At the same time, the Monte Tribe in another direction also made the same choice.
"Chieftain, this time there are so few tribesmen coming, won't we lose out in the trading competition with other tribes?"
The tribal chief of the Monte Tribe, Meng Tai's father Meng Zhuo, shook his head: "They'll be just like us. Beast God Mountain is so cold. It won't just be our side. Other continents will be the same. Assign the healthier Orcs to protect the injured Winged Orcs, take good care of them. As long as they can survive, even if they lose their wings, they are still warriors in our tribe."
The middle-aged Orc beside him wiped his tears, choked up and nodded, "rest assured, I will personally look after them."
Meng Zhuo nodded, "Go, tell the tribe to quickly gather their belongings, eat and rest early. We set out for the Divine Wood Tree's territory tomorrow morning."
The middle-aged Orc nodded and left.
