Even Bertel, whose hands were soaked in blood, was startled at this moment. In the past, those they indiscriminately slaughtered were the orcs of other tribes, and what they looted were the females and food of other tribes. In their hearts, as long as they were alive, they didn't care about what happened to the other tribes. It had nothing to do with them.
Until now, seeing the tribe members who used to appear before them frequently now lying there silently, their bodies even torn apart by beasts, it felt as though there was a large hole in his heart that was empty and cold.
Who did all of this?
The cries of the orcs echoed around. Many of the orcs here were the fathers, brothers, or siblings of the orcs in the team.