The depressed orcs diplomatic corps (1)

Just as Yue qianhua reached an agreement with the city Lord and was about to head to the capital of the Morning Star Empire, a group of beastmen hurried over on the path to the maple forest ferry.

Compared to Yue qianhua's group, who had come on a small battleship and only changed to short-horned deer when they got close to the Morning Star Empire, the orc envoy was in a much worse state.

From their appearance, it was clear that they had experienced a bloody battle not long ago. There were still traces of blood on their robes and armor, and they looked quite miserable.

When the fiery red maple forest appeared in front of these orc cultivators, they all showed a trace of relief and couldn't help speeding up.

"We've finally reached the Morning Star Empire. I thought we would die on the way!"