The orcs have high expectations for their future fate. Through their conversation, it can be felt that these beast-like creatures are not as pure barbaric and uncivilized as they imagined.

When they calm down, they also see the tender side of the ugly orcs, and the two fangs on the wide jaws and fat lower lip of the male orcs are only decorative in my impression and have no practical value. This only sets off their wider or more ferocious faces, and serves no other purpose. But at this moment, their chimpanzee-like faces show a different kind of gentleness in the light of the fire.

The rugged men looked gently at their women, the children in their arms, and the old men of the tribe sat around the fire...... And the few wolves.

I didn't see on their faces the frustration and loss brought about by the hardships of life, but I saw a kind of peace and tranquility, even ...... It's a kind of hope.

This scene made me a little uncomfortable.

Of course, I also know that races that have language, can forge, can weave and can make should not only be beasts that drink blood, but also have their own culture. It's just that this kind of culture can't be integrated with our culture yet, maybe not in a short time.

Hidden in the grass not far away, I looked at them, and the smell of meat on the fire came from the smell. This caused me to suffer from hunger.

They're looking forward to the future, they're fed up with the snow in Alterac, they're fed up with the constant lack of food, they're fed up with being scared. They talked, they missed their homeland, they spent running around their own fields, and they were hunting happily in their jungles. There are no scruples, only happiness...... and freedom.

They talk about hunting taboos, split-hoof cattle, catching crickets in the grass, stealing honey, and catching fish in the river. I don't think it's funny at all about the guys' jokes, but the kids and the girls are laughing very happily.

When it comes to the future, they depict a scene similar to that of their homeland, except that the living conditions they envision are much better than the life they once had.

But these people only talk about life, and they don't say anything about their leaders.

I followed their scouts to several gathering points and guessed why they were reluctant to mention their leaders. The orcs here are really people of all kinds of tribes, and the two largest tribes are the Frostwolf tribe and the Warsong tribe.

I think the main reason for the large number of the Frostwolf tribe is that they were banished from the war in the first place, and that the Warsong tribe may have entered this world late enough.

The people of other tribes are scattered to various gathering points. At this time, they are no longer separated from each other, and only by supporting each other is the only way to survive.

To be honest, I'd love to find out where their leader is, I haven't seen what the orc looks like, and I really can't tell who's the leader and who's the subordinate at this point.

They carry very few items, and the only tool they carry other than weapons is a container for eating, and this is not for everyone.

I was amazed that they had settled down on the seashore, weren't they afraid of being discovered by humans? And...... Shouldn't we immediately set up a base and build some tents in this place where there is nothing and when there is nothing? Why are you just waiting here? And this group of people mentions new continents every day, but looking at what they are doing now, it's a joke.

They don't have boats! Is there no boat to pass by?

Do you know how far away that land is?

To put it mildly, even if there were ships, I conservatively estimate that 80 percent of them would die on board.

I don't like places with a lot of water, you know.

One is that I am always worried that there is something bad in the water, and the other is that once there is danger, I feel that there is nowhere to escape. There is a third point for them, they don't have enough food. Barely staying alive is the best thing they can do now.

I wasn't sure what they wanted to do, but I couldn't stand it, so I left.

As I left the beach and walked up the hill to prepare for the distance, I saw three sailing ships appear in the distant sea.

Thinking that I had seen it wrong, I hurriedly widened my eyes and took a closer look, yes! It's a boat! I pulled out my binoculars and looked at them again, then climbed to the top of the tree again.

That's right! It's not that I'm dazzled, it's a ship, and it's a big sailing ship. But the appearance of sailboats makes me wonder even more, why are there sailboats? Why is it here, and whose ship is it!

The boat got closer and closer, and then stopped offshore. The orcs did not rush to the beach with joy, and no one came down from the boat, as if the people on the boat did not know that there were orcs on the shore, and the orcs did not know the ship.

After waiting for a while, a small boat was lowered from the big boat, and I couldn't see who was on board, and the boat slowly rowed towards the shore. No, I couldn't tell who they were from this distance, so I closed my binoculars and ran towards the beach.

I deliberately avoided the orc settlements, but I also noticed that the orcs seemed to be quite wary of incoming ships, and they all lurked in the forest.

I slowly felt my way to the edge of the woods, but I gasped when I saw the guy in the boat.

It's a goblin!

How did these guys get here!

Could this be a coincidence? Was it such a coincidence? This group of unprofitable, mercenary, disgusting opportunists appeared on the beach where the orcs gathered.

I slowly felt the bow and arrow behind me, this distance, the four goblins, I am confident that I will keep the lives of these four things here.

The four goblins stood on the beach and looked around, neither going further into the woods, but simply standing there with no aim.

At this moment, a wolf cavalry team came out of the woods to the north, and the banner of this wolf cavalry team was the banner of the frostwolf tribe. The orc at the head did not ride on the wolf, but had a huge wolf beside him, and the wolf's fur was as white as snow, and even shiny.

The wolf was right next to the orc, and the wolf was really not small! I feel a little smaller than a war horse.

The orcs slowly walked towards the goblins, and the goblins immediately walked towards them.

Is this a long time ago?

The two groups stood facing each other, but instead of looking up at the orcs, the goblins deliberately kept a distance, so that the orcs could not look down on the goblins.

I couldn't hear what they were saying, but there seemed to be no gap between them based on the expressions on their faces. Goblins danced and gestured, pointing at their ships, while orcs occasionally whispered.

Their conversation didn't last long, as the leader of the orc nodded at them, and the leader goblin took off its gentleman's hat and saluted back. Then the two groups dispersed.

I couldn't hear them talking, but from what I knew from their movements, I could guess that the goblins might have taken over the task of transporting orcs.

Sure enough, the goblin on the shore took out a pistol from his bosom and fired a shot into the sky, a red flare left a trail in the sky, and the sound of the explosion was heard far away. It was then loaded with another flare, but this flare was green.

It wasn't until I saw a dozen or so small boats being lowered from those three boats that I understood that this was the beginning of loading.

Although there are many orc gathering points, they are not very far from each other, and the scene of all the orcs pouring out of my imagination did not appear, but some old and weak women and children came out of the forest one after another, and only a very small number of orc warriors followed them to the beach.

I don't know how they delivered the message, and I don't know when they had already scheduled the transfer. The scramble for fear of leaving you behind and not squeezing into the boat did not happen.

Although in my ...... For a long, long time, the Orcs were always beasts, but this savage, uncivilized race did not abandon the old Orcs, but was the first to be arranged to board the ship along with the women and children.

At the time, I felt like ...... Hmph, be impressed.

I don't know how many of the dozen or so boats were transported back and forth, but it was not completed, and on the last trip I saw some of the younger orcs decisively exit the queue. They gave up the opportunity to get on the boat to women and the elderly, as well as to the younger children.

These orcs who gave up their chances were not very large, and they should all be half-grown children compared to those adult orcs, underage. But this behavior of theirs is really......

This act has won my full respect. That's when I changed my name to them.

The ship sailed away, and it was getting dark. It is unknown where these three ships will go, and the vast majority of the remaining troops have not yet had time to move. What to do.

That night, I suddenly began to struggle with one thing, whether I should hurry up and find human forces to come and destroy them.

My lord, do you think it's better to exterminate them or not?