Chapter 399

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 Arati, 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.

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

this tribe.

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 mark on the map and looked at Arati curiously.

"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." right

expensive. "

"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.

However, Hela, the goddess of life, relied on her stronger strength to defeat Limusa and 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 in the depths of the desert, near the temple." Arati said this with a nostalgic look.

Perhaps when he was young, his Orc tribe was indeed able to stand on equal footing with some powerful Orc tribes.

No matter which race, faith is extremely important.

Being able to live near the temple, which is a holy place of faith, is a great honor for the believers of God.

In fact, every time the Orc tribe discusses major events, they will gather at the temple of Limusa.

Although they often fight internally for some reasons, as a rare common point, what can bring the Orcs together, in addition to the pressure of survival, is faith.

If you want to understand the true situation of the desert and the Orcs,

perhaps going to the temple of Limusa will be rewarding.

Thinking of this, Orson determined his next destination.

But before that, he still has one thing to do.

…

On the other side, the orcs who had just robbed a lot of food from the Orc tribe were holding a bonfire party in the tribe.

The scale of this orc tribe is not small, with a total of about a thousand people.

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

There was no restraint or frugality at all, as if the things robbed from others were worthless.

Orson came to the outside of the tribe alone.

Although the bonfire party was still going on inside, there were still a few orc warriors on duty at the entrance of the tribe.

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

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

"Alas, thanks to the boss's wit, he arranged spies in the Orc tribe in advance, otherwise we would have let that group of people run away."

"Hey, if you ask me, the old man in the Orc tribe is really confused. It's just a few people who ran away. Why did they have to wait? But this is also a bargain for us."

"Hehe, I just don't know what will happen to them later."

"Starved to death, what else can it be? There are so many people who starved to death in the desert. If you want to blame someone, blame them for being Orcs."

"In fact, if you ask me, there is no difference between Orcs and Orcs. Anyway, if there is not enough food, they will rob. If they can't rob, they will rob from other tribes."

"That's right, at worst, they will die."