The Orcs' Breakfast

The sky was gradually brightening. The big pot of meat had just begun to boil, and one by one, the orcs stumbled out of their tents, not even fully dressed, carrying pots, bowls, and basins. Following the smell, they crowded around the cooking stand and shouted for breakfast.

The Blood Axe Tribe had a great many orcs, but only a limited amount of food. If they could not grab something to eat early, they would have to go hungry once the food ran out.

After wandering around the Danmo Plateau for over a month, the Blood Axe Tribe had little to show for it. These past two days, they had gained even less while hurrying along.

Yesterday, to conserve food after making camp, the orcs of the Blood Axe Tribe had gone to sleep on empty stomachs and stayed that way for the entire night.

Now, seeing the chunks of meat bubbling in the pot, the orcs' eyes turned red one after another.

Although the meat in the pot was all offal, most of it taken from the filthy goblins they had captured the day before yesterday, for the starving orcs, being able to eat meat at a time like this was already quite good.

Besides, they still had to cross the Pentagram Mountain Range today. If they did not eat their fill, they would most likely collapse and die along the way.

Thus, the orcs were no longer as lethargic as they had been over the past few days. They shoved and jostled each other, breaking into fights at the slightest provocation.

The orc cooking the food guarded the stove, roaring as he slapped at any orc who tried to steal a bite with the Iron Shovel in his hand.

The half-elf cook who had originally prepared their meals