Chapter 128

"Okay, we won't come to you again. Just wish yourself well." The orc leader said this and left the tribe with his team.

Back in the tribe, Arati held a general meeting.

Orson also sat aside and listened.

As a small tribe with only a few hundred people in total, this kind of direct democracy is fairly easy to implement.

"Everyone, today, Morente's search and rescue team came back. They found our lost tribe members, but it's a pity..." Arati said and sighed.

"They died while searching for a new settlement for the tribe, and we will always remember their contribution to the tribe."

After saying this, several people in the tribe started crying.

It seems that the missing people are their relatives.

And the expressions on more people's faces are not good-looking either.

After all, it was just to get these people back that the tribe waited until today.

Otherwise it would have been moved long ago.

As a result, now there are no more people and no more food.

Although they can understand Arati's good intentions, this kind of frustration is very hurtful.

"I bear full responsibility for this incident. It was my decision-making that went wrong. I should not have caused other people in the tribe to have no food to eat for the sake of a few people in the tribe." Arati said this and sighed. "However, the tribe still has to continue to relocate. The fertility of this land is almost exhausted, and the groundwater is about to be exhausted. If it does not relocate, it will be very detrimental to the development of the tribe."

"But, chief, we have no food." An orc raised his hand and said. "Relocation is a physical job. We don't have food yet, so we won't starve to death halfway."

"Yeah, after all, if we had moved earlier, this problem wouldn't have arisen."

At this moment, everyone in the audience was talking, and some people had even begun to complain about Alati's decision.

"Sorry, but for now, it seems that we can only save some food by hunting and collecting berries from the surrounding bushes." Arati said helplessly as he looked at the people in the audience.

But the people in the audience still didn't buy it. In their view, the tribe's losses this time could have been avoided. They all blamed Arati for insisting on waiting for those who were already dead.

"Okay, okay!" Morente stood up at this time. It was obvious that he was upholding Alati's rule. "It's useless to complain at this time. Let's go hunting where it's time to hunt and gather fruits where it's time to gather fruits. Don't let the children get hungry!"

Arati's appeal was still there. Under his words, the young people of the tribe quickly started to move. Even those who had just returned from the search and rescue team still started to move after hearing Morente's words.

If they don't take action, they will starve to death. Faced with the pressure of survival, they have to do this.

And they are used to doing this in harsh environments like the desert.

On the other side, Orson, who was sitting next to Lena, also stood up.

"Mr. Edward, please stay." Arati said and stopped Orson.

He stepped forward, holding a roll of parchment.

"This is a map of the neighborhood. Please keep it. We are moving to a new place and the map here is no longer needed."

"Thank you." Orson nodded after hearing this.

He unfolded the map in his hand.

The entire map is relatively crude, but in the desert, it is very rare to have such a map that can identify the direction.

He saw the markings on the map and looked at Ah curiously.

Lati.

"Chief Arati, have you moved here from other places before?"

"Yeah." Arati nodded. "The land in the desert is not uncultivable, but without water and fertilizer, crops cannot grow. When the fertility of the land disappears and the groundwater is exhausted, we have no choice but to move. We half-orcs usually move to a new one every five or ten years. I have moved six times in my life.”

"Okay." Orson nodded after hearing this.

This map records the tribe's several moves.

It can be seen from this that they are constantly moving to the outskirts of the desert.

"You are moving to the outskirts of the desert. Have you ever considered moving into human territory?"

"Humans!?" Arati heard this, looked at Orson, and said seriously: "Mr. Edward, don't think that just because you have lived with humans for a while, you feel that all humans are easy to get along with."

"The reason why humans are willing to be friends with you, in my opinion, is definitely because you are awesome, Mr. Edward. For ordinary half-orcs like us, the only way to come into contact with humans is to be sold as slaves to those with special hobbies." "

"In fact, even ordinary humans regard us as monsters. How can they get along well with us?"

"What about the east side?" Orson asked doubtfully.

Although the Western Continent is dominated by the Human Empire, the Eastern Continent has a completely different structure.

Due to the barrier of the desert, the Eastern Continent has so far maintained the era of independent city-states. Each city-state has different policies, and there are even city-states dedicated to races such as vampires, elves, and dragons. Generally speaking, It's quite diverse.

Because of the desert and snowfields, communication between the east and west continents can only be achieved through the maritime trade route in the south.

However, this maritime trade route is also extremely dangerous. Except for species such as sea monsters and sirens that often appear in the sea, even the most basic winds and waves cannot be sailed by ordinary ships.

Therefore, the communication between the east and west continents was not deep for a long time.

After all, only a dozen or so ships can communicate with each other every year. In order to ensure the smooth arrival of the ships, they have to take extremely high risks and pay a huge price.

Although both sides have each other's specialties and can exchange what they need, when the cost is too high, profit-seeking merchants will not take this trade route.

Therefore, the ships that travel between the east and west continents every year are either carrying political missions or are a group of adventurers preparing to go to another continent to make a fortune.

"To the east?" Arati showed a strange look in his eyes when he heard this. "You mean, the other side of the desert?"

"Yes, isn't there a place for orcs there?"

"No." Arati shook his head. "It's just that you may not believe it, but the east side of the desert is surrounded by high mountains and even volcanoes. The terrain there is more complicated and difficult to climb over."

"There is only one road that can easily lead to the Eastern Continent, but a ban was imposed there a long time ago. Even the orcs, let alone us orcs, cannot pass."

"Is that so?" Orson frowned upon hearing this.

