The surviving sub-beast man was named Zhe Yan. He tied the baby to his chest with a piece of thick cloth. After all, he only had one arm left. All kinds of dangers—and he's just a sub-beast with little fighting power when he's healthy.
Zheyan has always had a question since he was very young, why he was born as a sub-beast, why those gods who were once omnipotent divided people into different classes, let him be born with those There is such a huge gap between my compatriots who are only one letter away from me.
But later when he grew up, he learned to bow his head and work without talking nonsense.
Complaining is not enough to keep a person alive.
Zheyan stumbled and ran in the mud, sometimes looking down at the child in his arms—it is said that several children were born in the tribe this year, and Zheyan was a little hard to tell which of them he was.
But this little guy is so quiet, neither crying nor fussing, curled up in his arms, even the sound of breathing is so soft, only occasionally when Zheyan stopped to feed him water or wild fruit sauce, he opened his eyes. Open your eyes and look at him.
The child's dark eyes, with the clarity of a baby, were the only thing alive in his little livid face.
Zhe Yan suspected that it wasn't because of the child's quiet personality, but because he had some kind of illness, and he didn't even have the energy to cry.
After walking for an unknown distance, Zhe Yan felt that he was going to be exhausted, and then he saw a thin road running across the edge of the forest.
He knew that it was the way to go further north. Legend has it that there are packs of wild wolves there, and every winter, they will be covered by heavy snow that never sees the sun. Except for the strongest fighters, no one dares to go to such a dangerous place.
His knees gave way, and he fell on the road, his eyes turning black. All night, he didn't eat anything except fruit, his blood loss body had reached its limit, and he even felt numbness spreading over his chest.
Until then, the baby finally made a sound and began to cry like a kitten.
Zhe Yan collapsed on the ground, struggled to raise half of his body, picked up the little life with his white and trembling fingers, and shook him clumsily, but the well-behaved baby was crying Non-stop, the voice was weak, the tears kept pouring out, and the little face was wrinkled into a ball.
Zhe Yan guessed that he might be hungry. During the rainy season, the fruits in the forest would be festered due to excessive moisture, and there was not much sugar in the taste, but where could he find food for his children
Their home was gone, and he himself couldn't even catch a hare.
The man curled up his body and wiped the tears from the baby's face with his fingers in vain.
"Don't cry," he said, but his own tears fell and fell on the baby. "We all have to live, you know? Even if we are all useless people-but useless people, don't we Can't you live?"
Injury, rain, and overnight running made Zheyan feel a fever. He tried his best to get up, and walked staggeringly along the edge of the path. Every step was as unreal as if he was stepping on cotton. There were insects and ants biting him, and it was so painful that when he scratched, there was a bloodstain, and the sweat was dripping on him, burning hot.
He didn't know what he was rambling on to this little guy, and it didn't matter whether he understood or not, he wasn't expressing anything, maybe it was just a few nonsense words that came to an end.
Finally, on this lonely road, a man on horseback came. Judging by his attire, he might be a messenger or something.
Zhe Yan's eyes suddenly lit up, which made him run as if his potential had been aroused, trying to catch up with the galloping horse: "Wait a minute! Help us! Please, help us!"
But the lightly dressed and proud knight just walked away without even looking back.
A crippled sub-beast man, and a dying child who couldn't even hear the cry, only people with a burnt out brain would stop on such a dangerous road.
Who knew if they were bait for some orcs waiting to rob
You must know that this is the north, and the mountains and forests are filled with all kinds of barbaric tribes, and such things happen endlessly.
Then there was a caravan passing by, with a group of sub-beasts in the middle, and a few orcs who turned into beast bodies carefully opened the way and guarded carefully. The tribe traded fur goods, and Zheyan dared not go up to him—the leading beast could trample him to death with one foot. He just knelt down on the side of the road humbly like an animal, knocking his forehead on the ground, begging Adults passing by can stop and take pity on them.
