Ji Nuan had put in a considerable effort to ensure the Green Bull Beast meat was well-stewed and flavorful.
Now, the aroma from the pot wasn't just wafting around the wooden hut, it even drifted with the sea breeze to the rocky area where Granpa Priest and Zhuangzhuang were hiding.
The Orcs hiding there swallowed their saliva in unison, their voices surprisingly synchronized.
The Shaman's eyes gleamed as he looked at the stone pot set over the fire.
When he was younger, he too had ventured into the forests. He had heard that in an Orc Tribe, only the sick were possibly given a bit of meat roasted with Fire Seed.
But that kind of meat...
Granpa Priest wrinkled his aged face, he had seen that meat too.
The outside was charred, but the inside still had traces of blood, clearly undercooked.
But now, looking at these Orcs, it was obvious that they had mastered the use of Fire Seed.
Moreover...
Granpa Priest stared intently at the pot inside the shed.
