The next morning, Chief Zhuangzhuang was in the center of the tribe, along with everyone else, processing the seaweed they had gathered. Now the tribe members no longer ate sea beasts and shell beast meat.
The toxins in the sea had not been cleared, and no one knew if these sea beasts were contaminated.
There wasn't much medicinal powder or herbs in the tribe, so it was better not to take risks.
"Chief, the flying orcs from the Watson Tribe are coming today."
An elder grandma processing seaweed gazed toward the distant sea, her eyes brimming with hope.
Chief Zhuangzhuang nodded, "Hmm, the patrolling orcs also said it would be today or tomorrow."
"Dad, can I go play with my shaman friend?" Gui Baobao, with his younger sibling, twirled around Chief Zhuangzhuang, his round little doe eyes filled with eager light.
