As soon as the old shaman finished speaking, Clan Leader Mogor let out a deep sigh.
The two orcs sat quietly to the side.
After a while, the orc who was sent to find someone had not returned, but a familiar orc figure rushed into the cave.
It was Mogor's cub.
"Father, why did you let Amu come to Grandpa Shaman's cave, is it Amu..."
As the orc spoke, his eyes turned red. Seeing his father silent, he turned a pleading gaze towards the shaman.
The old shaman chuckled and waved his hand: "Sit down first, calling your Amu over this time is actually for a good thing, don't worry."
A good thing?
The orc furrowed his brows in confusion: "Amu has the parasitic illness, an incurable disease, what good news could there be? Grandpa Shaman, I've grown up, don't comfort me, I want to know the truth."
The old shaman couldn't help but laugh and cry, raising his hand to knock on his head: "What nonsense are you talking about, would I deceive you? Your Amu's illness is treatable."
