Luo Lan kept silent about what happened at that time. In fact, among her classmates, only Bumansha knew her true strength, and Ye Ling was probably half-aware of it. The others probably had the impression that Luo Lan was very skilled with a sword, even though she didn't use it often.

After Roland fed Nia a [Golden Maple Syrup], combined with the previous treatment, Nia recovered quickly and was fully recovered after two days. It has to be said that orcs do have an advantage over humans in terms of physique.

The next day, when Niya woke up in the morning, she tried to move her body. She was the only one in the room at this time. She felt good, so she put on her clothes and prepared to go out for a look.

When I lifted the thick door curtain, the slightly dazzling sky came into view. It took me several seconds to gradually adjust.

This was the home of the Cave Lions. Her tent was surrounded by numerous other gray tents, larger than those of the Goat Horns. The Lion Manes were generally over two meters tall, while the Goat Horns averaged around sixty-five feet. Their belongings were therefore larger.

There were a small number of Lionmane women and children around the tent. Some of them were making fire to cook, while others were pounding wheat grains and removing the ears. These Lionmane orcs would grow a small amount of wheat.

Unfortunately, the wheat grains are very small, and it seems that the harvest is not good.

There were bursts of metal clashing sounds coming from the distance. Niya walked over when she heard the sound. The lion-maned orcs on the road saw it, but did not stop her. Instead, they humbly stepped aside and pulled the curious child to prevent him from disturbing the goat-horned girl.

Nia passed several tall tents and saw an open field. A low fence surrounded it, and inside, two orcs were sparring. They were wielding large axes and wearing thick iron armor. The armor had many scratches and small grooves, indicating its age, but it was well maintained.

The two men attacked back and forth in the open space. By this time, the battle was drawing to a close, and both sides were running low on energy. They needed to catch their breath after each attack before launching the next one. A circle of orcs surrounded them, some cheering, some encouraging, and still others beating giant drums.

Niya turned her gaze and quickly spotted the black-haired figure. Compared to the tall, mighty lion-maned orcs around her, the young woman's figure was far too frail. She sat on a nearby platform, next to an old shaman, who seemed to be in conversation. She quickly waved, beckoning Niya over, and the competition finally came to a close.

When Niya stepped onto the platform, cheers erupted from the arena. A crowd of people supported the winner and handed him a huge roasted pig's trotter. He took a hearty bite, and another round of cheers followed. Many of the orc girls' eyes were filled with admiration and infatuation.

"Lord Loran, what do you think of Leighton? He is the most powerful warrior among the younger generation of our tribe, and now has the strength of Sequence 5. Having him as your follower should not undermine your dignity." The old shaman asked Loran Hill next to him.

The black-haired girl wore a black dress and a delicate smoky-colored pendant on her chest. Her soft and transparent black eyes seemed to show no trace of deception or concealment. Her sincerity and purity seemed to reach deep into her heart.

She understood what the old shaman meant. Although she was just a follower, she also hoped to learn something from him, even if it was just to be influenced by him, to be less impatient and more patient.

Orcs are unruly and unruly, and the more powerful the race, the more so. If you're not strong enough to defeat them, they'll think everything you say is useless nonsense. On the contrary, if you can completely convince them with your strength, then they'll regard your words as the standard.

Over the past two days, Loran Hill had spoken extensively with the old shaman, learning a great deal about the orcs' recent experiences, including their migrations and evolution. The many sorrows and hardships they encountered were truly heartbreaking. It turned out that it wasn't just the Rabbit-Eared Tribe; the orcs on the grasslands were also having a hard time.

Food has always been in short supply, but livestock farming produces mostly fur and dairy products, which is hardly enough to fill their stomachs. Furthermore, due to the lack of vegetables and fruit, they occasionally even eat grass. Literally, they eat grass. They are forced to temporarily downgrade from humanoid intelligent beings to beasts to barely survive.

Driven by hunger, there have been various conflicts between the tribes of orcs, fighting for pastures, food, property, etc. When they are extremely hungry, they will even eat the corpses of their enemies.

Due to the physical differences among orcs, they do not have the same great empathy as humans. In addition, their traditional barbaric style makes this behavior not too rejected.

Although shamans jointly declared years ago that cannibalism is unacceptable, this cruel practice still occurs in some remote corners. When survival is at stake, it's difficult to expect everyone to abide by morality. The concerns of the Rabbit Ears village chief weren't just imaginary; they actually happened.

In recent years, due to the increase in trade with the outside world, the grain shipped from the south has alleviated this situation, which has barely maintained the precarious moral standards.

Some people have thought about planting more crops to harvest food, but it is difficult to achieve.

Firstly, the land is barren, the orcs have very low agricultural knowledge and skills, the yield is low, and the land is easily desertified.

Secondly, don't overestimate the morality of others because other tribes may sabotage you. Out of jealousy and greed, many other tribes will take advantage of your harvest or even sabotage you.

A year's hard work can be destroyed in an instant by just one torch.

Unity is impossible, because they are not from the same tribe as you. Once you become powerful, you will only invade and rob the pastures and property of those around you. Your strength will only bring harm to them. There is an innate repulsion between the orc tribes. It is no wonder that after the fall of the Mad Fang Empire, the Winged Tribes refused to recognize their northern relatives and instead formed the Falcon Nation with humans.

If it weren't for the strong pressure from the human kingdoms around the grassland, these orc tribes would have already started fighting each other.

The scarcity of resources and food fueled the internal strife among the orcs like a smoldering fire. Though small, it consumed all the warmth and affection between them, leaving only anxiety and restlessness. Like caged beasts, they frantically chased their tails, expending their energy to prevent a rapid population growth that would destroy their fragile situation.

Attacking humans might have been a dream of orcs thousands of years ago, but now any rational orc shaman would strictly prohibit it. The orcs on the Gufia grasslands only number more than 30 million, while the humans on the Western Continent number nearly 2 billion, and the high-level extraordinary beings can also crush them. The orcs have long dared not to stimulate the sensitive nerves between such tribes.

So, when will this difficult situation come to an end?