After shoving the two youngsters towards the sea island, the two Lord Priests slyly slipped away to a safe area in an instant.
Then they stared at the edge of the sea island seriously, as if they were deeply concerned.
What Ji Nuan saw left her speechless.
"Shaman." The voice of an orc came from the side; Ji Nuan turned to look.
The injured orc of the Watson Tribe had come down and was helped over to Ji Nuan by another orc.
Another orc brought over the small basket that Ji Nuan used for her healing tools from the cave.
She gestured for the orc to sit on a beast skin mat that had been laid out while Xiu Yan held a torch beside her.
The orc's leg had been lashed by the tail of a Ferocious Crocodile, leaving the flesh bloody and mangled.
Who knew what the crocodile's tail was made of; it had scalped a piece of flesh from his leg, and the wound looked especially frightful.
The place where the tendons connected was swollen and sported a ghastly bruise.
