When he returned to the market, he saw an orc from the Misty Tribe walking out carrying the pile of hides.

"Patriarch of the Moon." The man greeted him generously, thinking that he had spontaneously wanted to send it to the Tiger Clan.

"Jimmy, for the Tiger Clan?"

"Yes, Patriarch......."

Jimmy looked speechless, and Lun stopped.

"Something, just say."

Jimmy had great trust and respect for the patriarch of the Lun, and said it 1510.

Jimmy is the host of the Tiger Tribe, and he has been in contact with them a lot in the past few days, and knows a little about the situation of the Tiger Tribe.

Amin's tribe is already very weak, and there have been no witch doctors for decades, so a tribe is left to fend for itself, and now there are no more than 100 people. They wanted to come and exchange some herbs, and in case the female had a problem, there was a solution.

Jimmy was watching today's events, but as an orc of the Mist Tribe, he felt uncomfortable but couldn't help Amin do something illegal.

He Lun couldn't help but be silent when he heard this, and sighed.

Their tribe has also had the experience of not having a witch doctor, and after listening to Jimmy's words, he Lun has some empathy.

"Take these hides to our sacrificial ground and store them, and then go to the witch doctor to get some common healing herbs, and remember to tell them how to use them."

Thinking of the appearance of the big tiger who had been beaten by Rego just now, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and he was still clutching the herbs, Qi Lun couldn't help but feel some sympathy. It's all for the tribe, and now that the Mist Tribe has developed, let's help a little if you can.

He Lun glanced at the animal skins that Jimmy was carrying, they were clean, and there were a lot of rare skins, I am afraid that they are the best things for a small tribe.

"Take more, and say what I said." He added.

"Really? Thank you so much, Patriarch! Jimmy was so excited that he slammed his fist into Lun's chest as a token of gratitude.

"Don't thank me, it's just an exchange."

It was not a gift for nothing, but an equivalent exchange between the two parties.

Besides, herbs can already be cultivated in the Mist Tribe, which is not a precious thing.

"I'm going to find the Witch Doctor!"

"Wait, Rogge is still in the market." He grabbed Jimmy, who was about to run.

"Okay, I'll go find him."

Jimmy stumbled to find Rogge in the market and hurriedly explained why.

Rogge raised an eyebrow at the hearing.

Look at the fact that Regordo takes the witch doctor seriously, and the patriarch of his family wants to exchange his herbs for a bunch of broken skins?!

Take more?!

That is, in front of outsiders, Rogge did not refute Yan Lun's face, and Rogge did not attack on the spot.

In his heart, he scolded He Lun for being bloody.

"Okay, come with me." Rog flicked his tail and took Jimmy back to his little clinic.

Rogge took out the herbs that had been concocted from the shelf, and said to Jimmy one by one, "I've tied them all up, these rubs are for fever, these rubs can stop bleeding, this is for pain...... This one was boiled into water and drunk, and this one was chewed and applied to the wound. ”

Rogge estimated the value of the pile of hides and took out the same herbs.

"Thank you, Witch Doctor!" Jimmy threw down the hide, didn't even dare to mess with the order, and ran away with the herbs in his hand.

"Your mother, don't put this out of me!"

Listening to Rogge shouting from behind, Jimmy remembered that the hides were to be moved back to the sacrificial grounds.

"I forgot, I forgot." Jimmy hurried back, picked up the pile of hides, and ran away.

"Hmph."

Rog cleaned up the house and went home.

It's all at the doorstep, but there is no reason to go to the market to suffer again.

After leaving for a while, I really want to be Qingqing.