Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.
Several carts rolled forward with the effort of many Orcs. Each cart weighed several hundred kilograms, so they had to put in a lot of effort.
Zayne and the others remained completely calm, not risking even breathing once more. Especially as they passed two guards, who stared intently at each cart with their tenacious gazes.
'Damn... I wouldn't want to fight them.' Zayne muttered looking at one of the Orcs, 'If his club were to hit me even once, it would be a fracture at best... This game is incredible, but the pain here is still too realistic...'
Tap.
Suddenly the Orcs stopped, and one of them approached the guards. He said something to them, got their approval, and the carts moved on. Zayne and the others inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.
Their path led deep inside the caves, to a massive room where all the Orc coal was stored, there were dozens of tons here.