You two are so dense, I really don't know what to say.
Ji Nuan looked at them speechlessly: "I'm talking about the Nacha Tribe."
"The Nacha Tribe!" Meng Luo exclaimed in surprise.
"That's impossible!" blurted out Meng Zhuo.
Meng Luo also frowned and looked at Ji Nuan: "Yeah, Shaman Ji Nuan, the relationship between Nakula and us has become like this. After winter, it's either they come over here or we go over there, anyway, a battle is inevitable. How could he give us their tribe's food?"
Ji Nuan expressionlessly said, "You two are truly more hopeless than Nakula. Didn't Kula's words just hint at you to propose conditions?
You're short of food, so instead of killing Nakula for a few corpses, why not exchange them for food?"
"That's possible?" The two orcs were dumbstruck.
"Why wouldn't it be?" Ji Nuan counter-questioned.
That said, he got up and looked at them: "You two should discuss now, how much food you want."