So, Xiu Yan organized the first army of the Watson Tribe. They have uniform clothing and training methods, and are solely accountable to Xiu Yan.
With the army established, many orcs who were unwilling to hunt opted out. They returned home to farm or joined caravans and fleets to trade across various continents.
The tribe's hunting, patrolling, and a series of other tasks were all taken over by the army, and everything started to run smoothly.
"Hey? Aliu, where are you going?" Asan, who was preparing to clear weeds in his field, saw his neighbor leading a yellow bovine beast with a melancholic face, followed by a beast of indeterminate breed.
The little beast growled fiercely at him.
Hearing his voice, the orc named Aliu finally lifted his head, his expression almost in tears: "I'm really so unlucky."
Curiously, Asan walked forward with his hoe: "What's the matter? Isn't this the bovine beast you lost a few days ago? You've found it now?"
