Chapter 129

"You...you, say it nicely and don't use force." The orc chief said this and looked at Orson. "If I have done anything to offend you before, I apologize to you and please let my tribe go."

"Oh." Orson nodded and continued to walk towards the orc chief. "Then let me ask you, where is the food from the orc tribe that you stole today?"

"In the granary! In our tribe's granary, everything is stored..." With that said, the orc chief quickly pointed in one direction.

"Okay, thank you." Orson said, bowing politely to the orc chief.

The orc chief thought he had escaped, but then he felt dizzy.

The last thing he saw was Orson's shoes.

The other orcs were too frightened to say a word when they saw their chief being beheaded.

"I'll give you half an hour to move the food in the granary outside the tribe." Orson said. "If I can still see surplus grain in your granary within half an hour, you won't have to live anymore."

Seeing Orson's suffocating momentum, all the orcs present obeyed, and they obeyed obediently.

Half an hour later, sure enough, at the entrance of the tribe, all the food of the tribe was piled up.

Dried meat, preserved fruits, and dry food were piled together, three times more than what was confiscated by the orc tribe.

For this tribe, they can barely feed themselves, but they still have time to hold a bonfire party.

"Okay, thank you for your cooperation." Orson said, thanking the orcs.

"Now, let me take you on your last journey..."

Half an hour later, Orson stood at the door of the tribe, the sword in his hand still dripping with blood.

With his seventh-level strength, dealing with the orcs of this tribe was like a professional soldier beating a baby.

The only thing that can limit Orson's physical strength is that Orson is a master of both physical and mental skills and can use magic to strengthen himself and offset it.

There's no way around it, sometimes you just have to be so desperate.

Cut the grass without eradicating its roots, but it will grow again when the spring breeze blows.

He couldn't always protect the orc tribe. If he let go of the orc tribe in front of him, a new leader would inevitably appear.

After the leader saw clearly about Alati's tribe and knew that Orson was gone, he would definitely launch revenge on Alati's tribe.

And when the time comes, it will be the orcs who suffer.

As for why Orson did this?

Is it justice? Orson thought he was not.

In the desert, there is no so-called justice and evil, there is only survival, and survival is justice.

He wants to help Arati's orc tribe survive, that's all.

Orson also had no mercy on the orc women and children.

Without food, they will eventually die in pain from hunger. Even if they are rescued by other tribes, they will inevitably encourage other tribes to take action against Allah.

Rather than doing this, it is better to let their hatred stay on themselves.

Anyway, a lot of orcs have died because of him.

It doesn't matter if there are more than this batch, it's just the difference between doing it yourself and borrowing it from others.

After thinking about this, Orson lit a fire in his hand and burned the orc tribe in front of him.

On the other side, conflicts have arisen among Arati's tribe.

Several young people were unwilling to go out to hunt, but stayed in the tribe.

When the other men went out, they surrounded Arati's house.

"Chief, you have to give me an explanation." A young man looked at Arati who was standing at the door with a bad tone. "Our food is gone. Is it all your fault?"

"Although you apologized at the conference, this

Can this kind of thing be solved by apologizing? ! "Another young man stepped forward and pointed at Attila with his finger, without any respect at all.

Attila frowned.

Morente had already gone hunting with the others, and what was left in the village now were either a group of women or a group of children, who had no ability to resist the young adults in front of them.

Not to mention that some of them were armed with weapons such as hammers and clubs.

"So what do you want to do?" Arati said, looking at the people at the door.

"Chief Arati, you have been the chief for long enough. We are very grateful for your previous contributions to the tribe, but now, please give way." Seeing Arati asking questions, a young man felt that the time had come. , and he walked out like that.

"If I had been responsible for handling this incident, it would never have turned into what it is today. I would have taken care of the interests of the majority of the tribe as soon as possible and let them evacuate with supplies first, and then come back to retrieve them later. Instead of wasting time on such meaningless things, the tribe will eventually run out of food.”

"So your goal is to make me step down?" Arati raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, old man, you should have stepped down long ago!"

At this time, Lena came out from behind Arati.

She stood in front of Arati, protecting Arati with her hands.

"You bastards! Aren't the lost people part of the tribe? What if we move away and they come back when we move away? What if the orcs happen to come here at that time and see the evacuated people? Tribe and them, what to do?”

"Are we abandoning those people just because of the interests of most people in the tribe?!" Lena said with criticism in her tone.

"Asshole! What are you talking nonsense here! Didn't you see that they can't come back!?" A young man retorted to Lena. "In the end we got nothing, just a few corpses and the fact that we were starving to death!"

"Isn't that because... isn't it because we don't know that they have had an accident..."

Seeing that they couldn't chat with Lena, several young people were ready to take tough measures.

A man came up with a mallet.

"If you don't want any accidents to happen, just hand over the position of chief obediently. Otherwise, I won't think of any 'accidents' either."

At this moment, he suddenly stepped on the young man's foot. The young man screamed in pain, and then stretched out his hands to protect himself.

At this moment, the mallet fell to the ground in an instant. Lena took advantage of the situation to pick it up and placed it across her chest, turning it into a protective form.

"Lena, we usually think you are a treasure in the tribe, so we are polite to you. You are forcing us to do something to you!" The young man said this, and he called a few companions to come forward.

"You... don't come over! We are all from the same tribe. Why can't you sit down and talk about it if you have anything to say!" Although Lena had weapons in her hands, she was only using them to defend herself at the moment.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps behind him.

