The cold wind was howling outside the cave, and the temperature inside the cave was only slightly warmer than outside the cave, and the orcs of the Nacha tribe had never felt that the cold season was as difficult as this year.

Because of the lack of food, the daily distribution of food in the tribe is very small, and the orcs are two fist-sized pieces of meat, and the female and the little cub are only the size of a fist.

In order to prevent their cubs from starving, some orc families eat only half of the food, and the rest is divided between the females and the cubs.

Therefore, looking at it, the orcs of the Nacha tribe, who were tall and strong in the past, have lost a lot of weight one by one, and if the distribution of food continues like this, the orcs' bodies will only get thinner and thinner day by day.

And in the cold season, it is not only the storms and snow that are dangerous, but also the fierce beasts that come out to feed.

If the orcs of the tribe do not have enough strength, then what awaits them will be unprecedented dangers.

Muri was just an ordinary orc of the Nacha tribe, wrapped in a tattered animal skin, sitting near the mouth of the cave, using his body to block the cold wind that crept in through the cracks.

He felt that his back had lost sensation, and his face was faintly blue.

Even so, he gritted his teeth and persevered, because in front of him, there were the family he wanted to protect, her females and cubs.

He looked sadly at the few clansmen who were leaning on the stone at the mouth of the cave, their bodies had stiffened, and a touch of desolation appeared in his eyes.

These beasts are all beasts that are not strong in the tribe, have not made any contribution to the tribe, and will not even say some nice words to please the tribal patriarch and captain.

Dispensable beasts, they are all assigned to a location close to the mouth of the cave, and in the cold season every year, it is these clansmen who die the most near the mouth of the cave.

Last year, they were still in the middle of the cave, and most of the peripherals were old orcs with little combat effectiveness.

But the old orcs didn't survive and died in that cold season.

Looking at the little cub trembling in his partner's arms, Muri felt his heart hurt, when will such a life be a head?

At this time, he couldn't help but think of what he had heard about the previous trade fair.

The tribes of the outer mountains and forests all say that the Watson tribe has endless food, endless animal skins, and warm caves that can withstand cold storms and snowfall.

But he didn't believe it at all, how could there be such a place?

It must be the orcs of the Watson tribe who are bragging.

They also never discussed things about the Watson tribe in the tribe, because the patriarch's dislike for this tribe was already deep, deep.

He saw that one of the clansmen had just said the word Watson in front of the patriarch and was killed.

"Muri, today you go get snow." A cold orc voice came, and Kiri staggered to his feet, but the pain and numbness of his body made his movements very slow and difficult.

The orc holding a basket covered with large leaves frowned impatiently, and then threw the basket in his hand on the ground: "Hurry up, you are going to eat food soon, if the patriarch finds out that you have not brought back the water, you will die by then." ”

The orc snorted coldly, and then turned and walked towards the depths of the cave.