"Listen, if you want to stay, you'd better not mention the outsiders in front of the clan leader, otherwise, the clan leader will definitely get angry." A relatively kind-looking old sub-orc said to Claire after the clan leader left. .
"Why? Since the last time I was besieged by orcs in the forest, I have noticed that the people here seem to be very repulsive towards the 'outside'. Is there any reason behind this?"
The old orc man shook his head: "Let alone the clan leader, even I don't have a good impression of the so-called people in the outside world. But in the past, we were not like this..."
"Three years ago, the patriarch was not the current patriarch, but his father. When the old patriarch and the others went out hunting, they rescued a person who came in from the outside world. The man was seriously injured at the time, so the old patriarch asked him to He stayed in our tribe to recuperate. He received the best care and his injuries were getting better day by day. He got along very well with the people in our tribe. Although he was not from our tribe, everyone treated him well. Very kind. Until one day, when he recovered from his injury, he said he missed his hometown very much and said goodbye to the old patriarch. Because the roads connecting our tribe to the outside world were complicated, it was difficult for outsiders to find the correct exit, so he asked the old patriarch to send a group of people. An orc from the tribe led him."
"The old clan leader agreed. Before leaving, he repeatedly told him not to tell anything about our clan. He promised with all his heart. Unexpectedly, three months later, he led a group of people from outside to besiege our tribe." Speaking of this, the expression of the old sub-orc man was very gloomy: "They claimed to be the guards of some city lord, and asked us to surrender to their city lord and become one of them from now on. Of course, the old patriarch did not agree, and he treated that person very badly. Angry. After all, if he hadn’t ordered the orcs from our tribe to lead the way for that person, those soldiers from outside wouldn’t have broken in so easily.”
"In the end, although our tribe drove out the invaders, we also paid an extremely heavy price. Nearly half of the already small number of sub-orcs died in that war, and lost their lives after being involved in the war. There are countless little orcs and little sub-orcs. The patriarch also lost his most respected father and sister-in-law in that war."
"So that's it..." The reclusive tribe originally lived a peaceful and worry-free life, but it was eventually destroyed by the ambitions of outsiders. No wonder they showed such hostility when they heard that she was from the outside world: "I Remember, there are now three big city lords on this continent, and they rule nine small city lords respectively. The one who has the ability to attack the orc tribe should be one of the three big city lords. You know the city lord who gave the order to attack you Who is it?"
"I remember that those invaders once said that they wanted us to 'submit to the greatest city lord on this continent, Serante'!" The old orc man was obviously deeply affected by this. He didn't even need to think about it before he answered immediately. asked this question: "I have to say, that is really a cruel city lord! He is simply a devil!"
"Yeah, you're absolutely right! He's such a bastard!"
It turned out that that man was really my elder's aggressive uncle! Claire couldn't help grinding her teeth. If it weren't for that bastard, how could her master be injured several times and be on the verge of danger? If it weren't for that bastard, he and Jera would definitely still be in the territory freely now. How could they be kidnapped first and then thrown here
The old man and the young man shared the same hatred and soon started chatting together. Perhaps because they had a common enemy, after a conversation, Claire clearly felt that the old sub-orc had become much closer to her, and the initial alienation and defensiveness disappeared. This is really a simple and good old man, Claire sighed in her heart.
"By the way, how did you show up here? The patriarch has always been very concerned about this." The old sub-orc asked: "Except for those who have participated in the siege of us, no one knows how to enter our territory."
Claire understood that the old sub-orcs were probably worried about their relationship with the Lord of Selant City, and were even worried that they were sent by the Lord of Selant City.
It was not a problem for the clever Claire to dispel the old man's concerns. She cleared her throat and said: "We were thrown here by the people of the Lord of Selant City. Our Lord offended the Lord of Selant City. The people sent by the Lord of Selant City couldn't defeat you, so they secretly attacked us, hoping to use us as bait to lure you into the trap they set."
