"Bosson, a horde of orcs is catching up from behind!" panted an orc in a rush.
A stern look came into Bosson's eyes, "They actually caught up!"
At this time, all the orcs that had gone hunting had also rushed back. Norwe looked strangely at Ji Nuan, with a hint of suspicion: "Bosson, I think something's not right. These orcs are acting like they've gone mad, completely disregarding whether or not they'll attract wild beasts, wildly searching in the forest."
Bosson's eyes hardened; he turned his eyes to Ji Nuan, who was sitting peacefully on a beast skin. This was the first time he had carefully observed this frail-looking female cub.
The little female cub was skinny, her porcelain-white face showed no signs of fright, she was quite calm. Her two black, clear cat eyes were blinking, making her look somewhat cute.
Bosson spoke calmly, "What type of creature are you in your tribe?"
