CHAPTER 1277: CHAPTER 1276: PITIFUL NORMADIC ORCS

"Doesn’t Shaman Ji Nuan have any more of the medicine powder?" Mogor asked the old shaman.

This medicine powder is really too precious. If we can trade for enough powder, even offering more twin-peak beasts is possible.

The old shaman glanced at him, "You could ask Shaman Ji Nuan again about this matter. If she’s willing to trade with us, that would be best. There are too many people in the tribe with the insect disease, and the powder is far from enough to go around."

The quantity of powder is limited, so there will inevitably be some compromises in treatment.

Clan Leader Mogor stood up, "Then I’ll go ask her right now."

With that, he got up and ran outside.

"Ah, my stomach is starting to hurt again."

At this moment, Aman, who was sitting on the beast skin mat, let out a cry of pain. Clan Leader Mogor abruptly stopped in his tracks at the entrance of the cave.

"Do you need to go squat?" He quickly moved to his partner’s side and asked urgently.

Aman nodded, "Quick... quickly..."

Seeing her in discomfort, Clan Leader Mogor didn’t bother to tell the old shaman and rushed out of the cave carrying his female.

If she had to squat in the shaman’s cave, that would be terrible.

"When you went to Shaman Ji Nuan’s camp today, what were those nomadic orcs doing?" The old shaman turned his gaze to the young orc sitting nearby.

The orc, hearing this, had a very schadenfreude-like smile on his face, "They were all working, sweating profusely, and didn’t dare stop. It was really satisfying to watch."

The old shaman nodded, his small eyes full of yearning, "That’s why poison is truly a good thing."

The young orc was startled by his gaze, "Grandpa Shaman, you don’t intend to make that terrifying poison too, do you? We’ve all lived together for so long in the oasis, you wouldn’t use it here."

The old shaman rolled his eyes at the words, lifted his hand, and knocked on the young orc’s head, "Are you stupid? These dangerous things are not for our clan members. They’re to deter other oasis tribes.

Plus, in case we encounter any danger, it can save our lives. Isn’t that good?"

The young orc nodded and fell silent.

It’s good, but such things aren’t easily made.

And the matter of the medicine powder for treating insect disease spread throughout Saint Fei Oasis.

Seeing the orcs who were on the brink of succumbing to the insect disease now healthier than ever, the orcs became filled with envy.

Several tribal chiefs brought their twin-peak beasts to Ji Nuan, requesting to trade for the medicine powder.

However, they were all refused by Ji Nuan, citing no stock.

The chiefs of these middle-sized and small tribes became desperate and finally went to plead with the old shaman and Clan Leader Mogor.

"Old Shaman, our tribe has clan members about to outbreak with insect disease too. Could you speak on our behalf, at least let us trade for a pack for the most serious cases?"

The speaking orc was a middle-ranked tribe chief, trading the powder for his son’s use, even offering all his twin-peak beasts for it.

The old shaman looked at his expression with some emotion; no one expected his young son to be so severely affected by the insect disease.

"Shaman Ji Nuan did not deceive you. She indeed did not bring much medicine powder on this trip."