Chapter 910 - 909: Skilled and Experienced
Gana and his concerns were no longer of interest to Ji Nuan and the others.
At this time, the Watson Tribe Orcs had already escorted the Sea Crocodile Clan Orcs a great distance away.
However, what delighted the captive Sea Crocodile Clan Orcs was that the Watson Orcs were heading in the direction of their tribe.
Kaka was walking alongside an orc with strange beast skins wrapped around his head, occasionally letting out sleazy laughter.
The Sea Crocodile Clan Orcs went from being puzzled initially to treating it as normal.
But there was one exception.
That orc was Eaqur.
Although Eaqur was being escorted by the taller Orcs around him, his gaze frequently returned to the orc who was laughing and talking with the strangely-dressed beast skin wearer.
He also frowned from time to time, as if he were pondering something.
Ji Nuan, who was sitting on Xiu Yan’s back, had long noticed his expression.
She turned her head to look at Kaka and Ethal who were still whispering to each other and helplessly twitched her mouth.
The Orcs did not rest, and it was only when the sun started to set that they found a relatively open area to set up camp.
The Orcs were proficient at setting up a camp in the wild, taking off the baskets on their backs, and taking out tools from within.
In no time at all, tents were erected, and even the fire pit was dug and lit with fire seeds.
Two Orcs were specifically tasked with watching over the fire pit.
Another two Orcs were responsible for picking up fallen dry wood.
In such a rich Mountain Forest, food was the least of their concerns.
Ya Li led a small team of Orcs out, and in just the time it took Ji Nuan to sort a basket of herbs, they had returned with game, either carrying or dragging it.
Ji Nuan couldn’t help but marvel.
The remaining task of skinning and gutting, for the Orcs, was incredibly simple.
The sidelined Eaqur and his group were astounded.
They too would occasionally send their tribe’s Orcs out to the forest to hunt and train.
But such formidable hunting capabilities genuinely shocked them to the point where their jaws nearly dropped.
Could it be that the game in this forest was as plentiful as seaweed in the sea, available in abundances with a mere grab?
At that moment, Eaqur noticed that the familiar-looking orc who had been laughing and talking along the way was now walking towards them.
This immediately heightened Eaqur’s vigilance, his eyes wary as he watched the approach of this tall orc.
His fellow tribesmen also noticed the orc’s movements, and for a moment, they held their breath in tension.
As the orc neared them, Eaqur’s expression first froze, then shifted to a puzzled look.
The orc wasn’t wearing the kind of beast skin shoes that all Watson Tribe Orcs wore.
He was barefoot, and a deep blue membrane connected each of his toes.
It was this membrane that made Eaqur look at him with a strange expression.
Just as the orc was about to reach them, Eaqur opened his mouth and called out a name, "Ethal."
His voice was not loud, but it was filled with certainty.
The previously tense Orcs around him also froze at his words.
Ethal, disguised in beast skin, immediately stopped in his tracks.
He threw off the beast skin from his head and burst into laughter, running over to his fellow tribesmen, looking at Eaqur, "You guy, how did you recognize me?"