Chapter 126

"Mr. Edward? I heard that you got lost nearby and need a map? I happen to have one here, but..." Arati said, narrowing his eyes.

"In the desert, everyone always follows the principle of equal trade. I can give you the map, but we have encountered some troubles here recently. I would like to ask you for a favor."

Sure enough, there is no such thing as a free lunch.

Orson nodded.

Orson can actually understand why the other party doesn't doubt his own race.

After all, he was wearing a cloak and only his face was exposed. His racial characteristics such as hair and tail were not visible at all.

But in a place like the desert, humans can't enter, and they don't look like orcs, so it's normal for them to preconceptions of themselves as the kind of lone half-orcs.

Although the probability of an orc traveling alone is very small, compared with the probability of a human being able to reach this place, the former is easier to believe.

"I promise to help you."

"The old man would like to thank you in advance, Orson." Arati smiled when he heard that Orson promised to help him, and then hurriedly welcomed Orson into the tribe.

Orson, who was wearing a cloak, followed Arati and walked in the tribe. He could see that almost everyone in this small tribe came out, and they looked at him with a hint of curiosity in their expressions.

In their opinion, there have been no new people in the tribe for a long time. Will the person in front of them live with them in the future, or will they simply be a passerby?

Arati took Orson into a slightly larger house in the center of the tribe, which seemed to be the administrative center of the tribe.

"Mr. Edward, please sit down." Arati said, making a "please" gesture.

"Thank you." Orson nodded and sat on the chair.

Compared with human cities, the furniture here is extremely crude.

It's too much, even if compared with the poor villages of human beings, it can't compare.

It is hard to imagine that the leader of a tribe lives in a house that is no better than a human farmer.

But Orson can also understand that in a place like the desert, where supplies are scarce, survival is the first priority, and it doesn't matter whether you live comfortably or not.

"Mr. Edward, do you know what happened in the desert recently?"

"Oh? Sorry, I have been away before and only came back recently..."

"So, you have made money from humans?" Arati said, looking at Orson in surprise.

"Yes." Orson heard this and nodded. "You know, working among humans, as long as you don't care about their eyes, is better than living in the desert."

"Oh, that's true." Arati felt deeply and nodded in agreement with Orson's words. "Several young people in the tribe also expressed their desire to go there and have a try, but the war between orcs and humans has happened recently. If we half-orcs go out at this time, we will only be ostracized by humans as spies."

"But haven't the orcs been driven back?"

"It will also take time to dilute human hatred." Arati sighed. "Let's not talk about this anymore. Since you just came back recently, let me tell you. I don't know what happened recently. The group of orcs in the desert just grabbed a batch of trophies from humans. I guess they haven't. After using it, they will fight among themselves."

"When gods fight, mortals suffer. Our tribe received a threat from an orc tribe three days ago. They asked us to hand over all our rations to support their war, otherwise they threatened to slaughter our tribe."

"Of course we are not prepared to resist them, but we will not obediently hand over the remaining food. After all, we have to live."

"Then what are you going to do?"

"We are ready to move." Arati said. "In the past few days, we have sent people out to look for a place that can be used as a tribal settlement. We have found a place where we can dig a well. We are going to move out tomorrow, but we still have a few young men who have not returned..."

"So, you mean, let me find someone?"

"Yes." Arati nodded. "The desert is not safe, but you can move alone in the desert, so you must be very powerful."

"We are setting up a search and rescue team to prepare for the last search and rescue today. If we can't find them, we have to move out tomorrow." Arati said. "If you are willing to help us, even if we can't find them in the end, I will give you the map."

"Okay." After hearing this, Orson agreed to Alati's request.

"Then, tell me the direction they went before they disappeared."

"Okay." Arati nodded.

At this moment, Orson suddenly saw a pair of big ears sticking out from behind the chair where Arati was sitting.

Arati was about to talk to Orson when he noticed Orson's gaze and followed it.

Then, a little head poked out from behind the chair.

A little girl with long brown-gray hair poked her head out. The girl was about seventeen or eighteen years old, but she seemed to be a little thin due to malnutrition.

He is estimated to be only 1.5 meters tall.

But judging from her ears and the big fluffy tail behind her, she is probably a fox like Alati's race.

"Lena, why did you come out?"

"Hey, I heard that grandpa has a guest here." The girl named Lena smiled at Arati, and then looked at Orson, her big watery eyes full of curiosity.

"Is this the big brother from other places?"

Lena said this and came to Orson as if she was familiar with it.

"Hey, big brother, why can't I see your ears and tail?"

"Um..." Orson didn't know how to explain it when Lena was suddenly lifted up by Arati's neck.

"Lena, don't ask such rude questions." With that said, Arati lifted Lena a little further away from Orson. "Grandpa is discussing business with Mr. Edward, please don't interrupt."

"Okay." Lena said regretfully after hearing this, then looked at Orson, bowed and apologized. "Sorry, big brother, I just said something I shouldn't have said."

"It's okay." Orson shook his head.

Probably in Alati's eyes, he took the initiative to cut off things like his tail in order to live in human society.

Unlike the ears, which are connected to a large number of blood vessels and are also responsible for hearing, many orcs living in human society have to hide their

Because of his identity, he would choose to cut off his tail.

