"Weapons are not important to them," Dai Lian shook his head, not taking the situation lightly at all.
To him, the gear of such creatures was mere decoration; their true reliance lay in their formidable bodies that allowed them to rampage freely.
Therefore, it was perfectly reasonable to see a scene where a thick axe full of spikes got deflected as it chopped onto what seemed like a rusted piece of iron armor.
Although the armor was subpar, the weapons were just as lackluster.
Wang Wenbo's eyes glimmered with excitement as he asked, "What do we do now?"
"Wait," Dai Lian's gaze was icy as he closely watched every move of the Orc Tribe's surge.
"Wait for them to leave, or… draw closer."
If they left, naturally it meant waiting for these orcs to leave before the large group behind them continued to advance.
If they drew closer… it might mean the large group at their rear would need to retreat and take a detour.
"Can't we fight?" Wang Wenbo licked his lips, somewhat reluctant.
