When Lin Ye returned to the Grave Tribe's stronghold, he found that the black-skinned orcs were still trying to put out the fire with water in wooden basins.
However, without magical powers and modern equipment, the only primitive way to put out a fire was to splash water manually.
Otherwise, they could just wait for the heavens to cry on them.
'Aish…'
'Then I'm sorry.'
'I've stored a few large boxes of oil to start the fire.'
Lin Ye walked to the gate of the walled city. Under the confused and frightened gazes of the Grave Tribe orcs, he pulled out his sword, the Hidden Moon, from his chest and wiped out all the orc guards with silence.
Then, he pretended to run away after the fight, but he activated his self-created stealth in the middle and sneaked back to the stronghold, hiding in a dark corner that was hard to be discovered.