And when the surrounding orcs saw Bertel's indifference, they instantly felt cold in their hearts. Could such a tribal leader really provide a good life for the tribe?
He'd probably always prioritize himself first.
...
"Energize, folks, we're almost there!" The excitement was apparent in the Clan Leader of the Gray Bear Tribe's voice.
The young orcs who were attending the major trade conference for the first time and the orcs of the Watson Tribe were full of curiosity about their surroundings. But aside from feeling colder, they found nothing extraordinary.
"Which tribe do you orcs belong to?" Suddenly, a clear and echoing voice rang out through the snowy woods. The orcs came to an abrupt halt and started vigilantly scanning their surroundings.
In front of them, a gigantic tree suddenly uprooted itself and, standing upright, walked over to the orcs.
