A woman screams only when threatened or harmed by a non-lethal threat.
Because extreme fear and despair can make people lose their voices.
The crooked and ragged old man was curled up in a corner, one leg was bitten off in the middle, blood and pus were mixed together, giving off a pungent stench—maybe he was about to die.
But his eyes were astonishingly bright. Under the pigmented and wrinkled eyelids, the dark brown eyeballs emitted a strange and crazy light, and his gaze was looking straight at the direction of the sky.
The night sky of this day was astonishingly clear, without any haze, and the river of stars was like satin, quietly lying across, flowing slowly as always.
The old man grinned his shriveled lips, but pulled out a cold smile.
Not ten paces away from him, a giant beast was raping a woman.
Her chest was scratched by the claws of the giant beast, and half of her body was soaked in blood, and her black hair stuck to her naked body like a waterfall.
But she didn't make any sound except for the initial scream, which was as hoarse as rusty metal grinding on the rough animal skin.
Maybe she was dead.
Who knows
With a crazy and terrifying smile on his face, the old man slowly turned his head away, and his eyes fell on the giant beast... The whole tribe has fallen, and this is how they deal with prisoners of war, killing all the men and taking their The head is cut off, carried on the body like a basket of rotten fruit, the child's body is roasted on the fire, and the corpse oil is collected as a spoil of war. Finally, women and even underage girls are left behind to abuse as much as they want.
The giant beast had terrible scars on its face, its eyes were red, and its ugly body kept moving. The sharp barbs on its claws couldn't help leaving bloody gashes on the woman's body. It left saliva in its mouth and let out a "wheeze, wheeze" sound. Wheezing with a foul smell.
The ugliness is all over the place.
Tears suddenly flowed from the old man's dry eyes, running down the lines in the corners of the eyes, and it was extremely cloudy. He turned his head suddenly, as if he couldn't bear to look any more.
However, at this moment, he saw a pair of eyes staring at him in a bush not far away. The old man froze for a moment, then recognized that it was a baby.
The child's father or mother tried to protect him until the last moment of his life, hiding him in thick bushes, using his own body to block the view of intruders.
This little guy was born at a bad time. His mother was originally the most beautiful and powerful woman, but she failed to give her child the same healthy body, so he was born prematurely in the war between the two tribes. , Even sucking milk is difficult, crying loudly, the chest will be bruised and purple.
What a pity that the baby born after a long and difficult time is destined to be a short-lived little guy.
And even though he is a boy, he doesn't have animal patterns, which means he can't transform into a beast. They are also called sub-orcs, and their physical condition is not much better than that of women. Even if he grows up, he is destined to have no minimum fighting ability.
His parents hadn't even had time to come up with a name for him.
The old man felt very strange that such a young child seemed to understand the adults' intentions, quietly curled up his delicate body in the deep bushes, and watched all this without making a sound, if it weren't for the black and white pair With big eyes, even the old man in the corner would not see him.
The old man struggled to reach into the skirt of his clothes that could not cover his body, took out a small domino, and threw it in the direction of the baby.
His movement alarmed the giant beast not far away. The thing raised its head and glanced at the old guy. Then the blood-red eyes of the beast showed indifferent disdain, and turned its gaze away without interest.
The old man was sure that he had not attracted the attention of those beasts, so he carefully lowered his head again to look at the baby.
He found that the little guy stretched out his hand, and hooked the domino with his short fingers, the palms of which could hardly be distinguished, probably because the tooth roots had grown out, and his mouth was itching uncomfortably. For a moment, he instinctively stuffed it into his mouth.
What a clever child, the old man thought with twinkling eyes, but... if only he could survive and grow up.
Then he forced himself to look away, and suddenly burst out laughing with tears in his eyes. His voice was old and hoarse, and he recklessly sang old-fashioned tunes, like an old lunatic walking in a stranger's way.
"The true god falls to the sky, and the morality often collapses,
Alas, man can become a beast.
Those who wield knives screamed, and those who eat grass ran.
Running, running, Sesegogo..."
The sharp claws tore through the night, the old man's cold and creepy tone stopped abruptly, and the head and body were separated, leaving a broken body stubbornly standing there.
The head, which refused to rest in peace, finally fell on the muddy ground in the forest.
The last coda of his singing seems to be still floating in the air, like a haunting soul.
