Last year's war did not bring these small and medium-sized tribes a more prosperous territory; instead, it took away their time for hunting and repairing their grass huts.
Since the battle with the Ancient Wood Mountain Forest was not victorious, the orcs, having gained nothing, followed their clan leader and returned to the tribe.
However, with only a few days left, there was always a limit to what could be done. When the first heavy snow fell, the clan leader and the orcs looked extremely grim.
They knew that in this cold season, many orcs would again perish.
Returning to this land once more, Ji Nuan sensed a very oppressive atmosphere, causing her brows to knit tightly.
"Why does it feel so uncomfortable here?"
Xiu Yan and the surrounding orcs nodded as well: "Indeed, it's lifeless."
"Let's go back to the base and take a look first."
Saying this, Xiu Yan reached out to draw Ji Nuan into his embrace and led the orcs in a dash towards the base.