Regarding the terrain in the desert and the information on the eastern continent, there are very few records in the books on the western continent. Even the mountains that separate the desert and the eastern continent. Although Orson has heard people mention it before, it is still in Alati's mouth. Only then was it fully confirmed.

As for the prohibition mentioned by Arati, that is unheard of.

Maybe people from the Western Continent traveling to the Eastern Continent will spread this kind of news, but this is limited to oral legends and cannot be counted in the documents.

Sure enough, just like Teacher Tris said, only after truly entering the desert can you understand the true situation inside.

"But..." Orson said, looking at a specially marked place on the map.

It was further into the desert than where the orc tribe first moved.

"What is this place and why do you want to mark it here?" Orson asked.

"Ah, this is the temple of the god we worship, Limusa, the Lord of Beasts."

"Limusa?" Orson was somewhat impressed by this name.

Orcs and humans have different belief systems. Humans believe in Hela, the goddess of life, while orcs believe in Limusa, the lord of beasts.

It is said that in an extremely ancient time, there were only a few gods on the continent. At that time, the Goddess of Life and the Lord of Beasts were good friends. However, later the Lord of Beasts broke with the Goddess of Life and attacked the most powerful Goddess of Life.

But Hela, the goddess of life, relied on her stronger strength to defeat

Limusa drove Limusa and his orcs to the depths of the desert.

Most of the orcs who are not recognized by humans also choose to believe in Limusa.

Although they are also not recognized by the orcs who are direct descendants of Limusa.

"You may not believe it, but our orc tribe was quite large back then, so we were able to settle deep in the desert, close to the temple." Arati said this, showing a nostalgic look.

Perhaps when he was young, his half-orc tribe could indeed be on an equal footing with some powerful orc tribes.

No matter what race they are, they all attach great importance to faith.

Being able to live near a temple that is a holy place of faith is a great honor for believers in gods.

In fact, every time the orc tribe discussed important matters, they would gather at Limusa's temple.

Although they often fight internally for some reasons, as a rare common ground, what can bring the orcs together, apart from the pressure of survival, is faith.

If you want to understand the real situation of the desert and the orcs, you may gain something by going to the temple of Limusa.

Thinking this way, Orson determined his next destination.

But before that, he had one more thing to do.

…

On the other side, the orcs who had just snatched a lot of food from the orc tribe were holding a bonfire banquet in the tribe.

The size of this orc tribe is not small, there are about a thousand people in total.

The rations for two to three hundred people were not much, but at this moment they were eating and drinking so extravagantly.

There was no trace of restraint or frugality at all, as if things stolen from others were not valuable.

Orson came outside the tribe alone.

Although there was still a bonfire party going on inside, there were still several orc warriors guarding the entrance of the tribe.

They were waiting for the orcs on their shift to finish their meal and take over their shift.

Thinking that there would be no other problems today, some orcs started chatting.

"Well, thanks to the boss's cleverness, he arranged for an informant in the orc tribe in advance, otherwise we would have really let that group of people run away."

"Hey, let me tell you, that old guy from the orc tribe is really confused. A few people just ran away and got lost. If they ran away early, it would be over. We still have to wait, but this also gives us an advantage."

"Humph, I just don't know what will happen to them in the future."

"Starve to death. What else can I do? There are many people who starve to death in the desert. If you want to blame them, blame them on the orcs."

"Actually, if you ask me, there is no difference between orcs and orcs. Anyway, if you don't have enough food, you will rob it. If you can't plunder it, you will rob it from other tribes."

"That's right, the worst case scenario is death."

"Alas, in the final analysis, it is because this attack on humans failed."

"Look at what you said, it's the same as when we succeeded. My grandfather died in the last war, and my father had no choice but to inherit my grandmother before giving birth to me." An orc accidentally mentioned a bad habit among orcs. out.

"But that's not what they said. After fighting humans several times before, we were able to stay calm for a year or two. But this time we have to fight again just after we come back. It's really troublesome!"

"Well, what can be done depends on the chief."

At this time, Orson came to the door.

"Hello, is there a bonfire party inside?" Orson said hello to the orc at the door in the orc language he learned.

Orcish is similar to a dialect in the common language of the mainland, so it is not stressful to learn. Orcson taught himself Orcish out of curiosity before entering the Imperial Academy.

"Who are you?" An orc was stunned for a moment when he heard this language. After seeing that the other person's "bean sprouts" body shape was obviously different from the orcs, he immediately became vigilant.

"I'm telling you, orcs are not welcome here, get out of here."

"Ah, that's really...a pity."

As Orson's words fell, several orc warriors guarding the door lost consciousness.

Orson touched the long sword in his hand and sighed helplessly.

"If you were willing to listen to me and let me in, you wouldn't have suffered such an unreasonable disaster."

Then, he held his sword and walked towards the center of the bonfire party.

Not all of the orc tribes are adult male warriors. There are also many women and children. There are also some stunted low orcs. These people are regarded as laborers and slaves.

work.

Along the way, people kept trying to stop Orson, but no one could escape Orson's sword.

Finally, Orson came to the tribal chief.

The chief is just an orc with fifth-level strength. He is only slightly stronger than other orcs, and is incomparable to Orson.

Orson recognized the chief among the orcs.

The chief saw Orson walking toward him like a god of death from hell. He was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder split. He quickly ordered his men to surround him and kill Orson.

A group of orcs did gather around them, but none of them dared to approach Orson.

After all, the fate of their companions was at hand.