Lena looked through the crowd and looked surprised when she saw the familiar white cloak.

"It's Brother Edward!" she said, waving towards Orson.

The young man looked at Orson who returned to the tribe in surprise.

He took advantage of the outsider Orson to go far away before planning to take the opportunity to cause trouble and take over. Unexpectedly, Orson actually responded by killing him.

"You guys are gone, aren't you?"

"I suddenly encountered something and wanted to come back and tell you about it, and then I saw this scene." Orson said and smiled.

"I heard some interesting things. The reason why the orcs came to check one day in advance is because someone secretly tipped the orcs off. I wonder who it is?"

Although Orson did not say it clearly, it was obvious that the target was the leader of this group of opposition youths, the young man who was stepped on by Lena.

"You...don't talk nonsense, why are you so bloody?"

"Spite?" Orson heard this and looked in Lena's direction with confusion.

"Lena, did I just say who it was?"

"Pfft." Lena was amused when she heard this.

Then, the young man became angry.

"TMD, forget it, brothers, come on, beat this guy up! Let him know the consequences of meddling in his own business!"

"Ah, big brother, be careful!" Lena said, but within a few seconds after she finished speaking, several orc youths

He lay on the ground and started wailing in pain.

"Ha, at this level, you still want to rebel?" Orson clapped his hands, and after simply tying up a few young people with ropes, he clapped his hands.

He didn't want to see blood in this tribe yet. At most, he would be a bit harsh on these traitors, but they were far from dead.

After processing this, Orson looked at Lena and Arati.

"Chief Arati, Lena, are you okay?"

"Well, it's okay." Lena shook her head, while Arati looked at the young people lying on the ground, his eyes full of doubts and confusion.

"...I didn't expect it." He passed Lena and came to the group of young people. "You are obviously students taught by me. I taught you literacy and reading. Why, why did you turn around and betray the tribe?!"

"Everyone in the tribe has not offended you, right? On the contrary, you are still regarded as the future of the tribe, why do you want to betray everyone? Is this your purpose to make everyone hungry?"

Saying this, Arati's tone was filled with sadness.

He never thought that the tribe, which was like a big family and had helped each other for decades, would end up causing trouble for Xiao Qiang.

"Or is it my position as the chief that you are interested in?!" Ala asked the leading young man.

But the other party just groaned in pain, and although he heard what Arati said, he didn't answer at all.

"If you feel that I am not good at what I do, you can tell me directly and want to take my place. As long as you show your ability to lead the tribe forward, I will naturally give way. Why do you have to use this method to force me?" What about stepping down?"

"Do you think you can lead the tribe well with the help of outsiders?"

Arati's tone gradually turned into disappointment.

"Forget it, let's wait until Morente and the others come back before we deal with you." With that said, he called a few women from the tribe and carried the group of people to the warehouse to prepare for the public trial in the evening.

Then, he looked at Orson.

"Mr. Edward, I don't know why you came back this time? Is the map not clear? But I'm very sorry, this is the map we usually use."

"That's not the reason." Upon hearing this, Orson quickly shook his head. "I came here this time because I found an orc tribe not far away. That tribe was burning a fire. It should be the tribe that stole your food."

"What?" Arati heard this and looked at Orson in surprise. "That tribe was burned?"

"Well, yes." Oson nodded after hearing this, and then added: "But, I saw that the food in their granary was completely placed at the entrance of the tribe and was not burned by the flames. I think we can organize it now A wave of manpower is needed to get the food back, which can also alleviate the tribe’s food crisis.”

"..." Arati took a deep look at Orson after hearing this.

The two looked at each other and already knew each other's feelings.

"Thank you, Mr. Edward." Arati said, bowing to Orson.

"It's okay, it's just a little effort. If you don't go, others will take away the supplies, so do it as soon as possible."

"Okay." After hearing this, Arati quickly called the women in the village and notified the young people who were hunting outside, asking them to move food quickly.

And Orson also brought Lena to the door of the orc tribe.

Looking at the mountains of food piled at the door, Lena looked surprised.

"Wow! Big brother, there's so much food, it feels like it's enough for us to eat for a while!"

"Yeah." Orson smiled after hearing this. "This food is enough for you to temporarily tide over the difficulties during the land reclamation period."

"But..." At this time, Lena showed a confused look. "Brother, why is this tribe burned down, but the food is still sitting at the door? Shouldn't it be that it was robbed by the people from the burned tribe?"

"Maybe..." Orson thought for a while, and then said: "Maybe the person who burned down the tribe didn't need so much food. He felt that instead of giving these food to those who oppressed the weak, it would be better Give it to more self-reliant orcs like Lena."

"Wow! The person who did this must be very good! He is just like an angel."

"Yes, maybe, maybe it is the incarnation of Limusa, the Lord of Beasts. He saw that his people were living in such misery, so he gave his people this great gift." Orson used A more romantic excuse, a beautiful lie.

"Uh-huh

! "So saying, Lena nodded, then clasped her hands on her chest and closed her eyes.

"Great God, great Lord of Beasts, Limusa, thank you for giving us food, thank you for giving us life, we will obey your wishes and live well."

Looking at Lena who was praying seriously, Orson smiled.

Then Lena opened her eyes.

At this time, other people in the tribe also came here. They looked at the ready-made food and carts, and they were all ecstatic.

The food here is much more than what they had stored before. It is enough for them to tide over the difficulties, and even allows them to no longer live so frugally.

For the orcs here, this is simply a dreamlike life.