Mo Peisi took a deep look at Mo Na, then turned and walked towards the edge of the forest, "We're leaving."
The old orc and a dozen or so orcs behind him followed Mo Peisi. Their figures gradually disappeared into the forest.
"Mo Na, are we really gonna let this go just like that?" A robust orc strolled lazily to Mo Na's side.
"Let it go?" Mo Na sneered, "Do you think I, Mo Na, am that easy to talk to?"
Her eyes were full of chill.
...
The beasts of the Watson Tribe brought back all the collected wood to their tribe. Chief Ge Xing, looking at the purple fruit trees and stinky fruit trees, couldn't suppress his laughter.
He patted Xiu Yan contentedly on the shoulder, "Very good, very good, you've done well, hahaha!"
Xiu Yan, showing a hint of disgust, stepped away from Ge Xing and motioned to a rat orc behind him. "We encountered orcs from the Serra Tribe in the Lamu Mountain forest, had a conflict with them. This orc was sent to follow us but we captured it."
