The old Shaman cast a disdainful glance at the foolish-looking Chief Hasa standing next to him. His wrinkled face was full of disapproval—what's wrong with that guy's brain? Why isn't he going to get the orcs to carry the prey? Why is he just standing here?
He extended a hoof and smacked Hasa, snapping the orc out of his daze. Feeling a bit embarrassed, Hasa looked at Ji Nuan: "Shaman Ji Nuan, isn't this a bit too much? Maybe you should keep it for yourselves to eat."
Ji Nuan stared at him speechlessly: "We want to eat it too, but if we kill them now with the weather warming up, the meat will spoil.
Recycling the medicine powder on them isn't very worthwhile, you know. My kind of medicine powder is quite precious."
The orcs in the cave had their cheeks twitch involuntarily. We can't tell at all that you're being stingy with it—would you call the powder that knocked out nearly three hundred Desert Wolves a small amount?
Stop exploiting our innocence, okay!
