Chapter 205: Don't Insult the Pig Beastfolk

At this moment, in the grass hut of the Black Wolf Tribe's shaman.

Looking at the displeased Black Wolf Tribe chieftain before him, the shaman jumped up angrily and slammed his fist onto this guy's forehead: "Is your brain filled with shit?"

The shaman jumped up and down in anger: "You arranged for that Snow Tiger Tribe female to help care for the beastfolk, so why did you assign her to the abandoned half-beast?"

The Black Wolf Tribe chieftain lifted his eyelids and glanced at his own shaman, snorting: "That Snow Tiger Tribe is really inconsiderate; last time their tribe was flooded, we actually sent a shaman disciple to help."

But this time, our tribe had an issue, and all they sent was a female with no shamanic power at all; not driving them out was already not bad.

Having said that, he smugly shook his head and said: "That little female definitely can't heal the half-beast warrior."

Then we can take the opportunity to mock them; if the Snow Tiger Tribe has any future business, we won't need to send anyone.

Upon hearing this, the Black Wolf shaman instantly fumed and fell backward, his dry, withered hand slapping the chieftain's head with a series of pa-pa-pa sounds.

Striking hard, it felt as if he weren't hitting the beastfolk's head but a hard lump of stone.

The Black Wolf Tribe chieftain instantly felt wronged, the big beastfolk pouting his lips and looking at the shaman before him: "Why are you hitting me? Isn't what I said correct?"

Seeing his whiny, female-like appearance, the shaman delivered another big slap.

Black Wolf Tribe chieftain: "..."

Damn it, having a violent-inclined shaman is really exhausting.

"Are you an idiot? Got a hole in your head? Kicked by a wild beast?"

The Black Wolf shaman's spit droplets sprayed onto the chieftain's face, as if a light rain were falling.

"Didn't they say that the newly promoted shaman disciple hasn't awakened shamanic power yet? You must be a pig beastfolk, right?"

Having said that, without waiting for the chieftain to speak, he added: "Forget it, I'd better not insult the pig beastfolk."

Black Wolf Tribe chieftain: "..."

Suddenly he felt a sinister malice emanating from the shaman.

"Who knows if that shaman disciple truly hasn't cultivated shamanic power? Maybe the Snow Tiger Tribe just doesn't want to let their hard‑found shaman disciple show up."

The shaman took a deep sigh, rubbed his aching head, and gritted his teeth: "You think cultivating shamanic power is that easy?"

Could the shaman disciple named Ye Duo possibly be favored by the Beast God?

How long has it taken her to cultivate shamanic power? Don't you have any idea how long it takes our tribe's shaman disciples to achieve that?

The Black Wolf Tribe chieftain huffed and puffed, saying nothing.

"Tomorrow you will go to the Snow Tiger Tribe, properly discuss with them, and reassign the healing duties."

Having said that, he glared hatefully at this aggravating thing before him: "If you don't handle it well, heh..."

Black Wolf Tribe chieftain: "..."

Don't heh; every time you heh, my liver trembles...

Fawning, he bowed and looked at his own dark‑faced shaman: "Hehe, rest assured, I'll have everything arranged tomorrow."

Having said that, he firmly patted his chest.

Upon seeing that aggravating face, the Black Wolf shaman felt displeased, waved his hand with disdain: "Get out quickly; just seeing you annoys me."

The stiff‑faced Black Wolf Tribe chieftain emerged from the shaman's grass hut, only then daring to wipe the spit‑speckles from his face.

The beastfolk waiting outside the grass hut saw him come out and hurriedly greeted him: "Chief, how did it go? Did the shaman praise you?"

The beastfolk's face was full of anticipation.