Ji Nuan rubbed her head against Xiu Yan's chest, lazily asking.
The Orc patted her hair: "Let's go, afraid of getting beaten."
Then, he repeated the conversation of the Orcs they had just overheard to her.
Ji Nuan burst out laughing, wondering which tribe these live-wire Orcs belonged to, their imaginations really running wild.
In the time that followed, neither spoke, slowly slipping into slumber.
The patrols around the camp continued diligently.
"Shaman, if we need test the Black Quicksand tomorrow, I'll go," Casa said.
Harry glanced at him: "The Black Quicksand is very peculiar; we found that yesterday when collecting samples. It's basically like soil, yet it can flow. If you get trapped in it, it's like being buried in earth, very dangerous."
Nearby, Tuya overheard their conversation, her heart tightening. Could the black sand river really be that hazardous?
"Yes, Casa, the Shaman is right. Such a perilous task isn't for you. Aren't there many nomadic Orcs available?"
