The Orc's tone was very cold, devoid of any gentleness towards females.
Namila watched the retreating back of the Orc, her eyes flashing with ferocity, but she chose to endure.
For now, she still relied on the Armored Crocodile Tribe for healing and survival. If she displeased Otto, she feared this Orc would throw her out to fend for herself.
For now, she would bear it, until her father arrived...
A fierce expression flickered through her eyes.
Otto, who had walked out, encountered another evolved Orc from the Armored Crocodile Tribe, Kaka.
Back against the cave, the Orc stood there and turned his head as he heard Otto's footsteps.
Otto stopped walking, knowing that if the Orc sought him out at this time, it must be because of some matter.
"I want to find Dubi," Kaka's voice was slightly hoarse, his eyes resolute.
