Lamu Mountain, Serra Tribe.
"Shaman, Nana's arm..." A tall and muscular orc with a beard looked anxiously at the female lying on the beast skin mat and spoke to an old orc nearby.
The old orc put Mo Na's arm down, shaking his head regretfully under the expectant gaze of those around him: "Her arm's bones have indeed been broken, there's no way to treat it."
The last glimmer of hope in the female's eyes instantly dissipated, leaving only resentment. She struggled to sit up with the help of the orc, choking out: "Father, those minor tribes in the Eneru Forest are too arrogant. They crushed my arm, wu wu wu~"
The orc's face darkened, but seeing his beloved cub in such a heartbroken state, he was heartbroken: "Where's Mo Peisi? He just watched as those orcs broke your arm?"
The tone was filled with blame and anger, without a bit of parental worry.