He was a close confidant of the patriarch, so he and his family lived in the innermost part of the tribe, where the cold wind could not blow.

They also received the most food, and every time they brought back the snow water, they would only distribute some of it to the orcs in the middle and outside when they had drunk enough.

Muli and another orc who was fetching water carefully removed the stones blocking the entrance of the cave, and struggled to grasp the animal skin draped on their bodies, and quickly loaded the snow from the cave entrance into the back basket.

The other orc stood there on guard while the other orc was loading snow in the wood.

In such weather, although the orcs will not come out, the beasts lacking food will come to the orc tribe to attack the orcs.

Even if you only grab one, it's a rare and delicious meal.

Muri slung the snow-filled basket on his back, and he stood on guard while the other orc began to quickly load the snow.

However, their luck seemed to have run out, and when the snow in the orc's basket was halfway loaded, bursts of wolf and beast howls sounded around them, one after another, and there were not a few.

The faces of Muli and his companions instantly turned pale, and he pulled up the orc who was still squatting there in fear of the wolf beast: "What's the fuss, hurry up, let's go back to the cave." ”

When the orc heard this, his frozen fingers seemed to have regained their flexibility, and he quickly picked up the basket that was only half filled with snow, and withdrew back to the cave with Muri.

The surrounding timber wolves seemed to have sensed their intentions and quickly moved closer to the two beasts.

The two beasts struggled to remove the large stone through a gap for only one beast to enter, and the wood, which had carried more snow, retreated first.

And the disappearance of Muli seems to have angered these timberwolves.

Watching the food disappear from under their noses, the timber wolves waited a little longer, and pounced on the orcs who were about to retreat into the cave.

The orc's face turned pale instantly, and he quickly removed the basket from his back.

Grabbing the strap on the basket, he smashed the half-basket of snow on the head of the timberwolves laid in front.

The timber wolf in front of him screamed, and was smashed into the snow by the orc, and twitched twice and stopped moving.

The surrounding timber wolves all stopped less than ten meters away from the orcs, and their eyes were full of murderous longing as they looked at the orcs.

"Woo~Woo~" At this moment, a wolf howl that was more domineering than other timber wolves came.

The surrounding timber wolves suddenly seemed to have received some order, and one by one they lowered their bodies, whining and roaring and spreading around, forming a semicircle to enclose the orcs and the mouth of the cave.

Looking at this appearance, it was actually directly surrounded by the orcs.

Suddenly, a timber wolf moved, and with a leap of its low body, it pounced on the orc.

The surrounding timberwolves seemed to have pressed the start button, and attacked the orcs at the same time.

The orc used the basket in his hand as a weapon, and shook it to repel several timberwolves' attacks.

However, the orc, who had not had enough to eat since the cold season, gradually lost his physical strength, and the speed and strength of his swing gradually slowed down.

The attack that could have killed a timberwolf directly before, now just smashed them aside.

After that, the timberwolf turned over again and continued to pounce on the orcs.

The physical strength is quickly fading, and the orcs can't help but feel a burst of despair, the cold season has just begun, and they are going to die?