Chapter 669, Shall We Try?_1

Nakula glanced at the empathetic orc: "We will wait for three more days. If they haven't emerged by then, we will stop waiting and head straight back to prepare food for the winter."

The Land of Death had left an indelible shadow on Nakula, the empathetic orc, and the orc members of the Nacha Tribe: a shadow, they feared, would linger for their entire lifetime.

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"Clan Leader, should we keep moving forward?"

With a wooden stick in hand, Bowman tentatively tested the solidity of the ground ahead while moving forward with utmost caution.

The Cat Beast perched on his shoulder gave a nod, looking back at the tribesmen with resolve, "We must go on. Be careful, do not rush. Use the wooden sticks to feel your way. As long as we get out of this Land of Death, we can all return safely to the tribe."

Hearing these words from the Shaman, the orcs gritted their teeth and continued to cautiously move forward.