Chapter 398

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

Lena said this, fluttered and broke free from Morente's hands, then ran towards Orson and hid behind him.

"Anyway... I don't care! We have been walking for an hour, and it will take more time to send me back, so let me stay here and help!"

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Chapter 19: Arriving in Advance (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 can almost be said to have sent out all the young and strong men in the tribe.

If time is wasted because of this back and forth, it is really a shame to the expectations of everyone in the tribe.

And, as Lena said, in the operation of finding people, one more person does mean one more strength.

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

"According to the last search, the missing people should be nearby. Next, we will disperse and search. We must come back here before dark. We all have to rush back to help relocate the tribe."

Molent said this and began to prepare for the grouping.

He came to Orson and Lena.

"Mr. Edward, can you please be in the same group with Lena? Please take care of her."

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

"Hey! Uncle Morent, who are you looking down on!" Lena said this with some dissatisfaction in her tone.

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

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

Lena didn't hear what Orson said at first. She stared at Morent angrily, ready to see when he would come back to comfort her. When she turned around, Orson had already walked a long way.

"Wait for me! Big brother!" She said as she took a step and ran towards Orson.

...

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

In the desert, Orson and Lena walked side by side. Lena, who was a little familiar with people, kept asking Orson questions along the way.

Orson had a good temper. Facing the other party's endless questions, he tried his best to answer.

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

"Anything is fine. I have never been out of the desert. From childhood to adulthood, I look up to the sky and look down to the earth. Except for some nouns mentioned by Grandpa Alati when he taught us to read and learn, I don't know what things are." Lena said.

Her eyes were not on Orson, but scanned around.

Although they were chatting, she did not forget that the purpose of this trip was to find someone.

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

"Well, I know." Lena nodded after hearing this. "I heard from Grandpa Arati that we orcs are the most meticulously crafted race by the gods, and we are the race favored by the gods. We have the wisdom of humans outside and the physique and agility of orcs here."

"But I don't think so." Lena said this with a low tone.

"Why? I think Chief Arati said it very well." Orson looked at Lena in confusion.

If Arati really said that, then he is really a very wise person in education.

Telling children beautiful fairy tales will keep them hopeful, rather than telling them the reality directly and making them despair of the real world.

"If the gods really favor us, why do we have to stay here for the rest of our lives? Why doesn't Grandpa Arati let us go out, saying that we will be harmed by people outside? Why, even the other orcs in the desert usually bully us."

"..." Orson was 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."

"Some people in the tribe wanted to go outside before, but some failed. They were caught by Grandpa Arati and given house arrest for a period of time, and then gave up the idea of ​​going out. Some people never came back after going out."

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

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

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

"The existence of the desert is to protect you and prevent you from being hurt by people outside. The outside world is sometimes not as beautiful as described and imagined."

"Really~" Lena nodded after hearing this. "It's just like what Grandpa Arati said."

"Okay, that's all my questions, big brother, let's continue looking for people."

Having said that, she put her hands behind her back 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 keen sense of smell from orcs, and their perception of smell is indeed better than that of humans.

Be sensitive.

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..."

"Take it today, take it tomorrow, what's the difference?" the orc leader said. "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, Alati

I can 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: There is a traitor (1W)

When the search and rescue team returned to the tribe, they saw the orcs carrying out bags of food from the tribe's warehouse.

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

The half-orcs, who have similar physiological cycles to humans, do not face the problem of exploding population like the orc tribes. Therefore, hunting and gathering alone can often maintain the basic survival of the tribe.

Morent saw Alati standing at the entrance of the tribe leaning against the wall, and his face changed.

"Chief, what's going on?!" He pointed at the orcs and asked in confusion.

"Alas, I don't know what's wrong with those orcs. They have to come to collect food today." Alati's voice was very low, and only Morent could hear it.

After all, if the orcs who were moving food heard these words, he would inevitably be beaten.

Although there were only a few dozen orcs coming to collect food this time, even if they were just a few dozen people, the orcs in the tribe could not beat them together.

Although there was only a difference between orcs and orcs, their physique and combat power were completely different.

Orcs were more like humans than beasts.

Looking at the big and strong orcs outside, any one of them could beat several adult men in the tribe.

Not to mention that there were more orcs in their tribe who had not come yet.

"But, if they took the food away, what would we eat?"

"Well, we can only take it one step at a time."