The harvest season always passes quickly, and the orcs at the Watson Tribe base have begun mass hunting. The orcs of the old Tribe are quite calm, but the slave beasts of the Crow Tribe are rather worried.
The environment in the desert is too harsh. When they were in the forest, during the cold season they could still go out to hunt, but here, not even birds or beasts leave droppings. Without food, they're afraid they will die here. Ordinary orcs can't even eat enough, let alone these slave beasts.
Suddenly, a deadened atmosphere started to spread among the slave beasts.
Although there's still half a month until the cold season, the temperature in the desert remains distinct, with the blazing sun hanging high in the sky, embracing the desert with all its passion. Words can't describe the heat.
