At this moment, Huo Yuan felt a warmth in his heart. Looking at the food that had been brought over, he said, "Chief, you have rice, and not just rice, but also flour. It's wonderful! It's all top-quality stuff. I've never lived as well as I have in the tribe."

"What nonsense are you talking about? These things need to be stored away. We're not unable to work now. We should leave these grains untouched while we can work, and use them in the winter." After several months of fighting and several months of recuperation, winter was approaching again.

Although winter is coming soon and it is cold, thanks to the kindness and donations of these tribes, these orc villages are not too distressed or worried about their future. In fact, they are living the most comfortable days they have ever lived.

Under these circumstances, when the people of the orc village heard Huo Yuan's words, they said, "That's for sure. We need to work harder. We can't let others support us forever."

Although some people are missing limbs, the father of the Holy Maiden of the Tiger Clan also lost a hand but still transformed into a beast and can still live a good life. They can do it too, so they are not too sad because they are warmed by others.

When Huoyuan heard this, he saw the smiles on the faces of the orcs around him and a smile appeared on his lips as well. Yes, right now, everyone in this orc village was like family. They were comrades who had survived together on the battlefield, and they were also people who had been abandoned by their own kind. They understood each other's existence better than anyone else and trusted each other more than anyone else.