Chapter 559, Rice Bucket_1

Ji Nuan's expression turned cold instantaneously: "Where are you taking me now?"

The Shaman's Disciple chuckled lightly: "Shaman Ji Nuan, we are of course taking you back to the Serra Tribe. There are many, many injured tribespeople for you to heal. As long as you are willing to save them, they can survive. They are all the offspring of the Orc Lord..."

Ji Nuan interrupted him with a cold laugh: "You don't believe that bringing me back will make me heal your tribespeople, do you? How did you get me out of here, where are my tribespeople?"

Perhaps it was Ji Nuan's words that annoyed him. The Orc's voice dropped its previous laughter: "We merely lit some poisonous smoke, but your tribespeople were not hurt. Just like you, they just passed out. It should be fine by now."