Chapter 800, Armored Crocodile Clan

In the vast and mysterious Land of Death, at the very center where the Death Swamp was densest, the area was feared by the orcs of the four surrounding mountain forests. It was believed to be a place one could not come out of alive, yet it was paradise for the Armored Crocodile Clan.

They had thrived here generation after generation, the swamp's rich biodiversity providing ample food. They never contacted the orc tribes outside, for they always remained hidden in the mysterious and perilous Land of Death and thus were never discovered.

The Crocodile Orc rushed back to the tribe incessantly. Without even time to wipe the sweat from his brow, he hurried to the Clan Leader's cave.

Upon hearing the tribe member's report that orcs had returned, the female surrounded by numerous males frowned. It seemed that they had not brought back the kind of orc she desired in such a short time.

Quite impatiently, she waved her hand dismissively, "Let him in."