Looking at the orcs behind him, Nakura gritted her teeth with a grudge: "The orcs from the Gru Tribe have all entered. Are you not as good as them? What are you afraid of? Are you still me?"

Perhaps because his eyes were too terrible, the orcs finally put away the uneasiness on their faces: "Let's follow the patriarch."

Nakura's face looked a little better, and she waved her hand and walked into the land of death first.

Looking at the figure of the patriarch who was about to be covered by the grass, Wen Run Orc gritted his teeth and followed.

The remaining orcs followed one by one.

The land of death is very quiet, and the dense grass covers the surrounding scene. Perhaps because of its sufficient nutrition, it is even higher than the orcs. As soon as the orcs enter, they can only follow the orcs in front of them tightly, and they dare not fall behind at all. If you are not careful, you will be thrown down by the orcs in front of you.

Moreover, the land of death is always filled with a very pungent smell, which is even more unbearable for orcs with a sensitive sense of smell. There is no way to use their sense of smell to find people. Once they are lost, they will be really boring.

Getting lost in the land of death is not a joke.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the orcs were nervous, fearing that they would accidentally fall into the quagmire and be "eated" by the quagmire.

"Ah!" A scream came from the front, and the orcs trembled, and their hearts were filled with panic. Could it be that the quagmire began to eat beasts?

The orc behind accelerated his pace and walked towards the front where the sound came.

Sure enough, not far from the clan leader, an orc was struggling to sink down at an extremely fast speed. Before the tribes could help, they were swallowed up by the dark mud.

The breeze blew, and the long grass covering the mud swayed its soft waists in the wind, but the orcs around them felt cold in their hearts.

It was too fast and I couldn't wait for them to rescue them. The rescue of the tribe who was still together was swallowed up by the dark mud.

The remaining orcs trembled and looked at Nakura in front of them with fear. Needless to say, the hope in their eyes was hopeless.

At this time, Nakura was also shocked by the scene in front of her.

In fact, the place was just in front of me. If the orc hadn't been tripped by the grass behind him and staggered a few steps to the front, he would have been the one who was sinking to the bottom.

Clenched his fists tightly and looked at the endless land of death covered with grass in front of him. Nakura finally turned around with reluctance: "Go back and wait at the exit, I don't believe they dare to cross the land of death."

The orcs were overjoyed and quickly followed Nakura to retreat in the direction he came.

Even though he had already carefully followed the path he came, the Nacha tribe still lost a tribe member again.

Looking at the second orc who was flooded by the mud, Narkura's face turned pale, and the orcs also accelerated their pace.

Finally, I walked out of the land of death before I was late.

Looking at the tribe members sitting on the ground and gasping for breath, Nakura's heart, which was raised high, finally fell down.

"Go to hunt first, everyone will have some rest after eating the food."

After saying that, he looked at the tall orc beside him: "You take the hunting team."

The orc nodded, stood up with his weak legs, and led his team of orcs to the forest.
Chapter completed!