CHAPTER 1286: CHAPTER 1285: SOME SKIN

"We’ll go with you." His eyes were firm. "You’ve been busy with everything along the way. Even though Casa and I aren’t very strong, we can still help out. Don’t underestimate us."

Seeing his sincere eyes, Ji Nuan also gave a very sincere smile. "I never said I wouldn’t use you. There’s plenty for you to do."

With that, she handed the porcelain basin to Harry and took the wooden board from Xiu Yan, handing it to Casa. "I need some of that black sand from the Black Quicksand, so I’ll have to trouble you two shortly."

Harry and Lase exchanged glances, a bit amused, suddenly realizing Shaman Ji Nuan was quite mischievous.

This Black Quicksand doesn’t have any strange smell, so even when they reached the edge of the Black Quicksand River, they didn’t feel any negative impact on their beasts.

What caught Ji Nuan’s attention was the black silt-like material Casa had just scooped up.

After collecting the black silt, Ji Nuan and her beasts did not linger at the edge of the Black Quicksand but left directly.

During dinner, Ji Nuan called Luo Gan and Norz over; they had been separately leading the patrol duties during this time.

"Tonight, every orc in the patrol groups will patrol together. Don’t schedule rest within the groups. At night, be sure to pay attention, and don’t let the campfire around the campsite go out.

We are still unclear about the Black Quicksand and its potential dangers, so stay vigilant tonight."

Luo Gan and Norz nodded solemnly.

"Alright, go prepare."

"Shaman Ji Nuan, why are we keeping the campfire burning? We don’t have much firewood left, and if we burn it all night, we’ll have even less," Tuya muttered, puzzled.

Ji Nuan looked at her with a smile. "We don’t know if dangerous beasts live in the Black Quicksand, but all beasts fear things that can harm them. If a beast breaks into our camp, it won’t dare attack us when it sees the fire."

After hearing this, Tuya recalled the time she was burned by the Fire Seed and obediently nodded.

With many campfires lit around the camp, she definitely wouldn’t approach them.

Night gradually deepened, and the orcs in the camp collectively fell asleep.

Behind a distant sand dune, dozens of orcs hid there, watching the very bright place ahead.

"See, I didn’t lie to you. There are orcs at the Black Quicksand," an orc said, lowering his voice proudly.

The orc who seemed like the leader glanced at him and rudely snapped back, "Shut your mouth. Your voice is so loud. Do you want us to be discovered?"

There were many patrolling orcs constantly adding firewood to the surrounding campfires.

After thinking for a moment, the orc said, "We should head back and tell the Clan Leader and the Shaman about this, get their opinion.

Our beasts are too few. We wouldn’t stand a chance against them."

What chance? The orcs around were very clear in their minds; they’d only be in for a beating. Life is so wonderful; why go looking for trouble by volunteering to get beaten up?

A group of orcs sneaked in quietly and then left quietly.

"Did those guys leave?"