What about giving them a bite to eat
But they seemed to have not seen them at all, and they walked past him, and the muddy water splashed on his face by horseshoes and animal feet, but Zheyan hurriedly went to see the baby's condition, to make sure that he was not hurt, and then Looking at the direction in which the caravan was heading away, he raised his head, and there was a layer of lifeless confusion in his eyes that were cloudy due to the high fever.
This world... this ugly, dirty world...
At this moment, a pair of sinister little eyes stared at the man and the child in his arms. On the big tree behind Zhe Yan, a colorful poisonous snake was spitting out its letter and raising the cancerous tumor on its head.
The thing had turned purple due to excitement, and slowly climbed up the tree trunk, aiming at Zhe Yan's neck that was hanging limply on one side.
Living in the migratory tribe in the jungle all year round, even if he has no hunting power, he is keen enough to perceive the danger in the wild. The moment the giant snake rushed over, Zhe Yan could smell the stench from its mouth. He hurriedly dodged to the side, but his weak limbs dragged him down, and the man fell to the ground in embarrassment. He only had time to subconsciously raise his remaining arm to block himself and the baby.
The poison in the beast's mouth made him feel dizzy.
A roar exploded in his ears, and a giant beast transformed from an orc rushed over from the side, biting the poisonous snake by seven inches, and rolled to the side with its body.
The body of this giant beast was covered with hard scales, like armor, which could not be penetrated by the teeth of even the hardest poisonous snake. The snake died soon, and the giant beast raised its head and roared loudly in the morning light, standing proudly beside him. next to the booty.
An essence can be extracted from the poisonous tumor of this poisonous snake. It is said that it can make women stay young forever, and is deeply loved by the women and girls raised by the powerful orcs.
Immediately, the giant beast turned into a young man with a simple bag on his back. He looked like a man who hunted everywhere for a living. He quickly cut off the venomous snake's tumor and put it in a special small bag. , then stood up and glanced at the embarrassed man beside him.
"Hmm!" The young man seemed a little surprised, raised his eyebrows, and said to himself, "A cripple and a little thing?"
Zhe Yan looked at him, moving his lips with difficulty.
"Please..." he said angrily, "please, save us... save us..."
"Why, there was a tribal war nearby?" The young man calmly wiped the dagger he used to dissect the snake, and asked casually, "Then you escaped from the forest behind? I heard that there There's a decent tribe... you savage northerners that live in the woods!"
"Please, just something to eat..."
"Okay, come on, show me this little thing," the young man squatted down, uncovered the rags on the baby, leaned over to take a closer look, then pulled out the baby's little hand, and searched carefully, but failed. After finding the animal pattern, a slight disappointment appeared on his face, "He is not an orc."
"Please..."
The young man stood up, looked down at Zhe Yan's muddy face, and said regretfully, "I advise you, let's forget about it, what use is this little sub-beast when it grows up? You look at him like that, maybe there is something wrong with his birth, it is impossible to live to grow up - but I think you are not much better than him. Don't struggle, go back to where you came from earlier, and find someone you believe in God, if he is happy, he may give you a healthy and strong new life."
After finishing speaking, the young orc turned away indifferently. Zhe Yan's strength in grabbing the corner of his clothes was not much stronger than that of an ant. It wasn't that the hunter was cruel, but he had seen too much. Food is such a precious thing. Why? Can it be wasted on useless sub-beast children
And... who wouldn't want to live
But living is also dependent on fate.
The last glimmer of light in Zhe Yan's eyes finally dimmed. He threw himself next to the giant snake's corpse, his eyes staring straight, only his mouth was still murmuring: "Help us, please..."
Finally, a fourth person came along this desolate road.
He still looks like a teenager, although he is not short, but his face still has the immatureness of a child. Usually, after the age of eight or nine, a little orc can grow as tall as an adult man of an ordinary subbeast.
