Looking at the frightened orcs behind him, Nakula gritted his teeth in hatred: "The orcs of the Gru tribe have all entered, aren't you as good as them?" What are you afraid of, isn't there still me? ”

Perhaps it was because his eyes were too terrifying, and the orcs finally put away the apprehension on their faces: "We follow the patriarch. ”

Nakula's face looked a little better, and with a wave of his hand, he walked into the Land of the Dead first.

Seeing that the patriarch was about to be covered by the long grass, the warm orc gritted his teeth and followed.

One by one, the rest of the orcs followed.

The place of death is very quiet, the dense long grass covers the surrounding scene, perhaps because of the sufficient nutrition, it is even higher than the orcs, as soon as the orcs enter, they can only follow the orcs in front of them closely, and they dare not fall behind, as long as one is not careful, I am afraid that they will be thrown down by the orcs in front.

And there is always a very pungent smell in the land of death, which is even more unbearable for orcs with a keen sense of smell, and there is no way to use the sense of smell to find the clansmen.

Getting lost in the Land of the Dead is no joke.

As the minutes passed, the orcs tensed their nerves, fearing that they would accidentally fall into the quagmire and be 'eaten' by the quagmire.

"Ahh A scream came from the front, and the bodies of the orcs shook, and their hearts were full of fear, could it be that the quagmire began to eat beasts?

The orcs behind quickened their pace and walked towards the front where the voice came.

Sure enough, not far in front of the patriarch, an orc was struggling to sink at a rapid speed, and before the tribesmen could help, it was swallowed up by the black mire.

The breeze blew, and the long grass that covered the quagmire shook its soft waists with the wind, but the surrounding orcs were cold.

It's too fast, I can't wait for them to save it, and the clansmen who were still together just now were swallowed up by this dark quagmire.

The rest of the orcs shuddered and looked at Nakura in front of them, the hope in their eyes needless to say.

At this time, Naqoura was also shocked by the scene in front of him.

Actually, that place was right in front of him just now, if it weren't for the orc who tripped over the long grass behind him and staggered a few steps to the front, he would be the one who sank to the bottom now.

Clenching his fists tightly, looking at the endless land of death covered by long grass in front of him, Nakula finally turned around with reluctance: "Go back, just wait at the exit, I don't believe they dare to cross the land of death." ”

The orcs were overjoyed and hurriedly retreated in the direction Nakura had come.

Even though they had carefully followed the path they had come, the Nacha tribe had once again lost a member of their clan.

Looking at the second orc who was drowned in the mire, even Nakula's face turned white, and all the orcs also sped up.

Finally got out of the place of death before dinner.

Looking at the people sitting on the ground panting like oxen, Nakula's heart finally fell.

"Let's go hunting first, and everyone will rest after eating food."

After that, he looked at the tall orc beside him: "You take the hunting party with you." ”

The orc nodded, stood up on his somewhat limp legs, and walked towards the forest with his own team.

"Patriarch, how long are we going to wait here?"