"There seem to be signs of orc activity here." The orc pointed to several trees in front of them marked with claw prints.
Meng Tai walked up to examine the marks closely: "These are certainly signs of orc activity. We might have come into an area commonly hunted by a tribe. Everyone should be careful."
Instantly, the orcs heightened their alertness, proceeding cautiously.
"Swish, swish, swish!" The multitude of footsteps echoed all around, tightening the nerves of Meng Tai and the others as they scrutinized their surroundings.
The surrounding jungle quivered, as if something might rush out from within at any moment.
"Where did you orcs come from?" A deep voice echoed from the front. Meng Tai turned to look and saw a rather thin, white-haired orc standing on a tree trunk, looking down at them.
The orcs from the Monte tribe instantly gripped their stone weapons, prepared to charge forward, but Meng Tai stopped them: "Don't move rashly."
