An orc walked out with a laugh: "You guys are finally back. The witch doctor and the team leader have been waiting for you for a long time."

As he said that, his arm resting on the shoulders of the tall orc: "I thought you were going to die there?"

The tall and mighty orc couldn't help glaring at him when he heard this: "Shut up quickly. I have something important to report to the patriarch and the witch doctor, and take me over."

The orcs naturally knew the urgency of what they did, and no longer joked. They brought the tall orcs and the others to the tent of the witch doctor and the clan leader.

During this disaster, many people died in the Crow tribe.

After several earthquakes, they found that the cave was uninhabitable, so they built a tent and lived in an open space farther from the mountains.

When the witch doctor and the clan leader who were discussing things in the tent saw the tall orc coming in, they all looked happy: "How is the situation? Have you found the Alonso tribe?"

A faint smile appeared on the tall orc's face, which had no expression for many years: "Finished."

The patriarch and the witch doctor laughed out loud when they heard this, and their hearts were extremely happy.

The witch doctor waved to him and sat down: "You are not discovered, are you?"

When the tall orc heard this, a trace of contempt flashed across his eyes: "We followed one of their hunting teams to find the Alonso tribe. The highest-level evolutionary orcs in that team were only level 2, so they could not find our traces.

After determining the location of their tribe's residence, I brought my tribes back, and they could not find us."

The witch doctor and the patriarch looked pleased: "You go down and rest quickly. Today, the hunting team brought back a lot of fresh prey. After eating, they should cultivate themselves well and kill a few more orcs from the Alonso tribe."

The tall orc nodded firmly: "Don't worry."

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly turned around and looked at the witch doctor and the patriarch with some hesitation, and his face was struggling.

The witch doctor seemed to see his hesitation: "What's wrong? Is there anything else?"

The tall orcs hesitated for a while, and finally decided to tell them about their killing of the orcs in the middle tribe: "My tribe and I snatched the food of the tribe when we passed by the territory of a middle tribe.

At that time, there was only one witness who was guarding the food, so he killed him."

The witch doctor nodded: "Just a medium-sized orc, just kill it."

The tall orc pursed his lips: "But we only realized later that there was a witch doctor in this medium-sized tribe."

The witch doctor stood up immediately after hearing this: "You killed a middle-class tribe member who is blessed by the witch doctor?"

Seeing that the witch doctor reacted so much, a hint of bitterness appeared in my heart: "Yes, I asked my tribe members to go to the surrounding small tribes to ask, and then I found out that this witch doctor had traveled here from other continents."

The witch doctor frowned even deeper. He paced back and forth in the tent, and after a while, he sighed helplessly: "The witch doctors who come out to travel are all from the largest tribes of the forest in each mountain range. They are definitely following the high-level evolutionary orcs around them." As he said that, he frowned and looked at the tall orcs: "Why are you so careless when doing things?"
Chapter completed!