Chapter 668, Returned _1

Looking at the frightened faces of the Orcs behind him, Nakula clenched his teeth in frustration: "The Gru Tribe's Orcs have gone in, and you can't do better than them? What is there to fear when I'm here?"

Perhaps his gaze was too terrifying, the Orcs finally put away their apprehension and responded, "We follow our Clan Leader."

Nakula's face lightened slightly at this. He waved his hand and led the way into the Land of Death.

Watching the Clan Leader's figure disappear into the tall grass, the gentle Orc gritted his teeth and followed.

The rest of the Orcs followed one by one as well.

The Land of Death was eerily quiet. The thick grass obscured the surroundings. Rich in nutrients, it grew even taller than the Orcs. Once they entered, they could only closely follow the Orc in front, daring not fall behind. Any carelessness would mean being abandoned by the Orcs ahead.