The tall man wiped the blood from his hands. The animal claws that hadn't retreated suddenly grew on the muscular arms of the human beings. There was a little bit of human flesh between the hard hairs on the animal claws, and he didn't even look at them. Kicking away the old man's body, he said coldly to the monster: "Muhe, what are you still dawdling about?"
With a whimper, the giant beast withdrew from the woman's terribly cold body. The bones made noises, and it slowly curled up. The armor-like hair on its body receded. In just a moment, it turned into a man with a scar on his face and slightly slanted eyes. man. When his eyeballs rolled, the scarlet blood seemed to have not dissipated, and then he showed a sinister smile: "When will even this little pleasure of the winner be deprived?"
The tall man glanced at the corpse of the woman whose original appearance could no longer be seen with cold eyes, and unabashedly gave the other party a disgusted expression: "You are really disgusting—go away, the leader is counting the number of people, this is not the final goal, we going to leave."
After the man finished speaking, he turned around and let out a roar like a wild beast. He landed on all fours and turned into a bigger monster. Every step he stepped on the ground seemed to leave a deep footprint. Even the ground trembled.
"Pu Ya's dog." When the other party walked away, the man named Mu He's face darkened, he took a bite, showing his slightly yellow teeth, and his crooked eyes were full of murderous intent. Then he turned around, as if he was a bit regretful, raised two fingers in front of him, and blew a flirtatious kiss to the woman's corpse, "Then goodbye forever, my dear."
The invaders left.
The night sky that was still clear just now seemed to be covered by a layer of dark clouds from afar in an instant. There was a small puddle of blood.
It gradually became a pouring trend.
I don't know how long it took before a thin young man crawled out of the pile of corpses. He didn't have animal patterns on his hands. He looked like a sub-beast who did rough work in the tribe and couldn't turn into a beast.
He lost an arm, with a face full of panic, trembling in front of the corpses of all his clansmen in the heavy rain.
Then he suddenly jumped up from the ground like a neurotic, shaking everyone around him frantically, calling their names, but there was no response.
The wound on the Asian animal man's shoulder revealed faintly visible bones. He staggered a few steps, and then fell hard on the ground, just facing the old man's head in the mud, facing that blue and white face, he finally endured He couldn't help but fell on the ground and wept loudly.
He felt that he was going to die too, and that the heavy rain would bury him inside, together with his former neighbors and relatives.
He is just a sub-beast, so cowardly, he hid at the beginning of the enemy attack, and saved a dog's life in the hands of the hateful enemy, but the cold raindrops hitting his body were like those floating in the air who refused to The eyes of the departing clansmen fell on him, full of disdain.
The man vomited violently.
Just as he lay dying on the ground, suddenly, a faint cry of a baby came from the bushes. The sound was so small, like the cry of a kitten just waking up, but it exploded in the man's ears like a thunderclap.
He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly he didn't know where the strength came from. He rolled and crawled to the ground, and used his only remaining hand to scrape away the corpses near the bushes and the blood-stained flourishing branches and leaves, and found there. gave birth to a little baby.
This little guy is not as long as his forearm, and he doesn't even weigh as much as a puppy in his hand. He is not as chubby and cute as other children. Even his small face is sunken due to malnutrition, and he is not an adult. On the palm-sized face, the facial features have not had time to grow, only a pair of eyes, which are too big.
The child seemed to have gathered all the strength in his body to utter that cry, his face was bruised abnormally, and his breathing was so weak that people couldn't feel it.
The man was taken aback, and awkwardly and panickedly stuffed the child into his arms, shielding him from the pouring rain with his not-so-broad shoulders, trying to keep this fragile life alive with the little heat in his chest.
At this time, a small domino fell off the baby with a "click", on which the word "Chang'an" was engraved with a knife. up.
The man squatted on the ground, picked up the dominoes with great difficulty, and then hid under a big tree with the baby in his arms. He bit the thread on the dominoes with his teeth, re-knotted it around the baby's neck, and covered the dominoes with his teeth. When it was hot, it was carefully stuffed into the baby's chest.
He looked poignantly relieved as if he had accomplished something great—foolishly believing that the little old domino had some magical power to make Death keep the boy.
The man stumbled to his feet, as if he had been aroused by the dying desire to survive, hugged the baby, and quickly sank into the dense jungle.