The man is tall, but with broad shoulders and narrow waist, he looks strong and powerful without being stupid. He is wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat, and quickly passes through the dense forest in the heavy rain and night.
Even though he was wearing an rain gear, he still let the rain water cool his heart, and there was a little blood on his chest, which seemed to be wounded. However, the man didn't seem to care at all, and waved away the thick bushes in front of him. Those plants covered with thorns could not cause him any harm, and they were like soft wicker in his hands.
The lower part of the man's palm was covered by cloth strips, and it was impossible to tell whether there was any animal pattern. However, looking at his figure and pace, it can be seen that this man is not only an undoubted orc, but may also be a very powerful one.
His face looks very young, but at the age of twenty-five or sixteen, with profound features and handsome features, but perhaps because of the heavy rain, his whole body also seems to be covered with a layer of gloom, and his eyes are as dark as black. The bottomless deep pool added a bit of coldness to the man's expressionless face.
In the depths of the woods there is a small house built with big stones, the roof is a simple thatched shed, and a straw mat made of clover is hung at the door. The man caught a glimpse of it, but he hesitated after all—although he was in a hurry , but I really felt that my physical strength was a little too much.
This kind of small shed standing alone in the forest is generally called a "welcoming house". There is a clover sign at the door to distinguish it from ordinary dwellings. It has no owner, but it indicates that there will be a tribe of orcs nearby.
The environment in the northern continent is harsh, with a vast land and sparse population. There are no city-states like the south, only scattered tribes scattered in various places independently.
Most of these small sheds are prepared for merchants or wandering orcs. Leveraging them for shelter from the wind and rain, on the one hand, shows the hospitality of the tribe, and on the other hand, it is also a warning to these distant visitors—you have already arrived in our territory, if you don’t have good intentions Good guest, you'd better stay away from us.
Approaching the guest house, the man saw a faint fire in the shed—apparently he was not the only traveler who wanted to find a place to hide from the rain on this heavy rainy night.
He hesitated for a moment. The welcoming room didn't even have a door, and the inside was even more empty. There was only a stove pit—there is a pit stove in the homes of northerners, which is to dig a hole in the ground of the house and build it with stones. It can be used for filling firewood, cooking, and keeping warm. It is a good thing for winter.
However, the stove pit in the guest house is too simple, the stove pit is just a pit, there is not even a cover on it.
Standing at the door, the man could see clearly beside the stove pit, a person was leaning there to take a nap, his face was covered by a huge bamboo hat, only a pale and sharp chin was exposed.
The slightly protruding Adam's apple showed that he was a man, with slender limbs and looked a little weak. The man's hands were on the side, hanging over the stove pit as if keeping warm, the back of his hands was facing the door, so that people could see clearly at a glance - clean, nothing, he was a sub-beast.
The man standing at the door was a little hesitant, he was always cautious, but the exhaustion from traveling for days finally overwhelmed his other wills, and the young and frail sub-orc man in the reception room was hard to raise. Come be more vigilant.
The man finally coughed lightly, adjusted his facial expression, and showed a sincere and simple smile, which made the deep-rooted coldness on his face disappear in an instant, and his temperament changed drastically, as if he had changed in the blink of an eye. Like a person.
He asked very politely and cautiously: "Little brother, can I borrow a roof and hide from the rain together?"
The young man was startled, and lifted a corner of the bamboo hat covering his face. Most of his face was in the shadows, and he quickly glanced at the man. With the gesture of ", the other party moved a place next to the stove, and seemed to be defenseless towards strangers, as if he couldn't wake up, he quickly curled himself up again, and fell into a drowsy sleep .
The man finally took off his soaked coir raincoat, and the thin cloth underneath stuck to his body, outlining his strong figure, which was still sticky and uncomfortable, but he never felt uncomfortable when he was in the same room with outsiders. After taking it off again, he also sat down, threw a handful of firewood into the fire pit that was about to go out, stirred it up, and rekindled the fire that had been neglected for a long time.
He warmed himself by the fire, let out a comfortable breath, and then turned his attention to the stranger next to him.
The man was very puzzled. Generally speaking, unless they were born in the family of a leader or an elder, ordinary sub-orcs have a relatively low status in the tribe. Most of them work as craftsmen or laborers, and some are very smart. They can become doctors and be respected by others. —but no matter what their status, they rarely run away from their tribe.
It was a bit strange for this young man who appeared in the wilderness and was still very contented.
The man speculated that he might be from the tribe that built this welcoming house, or maybe he had an awkward relationship with his family and ran out in the middle of the night to mess around.
The fire was burning more vigorously, and the young man seemed to feel warmer than before. He couldn't help but turned over, leaned closer to the stove fire, and was dangerously stuck on the edge of the stove. He slept very peacefully, as if Unconsciously, the whole person was stuck on a narrow edge, precariously, as if he was about to fall, which made people feel a little frightened.
