Chapter 127

Orson has a good temper, and he tries his best to answer the other party's endless questions.

"Interesting thing? What do you want to hear about?"

"Anything is fine. I have never been out of the desert. Growing up, the sky is the sky when I raise my head and the earth is the earth when I lower my head. Except for some nouns mentioned by Grandpa Alati when he taught us how to read and write, I don't know what they are." Lena said this.

Her eyes were not focused on Orson, but were looking around.

Although she was chatting, she did not forget that the purpose of coming out this time was to find someone.

"Well, then, Lena, you know that the people outside are different from you, right? They don't have tails and ears like you."

"Yeah, I know." Lena nodded after hearing this. "I heard from Grandpa Alati that we half-orcs are the most refined race of the gods, and we are a race favored by the gods. We have the wisdom of humans outside and the physique and agility of the orcs here."

"But I don't think so." Lena said, her tone a little low.

"Why? I think what Chief Arati said is very good." Orson looked at Lena in confusion.

If Arati really said this, then he is really a very educational and wise person.

Tell children beautiful fairy tales so that they always have hope, instead of telling them the reality directly and making them despair about the real world.

"If the gods really care about us, why do we have to stay here all our lives? Why doesn't Grandpa Alati let us go out, saying that we will be harmed by people outside? Why, even other orcs in the desert usually bully The targets are also us.”

"..." Orson fell silent after listening to Lena's words.

For a moment, he didn't know how to answer Lena's question.

"The reason why I am curious about you, big brother, is because you are from outside."

"There were people in the tribe who wanted to run outside before, but some failed. They were caught by Grandpa Alati and grounded for a period of time before giving up the idea of ​​going out. Some people never came back after going out."

"I don't know whether the outside world is too nice or the outside world is too cruel, but... I think, big brother, you should know the difference between the outside and here, right?"

"Hey, big brother, can you answer my question?" With that said, Lena stopped and looked at Orson.

"..." Orson was stunned for a moment, and then said: "The gods favor the orcs, but similarly, the gods will treat every creature in the world equally."

"Desert

It exists to protect you from being hurt by people outside. Sometimes the outside world is not really as beautiful as described and imagined. "

"Yeah~" Lena nodded after hearing this. "It's the same as Grandpa Arati said."

"Okay, that's the end of my problem, big brother, let's continue looking for someone."

With that said, she put her hands away and continued searching along the road.

Looking at Lena's back, Orson felt a little guilty for some reason.

Yes, if they are truly equal, how can we explain their current situation?

Lena frowned as the two continued forward.

"Brother, I seem to smell something strange."

"Oh?" Orson looked at Lena doubtfully.

"Eh? Brother, didn't you smell it?" Lena showed a strange expression when she heard this.

"Oh, I smell it, I smell it." Orson suddenly understood and nodded quickly.

Many half-orcs have inherited the orcs' keen sense of smell, and are indeed more sensitive to smells than humans.

Although humans can enhance their perception through strength, their sense of smell is still inferior to that of orcs.

Orson took a few more steps forward, and using a magic that enhanced his senses, he was able to smell the smell of blood in the air.

He looked in the direction of the source of the blood smell and walked over.

Lena wanted to follow, but Orson waved her hand.

"Lena, please stay where you are and give me some wind, and I'll go check on the situation."

Hearing what Orson said, Lena nodded.

Feeling the smell of blood getting closer, Orson saw a deep pit.

He looked down.

At this moment, in the deep pit, several orc corpses were nailed to the rock wall with bone nails. Some corpses were still oozing blood. But at this moment, in addition to the smell of blood, the rotten smell in the air was even stronger.

Orson frowned.

He had seen bloodier scenes before, but that didn't mean he could accept the scene before him.

Looking at the characteristics of several orcs, Orson wrote them down, then turned his head and walked towards Lena.

"Lena, among the lost people in the tribe, is there one with short brown hair, wearing white linen clothes, and dog ears?"

"Are you talking about Alaire?!" Lena heard this, thought about it, and then said. "How is Alaire doing now?"

"..." It seemed that the group of people in the pit were from the tribe. Orson sighed, and then said: "Let's go find the others first and come back later."

"Huh?" Lena was a little confused, but she still listened to Orson and followed Orson to find other groups.

An hour later, in front of the pit, Morente led everyone in the search and rescue team to stand here and bowed towards the pit.

Although they had no idea that the lost person was still alive, when they saw the body, they still felt a burst of sadness in their hearts.

How did they die? Fallen into a trap? Or was he caught, pushed into a pit, and tortured to death?

None of this matters anymore.

The important thing is that they died on the way to explore new habitats for the tribe.

That's enough.

"Mr. Edward, thank you for your hard work." After the mourning was over, Morente returned to Orson and thanked him.

"You're welcome." Orson sighed after hearing this. "They are also heroes of the tribe."

"Yes." Moren nodded. "It's a pity that we can't take them to their new home this time."

Their bodies were already in disrepair, so it was the best arrangement for them to cover the holes and bury them in the ground.

After that, everyone set off back to the tribe.

On the other side, at the door of the Orc tribe, dozens of strong and fully armed orcs were standing at the door of the tribe.