After all, compared to the ears, which can be covered with a hat, the tail is indeed more difficult to cover.

In the life of a half-orc, the tail has almost no role other than indicating the race of the half-orc.

Even though he said that, tail-cutting was still an unspeakable secret in the eyes of the orcs.

What Lena just asked, if Orson is really an orc, would be quite rude indeed.

Then, Lena stood next to Arati and told Orson the information about the missing persons.

Just when Orson nodded to express understanding, Lena standing aside suddenly spoke.

"Well, grandpa! I also want to go out with my big brother to participate in search and rescue!"

"Stop joking, Lena." Upon hearing this, Arati frowned and reprimanded: "Do you think you are very powerful? Can you protect yourself in the desert?"

"But... but..." Lena thought for a while, and then said: "I can provide directions to the eldest brother. The eldest brother is not from outside. If he is not familiar with the terrain here, I can give him directions. "

"Nonsense! Do you think you are the only one who understands the terrain? Mr. Edward is not the only one in the search and rescue team. You are too young now and are not allowed to go."

"Ugh..." When Lena heard this, her big ears drooped, her face full of displeasure.

"Grandpa is a bad guy!" With that said, she ran into the room and closed the door.

Seeing the other party's cute reaction, although Orson found it interesting, he also agreed with Arati's words.

The desert is indeed more dangerous. If Lena doesn't have the ability to protect herself, it's best not to go out and cause trouble to others.

"Sorry, I made you laugh." Arati said, apologizing to Orson.

"It's okay." Orson shook his head. "I can understand your thoughts as an elder. You are still a good grandfather."

"Alas." Arati sighed again. "Lena's child is actually not my granddaughter. She was entrusted to my care by an acquaintance of mine when she could not remember. Now more than ten years have passed, and I basically regard her as my child."

"She has always been a carefree child, quite lively, and everyone in the tribe is familiar with her. She may be a bit arrogant when speaking. Please be more patient."

"It's okay, it's okay." Orson waved his hand.

"By the way, when will the search and rescue team set out?"

"We will set off in about half an hour." Arati said: "I will call you then."

"OK."

…

Half an hour later, at the entrance of the tribe.

"We are leaving this time and will be back before dark." He said this and looked at the search and rescue team members.

"The tribe doesn't want to lose anyone. We will be here waiting for you to come back."

Although he was old, he still stood upright under the desert wind and sand.

The leader of the search and rescue team was a middle-aged man with cheetah features. He looked at Arati, nodded, and showed a firm look.

"Don't worry, Chief, we will definitely get him back this time."

Then, under the watchful eyes of the tribe's old, young, women and children, everyone headed deeper into the desert.

At this moment, a small figure disappeared into the tribe.

The search and rescue team set out at noon and marched in the direction of the missing persons for about an hour before the leader of the search and rescue team noticed something was wrong.

In the team, someone else seems to have sneaked in.

Then, he ordered the team to stop and rest, and caught the people who had sneaked in.

"Ouch! Uncle Morente, don't catch me!" Orson looked at Lena who was being carried out by the back of the neck by the team leader. For some reason, he wanted to laugh.

Especially when you see Lena still struggling.

"Lena, you are not on the list of the search and rescue team this time, why did you come out with us?"

"I...I'm worried that you don't have enough manpower!"

"But, you can't help much here..."

"More people bring more power, and Winnie is also on the list of missing persons..."

Lena said this, fluttered, and broke away from Morente's hand, then quickly ran in the direction of Orson and hid behind Orson.

"Anyway... I don't care! We have been gone for an hour. It will take more time to send me back. You might as well just let me stay here and contribute!"

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Chapter 19: Arrive early (3K)

In the end, Lena stayed in the expedition team.

Indeed, the most important thing now is time. In order to find the missing people as soon as possible, Alati almost sent out all the young men in the tribe.

If you waste time because of this back and forth, you will really be sorry for the expectations of everyone in the tribe.

And, as Lena said, in the action of finding someone, one more person does mean more power.

Soon, everyone came to a place where there were landmarks left behind.

"According to the last search, the missing people should be around here. Next, we will spread out to search. We must return here before dark. We will all rush back to help relocate the tribe."

As Morente said this, he began to prepare for grouping.

He came to Orson and Lena.

"Mr. Edward, can you please go with Lena? Please take care of her more."

"I'm fine." Orson nodded after hearing this.

"Hey! Uncle Morente, who are you looking down on!" Lena said with a bit of dissatisfaction in her tone.

Unexpectedly, Morente ignored her at all, just glanced at her and went to give instructions to other groups.

"Okay, let's go, Miss Lena." Orson said, chose a direction, and walked out with Lena.

Lena didn't hear Orson's words at first, and stared at Morente in an upright manner, preparing to see when he would come back to comfort her. When she turned her head, Orson had already walked far away.

"Wait for me! Big brother!" With that said, she took steps and ran towards Orson.

…

"Now, big brother, can you tell me what interesting things you have encountered outside?"

In the desert, Orson and Lena were walking side by side. Lena, who was somewhat familiar with them, couldn't stop asking Orson questions along the way.