprised, then burst into laughter, "Indeed, indeed, female shamans are more vulnerable than we orc shamans and need protection, they need protection."

Yet, pondering his carefully collected Fire Scorpion Venom and seeing Ji Nuan’s casually dispensed lethal poison,

The old Shaman still sighed, realizing each generation surpasses the last, and there’s much he still has to learn as a Shaman.

To their surprise, Ji Nuan’s poison test on the nomadic orcs unexpectedly delighted the orcs of various small and medium tribes around the Saint Fei Oasis tormented by those nomadic orcs.

Even after leaving, they continued praising Ji Nuan.

"Shaman Ji Nuan forbidding the Clan Leader from killing these Nomaden Tribe orcs was definitely to vent our anger."

"Exactly, exactly. Killing them directly would be too lenient; they’ve stolen so much of our food and killed many of our people. They deserve to be tortured and punished by Shaman Ji Nuan’s poison."

"Seeing them weeping in agony just now made me feel a rush of satisfaction, and I’m sure my brother by the Beast Lord would be happy too."

Such discussions were frequent, and after the initial fear, the orcs’ focus shifted to the misery of the nomadic orcs.

Afterwards, waves of contentment arose just from watching their suffering.

In the following days, Ji Nuan drove her newly acquired men to hunt and smoke jerky,

Preparing for the journey ahead.

Clan Leader Mogor and the old Shaman were unexpectedly generous, providing beyond the agreed number; they even offered some extra double-humped beasts, totaling fifty.

With such a scale, it could form a trade caravan.

As a token of gratitude, Ji Nuan gave them several packets of powder to treat insect-borne diseases.

When Clan Leader Mogor initially received this powder, his eyes were filled with doubt.