Several orcs nodded at the words, closed their eyes, and rested, while Ying Da sat by the cave entrance, gazing at the moon in the sky.
It really is best to be at one's own tribe.
The next morning, at the crack of dawn, Ying Da and a few orcs had a simple meal of the dried meat they brought and bade farewell to the folks of the Tortoise Tribe, soared into the sky, and shortly disappeared over the sea.
"Zhuangzhuang, do you think Shaman Ji Nuan will agree to go to the Swordfish Tribe?" Gui Zhuangzhuang's companion asked with a furrowed brow.
Gui Zhuangzhuang shook his head, also feeling uncertain: "I don't know either."
Having said that, he embraced his companion and walked toward the tribe.
The food exchanged the day before was still in the Food Storage Cave; it's a good time to distribute it to everyone during these two days.
Meanwhile, the Swordfish Tribe was plunged into utter panic.
