The bearded orc wiped the sweat off his forehead and laughed heartily, "Who would've thought, today we'd get such a haul. Bringing it all back will be enough for the tribe to eat for a day."
"If it's only enough for a day, why bother taking it back? Better leave it for us. This food could last us many days," a voice, like claws scraping the bark of a tree, sounded from the right.
The orcs turned to look. At the forefront was an orc riding on a two-humped beast, followed by about fifty other orcs who seemed filled with malice and looked gloomy.
Xiu Yan stepped forward: "Which tribe are you orcs from? Do you intend to snatch our prey? Do you know to which tribe we orcs belong?"
The leading orc laughed heartily and turned to look at the lackeys behind him: "Brothers, did he just ask which tribe we orcs belong to?"
The addressed orcs burst out laughing: "Don't you know from which tribe you are yourself?"
