The wild tribe used to live on the grassland. In that place, fresh fruit was rarely used.

Later, the drought continued, the river dried up, the plants all died, the earth cracked, and even drinking water became difficult, let alone eating a fresh fruit.

The orcs feel that it is a correct decision to follow the advice of the patriarch and leave the ancestors who have lived for dozens of generations and migrated here.

Thunder looked at the smiles of the tribes and turned to look at the same smile, whispered: "Thank you, Bi."

They are very close, and the sound of the Thunder can be pulled very low, and there is a sigh of sorrow in the atmosphere.

Sima, who was not far from the two, saw this scene, and there was a glimpse of the surface, and then he resumed his freedom and turned to the other side.

I glanced at a real-looking Thunder, and the same serious answer: "You are welcome."

The wild tribe has decided to build a new home here.

They began to slash early houses, open up the surrounding areas, and plant some of the food seeds they brought with them...

At this time, Aman helped a lot.

The mammoths are like a roll of a nose, and the thick trees can all rise up. It saves a lot of time and energy.

The orcs were still afraid of this big guy from the beginning. After a few days, they became close friends with Aman.

The orc's ability to move is very powerful. In just over a month, on this flat land, there are neat rows and rows of wooden houses. Although not so delicate and gorgeous, for the orcs, It is a home that can survive the wind and rain.

The Thunder also deliberately took the orcs out for a trip, making a disguise here and the entrance to the outside.

Originally, this place is very hidden. The ordinary beasts can't find it here. Plus the camouflage of today, even if there are outsiders, it is not easy to find it.

On the evening of the successful completion of the last orc house, the wild tribe hosted a grand bonfire party.

The beasts who used to eat and use all the way, took out the food that they had been reluctant to eat. The fruit wine made from fruit in the past few days also moved out, plus the fresh prey that the males went out to hunt in the day... ...

The entire wild tribe has fallen into a thorough revelry.

The orcs walked hand-in-hand with the traditional dance of the tribe, and they wouldn’t like it. They stood there and watched quietly.

However, the enthusiastic orcs will not let her alone, and soon love will be pulled over and joined them.

Will not jump?

it's OK!

It will move!

This kind of dance is originally a picture of happiness.

Love is infected by their happy emotions, and they are also circled together. Turning around, the whole person has smashed into a strong embrace.

She glanced, then returned to her and quickly stood firm.

There was a chuckle behind him: "Are you drinking too, little female?"

It is a Thunder.

Does this tone sound a bit wrong?

Looking back and suspicion, I saw the tall orc patriarch, looking at myself with a smile.

Against the backdrop of the orange fire, his cold golden brown eyelids seemed to burn, and the smoked smoke with a hint of burning.

Got drunk? I loved the light fruit wine on my partner and thought.

The Thunder took a step toward love, and his body became strong.

Sure enough, I was drunk.