Chapitre 650: Battle on the Ice Field (2/3)

Bobo munched on the meat bone in his hand while staring into the wilderness. He grunted in resentment. Their harvest had been terrible. The cunning Humans had been on the alert and Bobo's tribesmen failed to plunder any foodstuff. The foodstuff that they had managed to snatch wasn't enough to feed them fully. Moreover, the Orc patrol group had a hard time catching even rabbits under this harsh, ice-cold weather. Furthermore, the wasteland covered in snow was barren. Their Rhino Beast had not eaten for a long time. If this continued, perhaps his tribe would crumble this winter.

This won't do. I need to find some meat to eat and survive this winter...

The burly Orc patriarch bit on the meat bone fiercely. There was not a single bit of meat left and the entire bone had frozen like a hard rock, which left him in a bad mood. He gritted his teeth and gnawed on the bone grudgingly. Then, he stood up and tossed the bone into the bonfire.

"Grr! Grr!"