"Patriarch, the dog is back!" The filthy cave was full of bones and minced meat, the hides smelled of blood, and flies danced in celebration around them.

The ugly hyena with a scream on the animal skin was awakened by the shouting, and fiercely knocked down the orc who ran into the cave, and the sharp claws instantly pierced the thin animal skin of the other party, and the blood oozed out, and the orc howled miserably.

Dissipated the wake-up anger in his heart, the dog flicked his tail and let go of the clansmen who were screaming under him: "Don't shout, you said the dog is back?" ”

The orc rolled up from the ground, covering his injured arm in pain, and his heart was full of fear: "Yes, eat meat in the food storage hole!" ”

Speaking of this, he shrank his head in horror.

Sure enough, the hyena orc, who had just finished venting his anger, instantly jumped up like ignited explosives, and his angry voice spread throughout the tribe: "He dared to touch the food in my storage hole, it was mine!" It's mine! ”

was slapped to the edge of the cave by the orc's claws, and the orc who came to report the news pursed his lips bitterly, quietly picked up a large bone on the ground that had not been gnawed clean and stuffed it into his arms, and dragged his injured body out of the cave in a staggered manner.

The dog, who was feasting in the storage cave, was eating happily, but suddenly he was slapped aside by a claw of the beast, and the meat he had just eaten in his stomach almost vomited.

"Brother, brother! Don't hit me, don't hit me! I have good news for you! Seeing the fierce appearance of the dog, the dog was so frightened that he almost wetted the animal skin, and hurriedly hugged his head and shrunk into a ball and shouted loudly.

Dogan took a deep breath, withdrew his sharp paws, and whispered fiercely: "You'd better have some good news, or I'll let you be a member of this food storage hole." ”

The thin body trembled, and the dog hurriedly got up: "Brother, didn't you let me keep an eye on that Watson tribe, I finally found out how many beasts they have today." ”

The dog's impatient Bara pulled a piece of meat and nibbled nonchalantly: "And then? ”

Recalling the smell of food around the Watson tribe, the dog swallowed several times: "They now have more than 500 beasts, but every morning more than 100 will go out to hunt, and more than 100 females will protect the gathering, and the rest will stay in the tribe." ”

Pushing the meat under his paws aside, the dog slowly paced, and then looked at the dog: "That means noon is the time when they have the fewest orcs?" ”

The dog's face was full of flattery: "Brother, you are too powerful, that's it, there are less than 300 beasts left, and we can completely take them down."

Moreover, the orcs of the Watson tribe also make a very delicious food, and every day the aroma wafts out, and I am almost hungry. ”

The eyes seduced by the delicious food that the dog said lit up, and the dog laughed: "Let's go, organize the big guys, let's go to the Watson tribe to get some food and come back for the cold season!" ”

The dog dragged his body that was still aching and followed behind the dog.

In a few moments, the roar of hyenas rang out one after another in the gray, rancid tribe, was full of bloodthirsty excitement.

A frail figure hiding in a filthy cave, his eyes grey, he knew that this terrible group of hyenas and orcs was going out to plunder the females and food again, and another tribe was going to suffer the same calamity as them.