Rainy night.
Waves of exclamations came from a cave.
The young orc leaned against the stone wall alone, looking at the orcs in his tribe with a gloomy face. Everyone is embarrassed by the stupidity they show to new things.
And sitting in the crowd on the other side, that foreign boy is teaching the surrounding orcs to use "chopsticks"? ? ?
Looking at the twigs in a pair of hands, his own hands were empty, and the knife in his eyes swished away coldly.
The unsuspecting young man felt the cold glare of the young man behind him: "Who on earth offended this ancestor again?"
No way, who let this be his leader, he can only coax him slowly.
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