No wonder everyone likes the little females, they're so adorable.
But look at Harry, with his stiff expression—Orcs are just not cute.
The playful old Shaman instantly developed a fondness for Ji Nuan, while Harry on the side was selectively ignored by the old Shaman.
Please, the two Shamans, come into the Tribe. It's too hot out here.
The sun slowly rose, and the desert's temperature began climbing once again. If they stayed outside any longer, Ji Nuan and Harry were likely to be sunburned.
Ji Nuan smiled warmly and nodded: "Of course, that would be wonderful. We originally came here because we have something we'd like to ask your Tribe for help with."
The old Shaman and the Clan Leader laughed boisterously: "The two Shamans visiting our Tribe is a blessing granted by Lord Beast God. If you need any assistance, just feel free to say so."
Passing through the stone gate that had made Ji Nuan a bit uneasy, they followed the old Shaman and the Clan Leader into the Sahara Tribe.
