This is the starting point of human civilization, and only orcs survive. Chaos has just begun, everything has not yet taken shape, and everything has not yet begun. There is no fire of civilization, no trace of writing, and even the most basic cloth and tools have not appeared. The orcs formed tribes and grew wantonly on this primitive land, maintaining their most primitive animal nature, eating their hair and drinking blood, and living entirely by instinct.
Order has not yet been established, life is in its infancy, the orcs have not yet been civilized, and the development of culture is so slow that it almost stops. The tools were ground from stone piece by piece, rough and crude; fire had not yet been discovered, and there was only the cold moonlight and the howling cold wind at night.
Heng is the leader of the Tiger Tribe. He is tall and muscular. His tiger ears tremble slightly and his tail swings gently behind him. He was walking through the forest, looking for traces of prey. His eyes were sharp and the tip of his nose twitched slightly, sniffing the scent of prey in the air. Suddenly, there was a strange noise above his head, and he subconsciously raised his head——
