Chapter 669 - 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.
Moreover, a highly repugnant smell always lingered in the Land of Death, unbearable for the perceptive Orcs. With their sense of smell rendered useless to find their tribesmen, should they lose their way, they’d indeed be in significant trouble.
Getting lost in the Land of Death was no laughing matter.
As time ticked by, all the Orcs were on edge, fearing stepping into a mud pit and being ’swallowed’ by it.
"Ahhh!" A scream echoed from up ahead, causing each of the Orcs to shudder and fill with horror. Had the mud pits started to consume them?
The Orcs at the rear quickened their steps towards the direction of the sound.
Just as expected, not far from the Clan Leader, an Orc was sinking rapidly, struggling hard. Their fellow tribesmen could not even lend a hand before it was swallowed by the dark mud pit.
A cool breeze blew, the tall grass covering the mud pit swaying with the wind. The Orcs around, however, shivered in cold fear.
It happened so fast there was no time for a rescue attempt. A companion who was just with them a moment ago was now swallowed by the dark mud pit.
The remaining Orcs trembled, filled with cold fear as they looked towards Nakula, hope evident in their eyes.
At this moment, Nakula himself was taken aback by the scene.
Truthfully, he was just in front of the place where the incident occurred. If the Orc hadn’t been tripped by the grass behind and stumbled forward, it could have been him swallowed by the pit.
Tightly clenching his fists, he gazed at the endless Land of Death before him, covered with tall grass. Full of resentment, Nakula turned around, "Let’s go back and wait at the entrance. I do not believe they dare to cross the Land of Death."
The Orcs were overjoyed and swiftly followed Nakula back towards the path they came from.
Even though they carefully traced their steps back, the Nacha Tribe still lost another member.
Watching a second Orc being swallowed by a mud pit, even Nakula turned pale, the other Orcs quickened their steps too.
Finally, before supper time, they managed to escape the Land of Death.
Nakula’s heart finally settled as he observed his tribesmen gasping for air, seated on the ground.
"Let us hunt first. Everyone can rest after eating."
Having said this, he turned to the sturdy Orc beside him, "You shall lead the Hunting Team."
The Orc nodded, stood up with somewhat wobbly legs, and led his team into the forest.
"Clan Leader, how long do we have to wait here?"