Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World-Chapter 1511 - 1508: Dealing with the Fire Scorpions

Ji Nuan and Xiu Yan flew all the way to a sandy depression in the distance. Ji Nuan took out some Tasteless Grass powder from her pocket and scattered it around. The Fire Scorpion army immediately halted, circling around, trying to find what had attracted them earlier.

They lingered in this sandy area for a long time before dispersing.

The orcs on the city wall watched the Fire Scorpion army leave, leaving not a single one behind on the clean beach.

Nearing dinner, under the eager eyes of the tribespeople, Ji Nuan and Xiu Yan finally drifted back.

"The shamans are back!"

Inside the house, the old shaman of the Xida Tribe was anxiously waiting. Upon hearing the news of Ji Nuan’s return, it was as if a heavy weight finally settled in his heart, and he fainted once again.

After Ji Nuan returned, she was summoned over and, after examining him carefully, fed him some of the Potion previously prepared for Honghong.

"The old shaman hasn’t fully recovered since his injury, he’s too weak. Moreover, he’s not young anymore and was frightened. With a few good days of rest, he should be fine, nothing serious.

Now that the Fire Scorpions are gone, we can go out hunting normally and eat some good food to replenish our strength."

Knowing that their shaman was not in danger, a few orcs from the Xida Tribe breathed a sigh of relief and respectfully escorted Ji Nuan out.

Upon returning, the orcs looked at each other, their wildly beating hearts gradually calming down.

"It really scared me. If something had happened to the shaman, what would we have done?"

"Yes, if Bosson hadn’t saved us, we’d probably be serving Lord Beast God by now."

The orcs whispered amongst themselves, with the leading orc sitting by the old shaman’s side, looking at his increasingly aged face and sighing.

The hard-earned Fire Scorpion Grass was gone. Knowing the old shaman’s temperament, he’ll definitely want to go searching again. Sigh...

"Tap, tap, tap~" A gentle knocking on the door was heard. An orc got up to open the door, revealing an orc from the Watson Tribe carrying a basket full of beast meat and fruits.

"This is today’s food. Everyone, eat well and rest early."

Then, he took a segmented tree jar from his pocket and handed it to the leading Guardian Orc: "Inside are the herbs from today that the shaman prepared for our shaman. Keep it well.

The Shaman also asked me to tell you that before using these herbs, do not take them out. The segmented tree jar has been treated with scent-masking herbs by our shaman, and it won’t last long once it’s out."

With that, he left.

The leading orc nodded gratefully and saw the orc out.

Upon entering, the old shaman had already woken up, leaning on something soft called a pillow, resting, with the segmented tree jar in his hand.

"Shaman, you’re awake."

The old shaman nodded: "This Ji Nuan shaman is truly impressive, managing to mask the scent of the Fire Scorpion Grass. As long as we keep it in this jar, we won’t fear being chased by Fire Scorpions before the Clan Leader’s cub drinks it, allowing us to travel safely."

He turned to look at the orc with the injured arm beside him: "Have you found out where these orcs came from?"

The leading Guardian Orc nodded: "They didn’t hide their origins. This Ji Nuan shaman came to us last year, and they’re from another continent."