"It's all dead, what are you going to do?" After saying this angrily, he turned around and looked at the orcs behind him: "Clansmen, pack up your things, let's go back to the tribe later." ”

The orcs looked at each other, didn't they say that they would go to the Gru tribe after killing these exchanged orcs?

"Patriarch, are we not going to attack the Gru tribe?"

Nakula shook his head with a dark face: "No, the cold season is coming, the most important thing for us now is to go back first to prepare food and animal skins for the cold season, the current Gru tribe doesn't know that we are going to attack them, they will definitely still be in the original station, they will not leave, once the cold season is over, we will go again." ”

Seeing that the patriarch already had an idea, the orcs stopped saying anything and went to pack their belongings, only some single orcs had some regretful expressions on their faces.

I thought that I could bring back the females of their tribe when they attacked the Gru tribe, in that case, these females would be the common females of the tribe, maybe after this cold season, they would be able to have their own cubs, but now the patriarch said that he couldn't go, so there was no hope for his own cubs in the cold season this year.

The hides accumulated from the hunting in the past few days were cleaned up, and the uneaten animal meat was not wasted, and it was strung with vines and carried on his back.

Nakula took the tribesmen to embark on the journey back to the trading station, and this time when he came out, not only did he not get the beast god fruit, but he also wasted a lot of time waiting for the orcs of the Gru tribe, which was really not cost-effective.

Therefore, Nakula's face was black the whole time, and the orcs of the Nacha tribe saw that the patriarch's mood was not beautiful, and they also consciously did not make a sound to disturb them, and hurried away obediently.

The Nacha tribe on this side withdrew, and the Gelug tribe on the other side, after a long trek, finally crossed the stone plain and rushed to the Gelug tribe in the Nia Forest.

The old witch doctor and the remaining orcs of the tribe had already arranged the orcs in the forest to observe, and they were very happy to see them returning, and hurriedly came out to meet them.

"You're finally back, I said we wouldn't go to this fair, there are so many orcs left in the tribe now, how dangerous it is, you still have to go." The old witch doctor is very old, so he always likes to be verbose, and now that he sees that there is nothing wrong with them, it is naturally a lot of chatter.

But soon, his face darkened, and there were a few fewer orcs in the group that returned...

But the clever old witch doctor didn't say anything, but waved his hand: "Let's go, let's go back to the tribe first." ”

Bowman and Heitu pursed their lips, they saw the expression of the old witch doctor just now, and the few orcs lost in the Land of Death were also an eternal pain in their hearts.

This is the first time since Boman took over as the patriarch and Heitu took over as the witch doctor, the two beasts have gone far away, and they didn't expect to put the lives of their clansmen on the road.

In the tent, the old witch doctor, Bowman, and Hatu sat in silence on the hide, and the two young orcs were wondering how to tell the old witch doctor what had happened this time.

The old witch doctor was waiting for the two young orcs to take the initiative to tell them what happened this time, the trade fair in the forest was just a fair, there was nothing dangerous, why did some people die.

But seeing the two orcs looking at each other, they just didn't speak, and the old witch doctor snorted: "Why did some clansmen die?" ”