The old priest sighed as he looked at the orc standing before him, Gui Zhuangzhuang was good in every aspect, just too honest.
"Uh-huh, in a few days we'll go see Shaman Ji Nuan. You, being a Clan Leader, really should be more thoughtful. If Shaman Ji Nuan doesn't say anything, can't you see it for yourself?"
Gui Zhuangzhuang blushed.
At dinner time, most of the Tortoise Orcs returned to the communal refuge in the cave.
Except for the old priest, the Clan Leader, and some particularly strong orcs who reinforced the cave with stones to prevent it from collapsing, the rest of the tribe's caves were no longer inhabitable.
They could only wait until Tortoise Island, ravaged by the storm, was cleared before rebuilding.
At this moment, the Watson Tribe's camp ceased the salt production temporarily because they needed to dig caves.
The evolutionary orcs had claws that were sharper than those of ordinary orcs, and the caves in the camp were more like communal dormitories.