As she said that, Claire showed a sad expression: "I don't know how he is doing now, sir. I really want to go find him immediately. I hope you can understand. Now I am very worried about his safety..."
"Of course, I can understand your feelings, but you better not think about leaving here. The city lord will not let you go, and I will not allow it. We will not make the same mistake again. . Moreover, it sounds like the people sent by the Lord of Selant this time are very powerful. Even if you are by your side, you will not be able to help him much, and you may become a burden to him."
The old sub-orc man comforted Claire softly. He glanced at Jera who was pretending to play nearby, but in fact he quietly raised his ears to eavesdrop on their conversation. He showed a real smile: "I can see that you are a Good boy with a kind heart, you should live a good life in our tribe. Although everyone will reject you at first, as long as you don't do anything wrong in our tribe, as time goes by, everyone will see clearly who you are, and sooner or later you will Accept you. Moreover, you have a child who is a sub-beast, which gives you a natural advantage. After all, sub-beasts are very precious wealth to our tribe."
Claire spread her hands helplessly. She finally saw that it was impossible to persuade these orcs and sub-orcs to take her out. Although the old orc is kind, his ideals will never be shaken easily, and he will never put his people in danger because of his kindness.
Yes, you have already suffered a loss once, how can you not be more careful
But... Claire couldn't help but want to touch her forehead and sigh. They were framed by Celant and reduced to this, but in the end they had to pay for what that bastard Celant had done. It was unpleasant to think about.
"Grandpa, how did you know that I am a sub-orc?" Jela blinked his cat eyes and looked up at the old sub-orc with curiosity: "Where we are, there are no such terms as orcs and sub-orcs. Therefore, I feel very strange when I hear the uncles here call me Yashou. I don’t think you and I are similar in any way. Is it possible that you have made a mistake?” Since you can’t leave for the time being, take care of yourself first. understand the problem.
Jera knew very well that the reason why he and Claire were treated relatively friendly was because the people here mistook them for sub-orcs. But it is not a sub-beast. Instead of worrying about its identity being exposed every day in the future, it is better to explain the matter to the people here as soon as possible.
Jera did not choose the clan leader, but chose the old sub-orc in front of him. According to the old sub-orc's good-natured character, even if he knew that it was not a sub-beast, he would not drive them out. As for the seemingly lethal clan leader, it believed that once he learned the news, he would definitely throw them out to fend for themselves without saying a word.
"I am happy to answer your questions, my child." The old orc touched Jela's head kindly. His technique was very skillful and made Jela feel very comfortable. The ears on Jela's head moved, and he squinted his eyes with an expression of enjoyment.
"In terms of appearance, minor sub-beasts will show certain animal-like characteristics - just like you, most of them will have ears and tails. Some sub-beasts with bird and beast blood will also have wings, but they themselves cannot Transform into animal form.”
"If it's like you said, then I can't be a sub-beast at all. I obviously..." Jela twisted his body and wanted to transform into the form of a little lion, but was surprised to find that he couldn't change.
After exerting strength for a while, he lowered his head and looked at his chubby little hands and feet, as well as his tail that was raised high in surprise, and felt a moment of astonishment: "I...I, how could I..."
The old sub-orc looked at it gently: "In addition to the appearance characteristics, what we judge whether a person is an orc or a sub-beast is the power he possesses. Orcs are strong and strong, and most of them have the force of the force, while sub-orcs There is no such powerful * power, their effect is more reflected on the spiritual level. When Claire carried you over, we felt your spiritual power. Although it was still very weak, that power did exist. ."
"Really? But I didn't feel it at all." Could it be that it actually has a time-travel plug-in, but it never discovered it
"My feeling is unmistakable." The old orc man put his hand on Jera's forehead. Centered on the contact point, tiny light spots spread out from Jera's forehead, floating like dandelions. Everywhere, disappear. "Look, your spiritual power has a very beautiful shape." The old orc man let go of his hand, but the light on Jela's forehead did not disappear. Countless light spots surged out, gradually filling the entire small room. .