The man didn't want to disturb him, but after seeing this scene, he finally couldn't help but stretch out his hand and push him, and said softly: "Little brother, be careful, you are about to fall into the stove."
The young man was pushed to the side by him, and the bamboo hat covering his face fell off completely, and just rolled into the pit of the stove. However, the young man who had already fallen asleep suddenly stretched out his hand to fish it out, so fast that people couldn't see clearly. With a movement, he retrieved the bamboo hat before it was burned, and a face that looked a little dazed due to sleepiness appeared.
After doing this series of actions, he still didn't seem to be awake, and stared blankly at the person who woke him up.
There are a pair of petal-like eyes on the young man's face that is less blood-colored. The end of the eyes is a little red because of the thin skin. Meaning, it looks a bit inconsistent with the heavy rain and the thatched hut.
The man on the opposite side was taken aback, stared at him intently for a while, then felt a little impolite, so he gave him a naive smile, lowered his head to fiddle with the firewood in the stove pit, but his eyes seemed to have nothing to do with it. Swept over the boy's hand.
The boy yawned lazily, and casually scratched his messy hair. The man still could only see the back of his hand, and he still couldn't see any clues.
The man's eyes flickered, and he was puzzled, what exactly is this sub-beast boy doing? How could he have such fast hands
However, this Asian beast boy of unknown origin had no desire to talk, he just glanced at the person who woke him up, then dragged his luggage over, lay on his pillow and went back to sleep. I don't know what was in the luggage bag. It was bulging, more than one foot long, and seemed to be quite heavy.
The man thought to himself, no one will go out with the beam on their backs, right
Thinking like this, he couldn't help but look at the other person a few more times. It didn't mean anything else, but there was nothing else to do, and when he saw a good-looking person, he couldn't help but look at him a few more times.
Looking at it, he couldn't help but think of many years ago, when he himself was a foolish teenager, he followed his father to the tribe on the other side of the mountain, and saw a little boy.
As soon as the man closed his eyes, he could recall the little guy putting a flower in his hand, looking at him with clear eyes, and smiling at him. It seems... It looks a bit like the Asian beast boy in front of me. If the little boy can live, maybe he will be this big, right
This man was exactly Hua Yi who had fled for ten years after the Snow Wolf tribe incident.
He thought about this, and then shook his head himself. This place is hundreds of miles away from Yufeng Mountain. Unless the tribe is scattered, which sub-beast can run so far away? However, when he looked at the boy, he felt a little inexplicable intimacy in his heart.
But the nostalgia and exclamation in his heart were only for a moment, and he quickly withdrew that faint smile, leaned cautiously on the other side, closed his eyes, and while he seized the time to recover his strength, he retracted his hand into his arms , and hold down a pocket knife hidden there.
In the past ten years, he has been living such a life of waiting for the battle, and it has become an instinct.
Just in the middle of the night, a burst of chaotic footsteps came from a distance, mixed with the sound of steel colliding and the roar of giant beasts transformed from orcs. Beastman's eyes and ears are extremely sensitive, Hua Yi opened his eyes almost immediately. His pupils shrank suddenly, which made his eyes, which were already darker than others, look like two deep wells, unable to break out any light, and it was frighteningly cold.
He still hid one hand in his clothes, but the other hand turned into a beast's claw. He tilted his head and found that the sub-beast boy had woken up at some point and was staring at him thoughtfully.
Hua Yi kicked into the pit of the stove, the upturned soil extinguished the fire, and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, little brother, I'm afraid someone is coming at me, you'd better find a place to hide. "
The boy didn't answer, but still studied Hua Yi's face with a serious expression. The footsteps of people outside were getting closer and closer, and the voices were noisy. Seeing that the boy didn't respond, Hua Yi grabbed him with his spare hand. He grabbed his shoulders, picked him up from the ground, pushed him back, and said quickly: "Don't be in a daze, if you don't want to die, hide quickly!"
The young man's eyes fell on Hua Yi's animal claws, and under the snow-white hair, he saw a silver animal pattern. He suddenly raised his head, and seemed to have a little inappropriate joy, and said: "It's you! You It's called Hua Yi."
Suddenly being identified by someone, Hua Yi's heart tightened, and he instinctively wanted to kill.
However, at this moment, a group of orcs surrounded the small welcoming room, and a man wearing animal skins and bare upper body strode in, without even looking at the sub-beast boy, his eyes were like nails, nails It landed on Hua Yi's body, as if trying to gouge out a piece of flesh from him.
He stretched out his hand, and said coldly to Hua Yi: "Hand over the things, and I will save your life."