In the forest on the other side, the orcs of the Red Mountain Tribe looked at the collapsed cave before them, feeling fortunate and relieved.
The Red Mountain Tribal Chief's expression shifted several times before he looked at the Shaman beside him, "Shaman, it's a good thing we listened to you and had the tribe move out, otherwise..."
The surrounding orcs also nodded heavily in agreement with the chief's words. The stones of the Red Mountain Tribe were much heavier than those in other mountain forests.
If the collapse had happened with tribespeople inside the cave, not many would have survived.
The Red Mountain Shaman nodded calmly, "Alright, go and organize the tribespeople to clean up quickly."
Having said that, after taking one last deep look at the collapsed cave, he turned and walked towards his tent.
Only when he entered his tent did the Red Mountain Shaman's face break into a wide smile.
