Bosson smiled and nodded, then looked at the old man riding on the back of the tall tiger orc: "Witch doctor." ”

The old orc looked at the orc in front of him who had disappeared from his memory for a long time, and was full of emotion.

A smile appeared on the old man's face: "I really didn't expect that I, an old fellow, would be able to see you again while I was alive, Bossen." ”

Bosson looked at the old witch doctor with a smile: "What the witch doctor said, didn't you see me well?" ”

After that, he stretched out his arm: "The witch doctor is coming to our tribe for the first time, so let's go to my house and sit down first." ”

Bowman looked back at the old witch doctor behind him, his expression full of anticipation.

The old witch doctor sighed, "Let's go." ”

If the old witch doctor outside the city walls was shocked just now, he didn't know what to use to describe his mood.

The clean and neat tribal paths, the well-dressed tribesmen, and the places where the orcs lived.

The old witch doctor has always thought that he is already a very powerful existence among the witch doctors, and because of his cleverness, he can make the Gru tribe the most powerful existence in the beast continent.

Of course, the only wrong decision of the current Gelug tribe has left the mountain forests where they have thrived for generations.

Looking at Bosen, who was leading the way in front of him, a trace of regret appeared in the old witch doctor's eyes.

If Bosson had been the patriarch, the Gru tribe would not have ended up like this.

"Here we are." The orc's voice interrupted his thoughts.

The old witch doctor raised his head and looked at the place called the courtyard made of beautiful cyan and shiny stones in front of him, and a touch of respect rose in his heart for the witch doctor Ji Nuan, who he had never seen before.

The old witch doctor, with the help of Heitu, walked into Bosen's house.

The courtyard was very neat, with a path paved with stone slabs in the middle, surrounded on both sides by sticks of different thicknesses, planted with wild herbs and all kinds of small fruits, and some beautiful little flowers.

Near the house there is also a simple little pavilion with a stone table and several stone benches underneath the pavilion.

At a glance in the yard, you can see that there are beasts carefully cared for, and it is very exquisite.

The weather was still a little cold in the early morning, and Bosson led the old witch doctor to the side room.

Skillfully burned the kang in the guest room.

The old witch doctor sat on this strange platform, wondering why the beasts of the Watson tribe had wasted their time building such a useless thing, just to be able to sit on it.

Isn't it fragrant with animal skin pads?

Bosson brought a basket of dough cakes and a pot of purple fruit porridge from the kitchen, as well as two large pots of fried meat, which he specially prepared when he got up today.

It's not to entertain these former clansmen well, but simply to let them know that they are doing well now, much better than before.

The food on the table smelled of beasts, and the orcs of the Gru tribe felt that they had just secreted a large amount of saliva from their dry mouths, which had just been in a hurry.

The sound of "coo-dong" and "coo-dong" swallowing saliva couldn't be louder.

Bosson took out the bread in the basket and gave it to them: "Eat it, these are hot, and they don't taste good when it's cold." ”

After that, he took another bowl of hot purple fruit porridge and handed it to the old witch doctor: "You can taste it, the witch doctor and the old orcs in the tribe who have bad teeth like this food the most." ”