The morning sun cast a golden glow over the forest, piercing through the tree canopy and casting opulence on the woodland floor, forming beautiful points of light. It was utterly mesmerizing.
Standing at the entrance of Chief Meng Zhuo's tent was an orc, bidding him farewell.
"Chief Meng Zhuo, I think I should go back and check on my tribe. Our tribe is so small and it's been quite a while since I left. I don't even know if my tribesfolk have enough food to eat," the orc said, his face filled with distress.
Meng Zhuo sighed, aware of the predicament of the other tribes in Lamu Forest, and nodded. "Alright, you should go back and check. Make sure to come back in a few days to collect the injured."
The orc nodded. "Don't I know it? My daughter's still here taking care of them. Could you help look after her? She's a bit too timid."
Meng Zhuo pounded his chest. "Rest assured, I've got it. Go quickly and come back quickly."
The orc thanked him and set off from the Monte Tribe.