The boy was wearing a small armor, and a delicate rattan belt was tied around his waist. It was made by his mother when the child went out for the first time.
He stopped beside Zheyan, the rare feather-shaped silver animal pattern on his wrist seemed to be shining in the slowly rising sun.
"What did you say?" The young man spotted him, and squatted down to look at the embarrassed Asian animal man.
He frowned and listened carefully for a while, then rolled up a huge leaf, caught a little rainwater that had accumulated on the tree, and fed it to the man.
The young man obviously didn't take care of anyone, and half of the water from a leaf splashed on Zhe Yan's face. Shocked by the cold water, Zhe Yan recovered a little sanity. He grabbed the tree trunk, barely sat up, exposed the baby in his arms, and fed the water to the baby mouth to mouth.
The orc kid, on his first trip, looked at the baby without blinking, feeling very novel.
He had never seen such a young child before, but it was fresh, so he just watched without expressing any opinions.
The baby closed its eyes and snorted weakly.
Zhe Yan raised his head and pleaded hoarsely to the orc boy: "Young master, do you have food? I beg you to give me some food and save us."
"Oh, wait for me to look for it." Without saying a word, the orc boy untied the bag behind him, and turned it over in front of strangers without knowing anything about it. It took him a long time to find a bag from it. When the jerky arrived, the young man seemed a little embarrassed. He handed a handful of jerky to Zhe Yan, and said awkwardly, "This is all that's left."
Zhe Yan snatched the food over, biting it with big mouthfuls, almost without chewing, and swallowed it raw, then he bit off the tenderest part of the jerky, chewed it himself, and still used the same method feed the baby.
But even so, the jerky was still too difficult for the baby, and his reaction was straightforward, vomiting out the food.
"Eat it, eat it." Zhe Yan stuffed the baby's spittle back forcefully, "Eat it, please, eat it to survive!"
The orc boy watched for a while, but didn't make a sound, and murmured in his heart: Can this little guy live
He left his dried meat in silence, turned and walked into the woods.
At first, Zheyan thought he had already left, after all, it is a very kind person to leave food behind, but after a while, he heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, Zheyan was startled, and hurriedly turned his head I went, and found that the orc child who walked away silently just now came back, and with a "plop", dropped an adult horned deer.
The meat of this kind of animal is very delicious, and it has little fishy smell. It is delicious whether it is roasted or eaten raw.
But horned deer are very good at fighting and quick to move, even very powerful hunters may not be able to catch them.
The orc boy raised his hand expressionlessly to wipe off the blood stained on his cheek, then knelt on the ground with one knee, untied the dagger from his waist, and quickly dismembered the horned deer, then pushed it in front of Zhe Yan, and said softly : "Eat."
Zheyan looked at him blankly.
The young man took out a small metal bowl from nowhere, took a bowl full of blood and handed it to Zhe Yan, and tapped the baby in his arms with his chin: "Give him this, my father said he drank blood The children who grow up will become the strongest warriors in the future."
Then he probably felt that he didn't have anything else to say, so he unpacked his bag, poured out all the dried meat inside, and put it in Zhe Yan's arms: "Take it, I'm leaving."
"Wait!" Zhe Yan suddenly stopped him, "Wait, kid! Give it to me, what about you? You have to go on the road without food, didn't your father tell you..."
"Oh, I'll fight again." The boy wiped the dagger clean on the tree trunk, put it back at his waist, and said indifferently.
Zhe Yan stared at this weird little orc with his mouth open for a while, and finally asked softly: "What's your name? I will repay you—even if I don't live until then, when this child grows up, I will also let him remember to repay you."
The boy didn't take it seriously, what's the use of a crippled Asian animal man and a little thing that's not as long as his forearm? But when he said that, it was a good intention, and he didn't show any disdain. He just smiled, showing two small canine teeth, and the innocence of a child.
"Hua Yi." He stamped the mud on his feet and continued to walk along his path, "Then I'm leaving, take care."