Patting the guard on the shoulder, the orc sighed, "I'll go back and have a look first, and the rest will depend on what the witch doctor says." ”

The guards also knew that their opinions were not of great use, and nodded with a somewhat gloomy face: "Go, we still have to guard the patrol, and we will go to see you at night when we exchange." ”

The orcs turned into beast shapes, shuttling through the land of death at a very fast speed, and the crocodile orcs around felt the vibration of the reeds, and poked their heads out curiously, seeing the evolved orcs in the clan returning, their eyes were all shining with brilliance.

The orcs looked at the light in the eyes of the tribesmen, but their hearts were difficult, the tribesmen in the Watson tribe were full of hope for life, and their lives were happy and happy every day.

But what his people look forward to every day is that the patriarch can have a good mood and be able to distribute today's food, such a tribe really exudes a smell worse than the quagmire under his feet.

"Dolby!" A slightly rough voice came from the front, although this voice was not good at all, but in the ears of the orc, it seemed like a heavenly sound, just hearing the owner of this voice call his name, this orc named Dolby instantly wet his eyes.

The orc stopped, turned into a tall orc form, and looked at the somewhat stout female holding a small cub in front of him with red eyes, opened her mouth but couldn't say anything, just looked at them stupidly.

"Wow~" This silence is simply torture for the lively and active little cub, and he begins to struggle in his own Eminem's arms, and his small nose is constantly stirring.

Sniffing the familiar smell in the air, he kept stretching out his little paws in Dolby's direction.

Looking at the little guy who was far less sturdy than the little cub of the Watson tribe, Dolby's heart was even more sour and uncomfortable.

He strode forward, took the cub from the female's arms, and took the moistened female into his arms: "I'm sorry, I'm late." ”

The female hugged her orc's waist tightly, and the discomfort and grievances in her heart instantly erupted, and she couldn't cry in the arms of the orc.

Listening to the cries of his companion and feeling the wetness and heat in his chest, the orc's heart seemed to be pierced by something sharp, and the pain was very uncomfortable.

After a long time, the female finally stopped crying and raised her head from the orc's arms: "When Gavin came back, he said that the exit of the tribe you went to was blocked, and I thought you were discovered by that tribe, I..."

Looking at his partner's red eyes and nose, the orc was distressed, he lowered his head and kissed his partner's forehead lightly, comforting softly: "No, because that outlet is connected to the Anilu River, there were strange fish that day and hurt the tribe's people, so it was sealed." ”

sighed: "Don't you think I'm good?" ”

The female nodded, and walked towards her cave: "It just so happens that I got food, go in and eat." ”

The orc smiled and followed behind his partner, the cave was not very deep, it was made of mud with a look, only half an orc was tall, and it was very embarrassing to live in it.

But in order to survive the cold season safely, crocodile orcs live in such caves.