As for the tribe, only Arati stood at the door to negotiate with them.

"Where are the people in your tribe?" The orc leader looked at Arati and asked in a bad tone.

"I'm sorry, dear warrior, our tribe has lost several people recently. I sent the young men from the tribe out to look for them today."

"Okay, let's take out all your food first."

"This..." Arati was stunned for a moment after hearing this. "Didn't you say that the agreed date for delivering food is tomorrow? Why does it have to be today..."

"today

Take it, take it tomorrow, is there any difference? "The orc leader said this. "Or are you planning to run away today? "

"How...how could this happen? If we decided to run away today, why would we send people out to look for them, right?"

"Then stop talking nonsense and hand over the food to me!"

Arati looked at the aggressive orcs, feeling speechless in his heart.

They had obviously agreed on a time with the orcs. If someone hadn't disappeared and didn't come back, their tribe would have fled a few days ago, but just to let the tribe members leave together, it has been delayed until today.

He knew that the longer he delayed, the greater the risk, but no one expected that the orcs would actually come to collect food in advance.

"Well, if you're not in a hurry, can you come back tomorrow to get it? If we hand it in today, we won't have food to eat tonight..."

"You still want to eat the food given to us?!" Hearing this, the orc leader immediately became unhappy and pushed Arati directly to the ground.

Arati is old. After falling down like this, it will take a lot of effort to stand up again.

Seeing that the other party was determined to get food, Arati could only give in.

There is no way, although the tribe residents may starve to death due to lack of food later, it is better than being killed by the orcs now.

In desperation, Arati lay on the ground, supported the ground with his hands, and slowly sat up against the wall.

"Ahem, I'm sorry...I...I'll let them open the warehouse to stock up on food..."

Chapter 20: Turns out there is a traitor (1W)

When the search and rescue team returned to the tribe, they happened to see the orcs moving bags of food out of the tribe's warehouse.

Although the climate in the desert is harsh, it does not mean that no grass grows. Although there is not much food, if you live frugally, you can still barely survive as a tribe.

The half-orcs, whose menstrual cycles are similar to those of humans, do not face an exploding population problem like the orc tribes. Therefore, hunting and gathering alone are often able to maintain the tribe's basic survival.

Morente's expression changed when he saw Arati standing at the door of the tribe, holding on to the wall.

"Chief, what's going on?!" He pointed at the orc and asked doubtfully.

"Oh, I don't know why those orcs are so crazy that they insist on coming to collect food today." Arati's voice was so low that only Morente could hear it.

After all, if the orc who was carrying food heard these words, he would inevitably be beaten.

Although there were only a few dozen orcs who came to collect food this time, even with just a few dozen people, even all the orcs in the tribe couldn't defeat them.

Although there is only a word and a half difference between half-orcs and orcs, their physiques and combat capabilities are completely different.

Orcs are more like humans than beasts.

Looking at the big and round orcs outside, any one you pick can beat several adult men in the tribe.

Not to mention there were more orcs in their tribe who hadn't come over yet.

"But they took away the food, so what do we eat?"

"Oh, then we can only take one step at a time."

It's not that they haven't thought about resisting, but the bloody examples of other orc tribes being slaughtered are right in front of them, and even for the sake of the people in the tribe, they don't dare to take action rashly.

Orson followed the orcs.

Everyone was watching silently as the orcs moved away things that originally belonged to them.

Lena stood next to Orson, pursed her lips, and was about to rush out to ask for an explanation from the orcs. Fortunately, Orson saw Lena's move in advance. He grabbed Lena and held her in front of him. .

"Don't be impulsive now, otherwise the entire tribe will be buried with you." Orson's tone became unusually serious.

"But...but they want to take my things away."

"Don't worry." Orson whispered in Lena's ear: "They will return these things when the time comes."

"Really? But they haven't paid it back before..."

"It will happen this time. Trust me, I will convince them."

With that said, Orson patted Lena on the shoulder.

"You should go back and see Chief Arati now. He doesn't seem to be in good condition."

"Eh?" Lena said, turning her head to look in the direction of Arati.

Indeed, Arati was leaning against the wall and his face looked bad.

Lena quickly ran in the direction of Arati.

"Grandpa Alati, what's wrong with you?

! "She looked at Arati with concern, and the latter just shook his head, indicating that she didn't need to worry.

"It's okay, Grandpa, I just dodged to the waist." He hid the fact that the orcs attacked him. He was afraid that if Lena knew about it, the latter would be so angry that she would fight the orcs.

"On the contrary, it's Lena. Didn't I tell you not to go out? Why are you still going out with the search and rescue team?"

"This... I came in handy! I also played a role in finding someone, but..."

"Oh, there's no way." Arati had already learned about what happened this time from Morente, and he nodded. "I should have known. After being missing in the desert for so many days, it would be difficult to survive even if there was no accident. I shouldn't have had any illusions."

He said this with a very remorseful tone.

Indeed, if he had not given up his fantasy and asked the tribe to move out in advance, things like this would not have happened today.

There was not much food in the warehouse, and the orcs quickly loaded the food onto the trailer.