But the orcs at Watson Tribe's Southern Base are very satisfied.
With warm beds and food, they feel extremely comfortable from head to toe, patrolling orcs wander around the tribe in groups of a dozen.
With the high walls as a barrier, there is no worry about beasts charging into the tribe.
"Nuannuan, let me take you to the seaside." On this day, Xiu Yan suddenly came in from outside, wrapped in cold air.
Ji Nuan looked at him with some confusion: "What's up?"
Xiu Yan took the cotton clothes and cloak from the rack and dressed Ji Nuan well, then wrapped her in his own cloak: "You'll know when you see it."
His voice rarely carried a hint of laughter. Ji Nuan looked up at the orc's chin, feeling puzzled. Brother Xiu Yan is playing mysterious now.
It's known from conversations with the Sea Clan's orcs that the Red Sea would never freeze.
