Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World-Chapter 1444 - 1441: Mobilizing the Tribe to Trade for Medicinal Powder

The old shaman widened his eyes, looking at the two young brats with a "you should know better" expression: "If I were a few hundred years younger, you wouldn’t even have a chance. Isn’t it just live prey?

Can’t you catch it or what?"

The two orcs felt their faces flush with embarrassment under the old shaman’s scolding. The reason they hadn’t immediately agreed to Shaman Ji Nuan’s request was because they thought capturing live prey was too difficult.

"Why hesitate? Nigel, hurry and tell Shaman Ji Nuan that we agree to this request. Have her keep the medicine powder ready; we’ll exchange it once we’ve caught the prey. And you..."

He turned to look at Adong: "Gather the tribe members onto the open ground. Today, I’m going to tell them about the medicine powder and weigh whether it’s harder to save their lives or catch live prey."

Saying that, he was already trudging towards the tribe’s clearing.

Nigel and Adong exchanged a helpless, wry smile: "Let’s go."

At noon, the gathering of orcs on Alonzo Tribe’s clearing had never been like today.

Even though the midday sun was scorching their skin painfully, not a single orc dared to make a sound, for the old shaman stood at the altar in the center of the tribe.

Like them, he stood under the blazing sun.

"Tribe members, I gathered you here today to tell you something concerning our survival."

As the old shaman spoke, he gestured to a spot below the altar, drawing the tribe’s gaze to an orc.

To the tribe’s surprise, this orc, who previously had a very large belly, now had a sunken stomach with loose skin hanging there.

The orc held his chin high, his face openly displaying his joy.

He stood beneath the altar, saluted the old shaman, and remained still.

The old shaman then looked at all the tribe members again: "You all know how severe this brat’s worm disease was, with his stomach huge. I had predicted before that it wouldn’t be long before his worm disease erupted.

But now, look at his stomach. Aren’t you curious why it’s shrunk?"

The old shaman raised his hand, holding a palm-sized leaf packet: "It’s because of this, this medicine powder, this medicine powder that can cure our worm disease."

The moment the old shaman finished speaking, the tribe members instantly erupted.

"Shaman, are you saying there’s a cure for our worm disease?"

"So as long as we take this medicine powder, we won’t be drilled full of holes by those terrifying worms and die, right?"

The questions from the tribe members were too many, and the old shaman gestured for them to quiet down: "I’m telling you about this medicine powder today because we’ve already tested it. Once you take it, you can squat in the bushes and expel all the worms inside your body.

One packet is the dosage for an adult orc.

Tribe members, do you want it?"

The last sentence was practically shouted by the old shaman.

This question struck at the heart of the tribe members, both orcs and females, who answered the shaman’s question with tears in their eyes: "We want it!"

"We want to survive!"

"But this medicine powder wasn’t made by me, tribe members. If you want the medicine powder, you need to exchange it with food or goods."

As soon as the old shaman finished speaking, an orc shouted: "We’ll trade food for it, as much as it takes!"