A huge team was slowly moving forward on the grassland. On the snow-stained grassland, this team was as conspicuous as lice on a bald man's head.
However, at this time, there was basically no one on the grassland. The grassland in winter was terrible. The cold wind, heavy rain, and wolves would all become the most terrible things on the grassland in winter.
Orcs rarely left their camp in winter, especially the small team. However, there were a lot of orcs in this team, more than 500000 of them. Although the snowy plains were not easy to walk on, they did not stop.
If one looked closely, they would find that not all of the orcs were young and strong. There were many elderly, children, and women. It was as if a large tribe was moving.
This group of people was from the herculean divine ox tribe. This time, it was not just the 200000 young and strong Warriors of the herculean divine ox tribe who had followed them. Instead, everyone had come.
