Soon, the orc from earlier returned, carrying some fresh fruit with large leaves, and ran out again.
The Black Mountain Clan Leader gestured for him to set the fruit aside, letting the orc leave.
The orcs had hunted enough food, cleaned it up, and left. Meanwhile, the Central Tribal Chief was nearing the South Watson Tribe base.
Night began to fall, but the base was bustling. The tribe members were roasting meat around the campfire.
Some of the females were learning how to make meat soup, and the young ones were running and shouting around the fire, full of joy.
The orcs on shift today continued working, striving to build the high walls before the cold season arrives, to withstand the impact from the black cattle and horse herds, as well as the hungry wolf packs.
"Shaman, the clan leader from the neighboring tribe has come to see you. He seems quite anxious."
Suddenly, the patrolling orc rushed in, his words surprising Ji Nuan: "A neighboring tribe? To see me?"
