In fact, ginger gets spicier as it ages, and the old priest is indeed a century-old turtle, perfectly timing his maneuvers.
Compared to them, Gui Zhuangzhuang was enjoying an unprecedentedly luxurious treatment at the moment, lying in a basket padded with dry grass and soft beast skin, embarking on a sumptuous escape journey.
Although, this journey was very brief.
At that time, the sky was still somewhat overcast, but it did not affect the orcs' vision, as they missed none of the movements within the surrounding forest.
Gui Zhuangzhuang had just woken up from a good sleep, rubbing his slightly blurry eyes, and lying on the edge of the basket.
The scenery around him was continuously moving backwards, with the orcs' speed bringing about a whooshing wind.
"Bro, where are we headed?" Gui Zhuangzhuang was somewhat bewildered at that moment, seeing that the orcs from the Watson Tribe were heading into the forest.
