At some kilometers south of the White Mountains,
Torug's POV,
Right before was a well developed Outpost with several orcs and Goblins standing on the wall as high as 15m, guarding it as they cautiously watched the several makeshift caravans enter and leave in quick moves.
Several footprints were embedded on the ground, a mixture of sand and snow.
"They're doing our business?" Moz's voice comes from my side and I chuckled with a nod.
I swear, Kharag must have gotten the idea from when he met Urim back then and has improved upon the idea, using his connections in the Orc lands to make it bigger.
'I'm beginning to suspect this fellow must have been a sly human in his last life' I thought in amusement, Honestly I am impressed with how far he had come.
"This is good too, he has made work easy for us...it won't be strange to the orc lands as it was before" I continued, glancing at the shadow orc, she nodded curtly.
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