As the Sea Serpent Orcs teetered on the brink of collapse from their anxious wait, the Orcs of the Watson Tribe finally began to move in a deliberate but unhurried pace, packing everything in the camp into a container that resembled something woven from vines.
Derek narrowed his eyes, as if he remembered something.
This container, it seemed, was also in possession of a Tribe they had partnered with, and they treated it quite preciously.
He had not expected the Watson Tribe to have so many of them.
Seeing that the Orcs of the Watson Tribe had already crossed the river and were moving into the distance, a look of satisfaction appeared in Derek's eyes.
The Sea Serpent Clan was one of the most powerful combatant races in the sea, and they had many Orcs in their Tribe; ordinary Aquatic Tribes didn't dare to offend them.
It seemed that the Watson Tribe had learned of their strength from Ethal just yesterday and had truly retreated just like that.
