The orcs made their weapons and tools using sturdy branches, preferably ones that had recently fallen off the trees. Dried-up branches were too brittle and broke easily, making them unsuitable for crafting.
The middle-aged orc slapped his chest with a loud thud: "Shaman Ji Nuan, don't worry, leave this task to me. I'll make sure to gather all the materials as quickly as possible."
Ji Nuan smiled and nodded: "I need a large amount. That cave you excavated yesterday needs to be filled to the brim."
The middle-aged orc's jaw practically dropped. He could only scratch his head: "I'll have the clan members work hard to collect it all."
Ji Nuan nodded: "Then I'll have to trouble the Clan Leader with this task."
The orc chuckled in a silly, hearty way and shifted into his beast form before running back to his tribe. He had to share the task with the tribespeople—if they did well this time, food for the cold season would be one less worry.
