Two days later, the orcs returned to the Ancient Wood Tribe.
The patrolling tribesmen saw them bringing back a group of plump orcs and were quite puzzled: "Hey brother, which tribe are these from? They're living well, all plump and round."
The orc holding the squad leader sneered and shook the orc in his hand like a dead pig: "Living well? We beat them all the way here.
These guys are from the Black Mountain Tribe, coming to our mountain forest to hunt the tribesmen of small tribes."
The four words 'Black Mountain Tribe' were practically synonymous with original sin. Upon hearing these words, the patrol orc's expression immediately changed, and he kicked them.
Poor squad leader's butt got swollen again.
The squad leader had completely lost the calm composure he had when first captured; inside, he felt extremely wronged.
Talking of which, he was the one who got beaten up the most along the way. With so many orcs around, couldn't they share the beatings?
