Meanwhile, in Romantica to the east of Utgard, at the orc camp. Hundreds of cultists seemed to arrive from the mainland. Grom tried his best to endure their foul attitudes and treated him like a fool.
However, their green potion became more widespread, breaking his heart. One use of the potion caused severe harm to the orc's life.
'These damn bastards!' Grom thought. His hands smashing another desk into debris.
Despite destroying the previous supply lines disguised as a bandit attack. Currently, there were four people in the new troops carrying the drug in high amounts. All brought by the cultists who acted like gods.
'This will be hard.' Grom mumbled as he travelled from the camp with a fake excuse to follow the cultists.
They would separate themselves from the main army and then head towards a concealed cave with ocean access. There, another set of ships awaited them, carrying the product in and out of their bay.
