In striking contrast with the enchanting nightfall was an Orc from the Serra Tribe, sitting within a secluded small tent.
Mo Zhu and the Shaman Disciple sat at the furthest point within the tent, their faces clouded and dark.
The Orcs below watched the two grim-faced beasts in trembling apprehension, not daring to utter a single word.
The Shaman Disciple suddenly sneered, tilting his eyes towards Mo Zhu beside him: "Didn't you say this Shaman Ji Nuan is quite sympathetic? That she tends to heal any injured Orc as soon as she hears about them?"
Mo Zhu pounded the ground in anger: "Indeed, she used to heal the injured Orcs from the tribes in Eneru Forest and those from the Monte Tribe."
The Shaman Disciple mocked: "You have high hopes indeed. Those are members of the Alliance Tribe; they naturally aid each other in times of difficulty. But what about us? Especially when you have offended the shaman during the grand trading assembly?"
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