The old sub-orc looked shocked and murmured: "This is really surprising."
Claire on the side also came up and hooked Jera's shoulders, exclaiming: "Little Jera, I didn't know you were so powerful!"
The old sub-orc man said to Claire excitedly: "We must train this child well, and we must not delay it."
Claire was shocked by his serious look, and was a little overwhelmed for a moment, so she could only respond casually.
The old orc turned to Jera again: "Child, you have great potential. You have such a gentle and powerful spiritual power, and you will definitely be able to stimulate the force and potential in your orc in the future. When you grow up, I believe The whole tribe of warriors will go crazy for you."
But it's still young, isn't it? Is it too early to say this now
The corner of Jera's mouth twitched, and... the purpose of having mental power is to find an orc to suppress it? It is a straight man, and has no intention of finding a man, nor does it have any intention of having a man suppress it. Well, given that the species in this world are so complicated, people probably have to put quotation marks on them.
What about the promised time travel plug-in? Even if it looks forward to it so much, how come it hasn't figured out what the so-called spiritual power does now
Jera pulled the old orc's sleeve unwillingly: "Inspire the orc's force and potential? Does mental power only work on orcs?"
"Of course not. According to legend, when spiritual power is cultivated to a high level, it can be transformed into reality. Every thought conveyed by the sub-orcs may have an impact on the surroundings. I once saw the former wise man of our tribe use his thoughts To restrain those who dare to offend him, he can even extend his thoughts into the air and sense the surrounding conditions. However, since the death of that master, no sub-beast has been able to do this." The old sub-orc man Somewhat sad: "Not only are the number of sub-beasts now decreasing, but their mental power is also not as good as before. Without the assistance of sub-beasts, many orcs cannot even awaken the force. Even if they can awaken naturally, their energy level usually only stays at At Level 1 and Level 2. There was a warrior who used his own strength to forcibly break through Level 4 Force. Because there was no sub-beast to channel the power that ran rampant in his body after the breakthrough, his body exploded and died."
He is already very old and has witnessed the tribe's most glorious times. Now seeing the tribe declining day by day, he felt sad, but there was nothing he could do about it.
"Under such circumstances, the qualifications of the little orcs and sub-orcs born are of course not very good, but we can't ask for more - in our group, only 10% of them have been able to find a partner and form a family in the past few years. Three-tenths of the total number of tribes, and only one child is born to every three families. The fertility crisis choked our throats earlier than the hidden dangers caused by qualifications."
Jera listened to all this silently, and his ears gradually lowered. Apparently, the old sub-orc's depressed mood also affected it.
The old sub-orc man touched Jela's furry head: "You are the most promising child among the new generation I have ever seen. The hope of revitalizing the tribe falls on your generation. Go to the tribe's sub-beast school. Well, someone will teach you how to use your spiritual power."
Hey, is it really okay to place your hopes casually on them, especially it
Jela lowered his head silently, covering up the twitching that spread to the corners of his eyes.
It wants to say that it is unreliable.
Moreover, even if it has many similarities with the sub-beast as described by the old sub-beast, it is definitely not a sub-beast that can give birth to cubs!
After struggling with all this, Jera belatedly finally thought that it asked the old sub-orcs about the sub-beast, obviously to prove to them that it was not a sub-beast. After this experience, it seemed, probably , perhaps, it seems that this misunderstanding is more profoundly confirmed. Oh, how could this happen! Jela felt a little headache. It seems that in the future, even if it wants to clarify this misunderstanding, no one except Claire will believe it.
Jera felt its forehead being poked by a cold finger, "Hey, the wise man of the orc tribe has left. Why are you still dazed? The wise man has high hopes for you, so you have to work hard!" There was an element of fun in Claire's voice.
Unexpectedly, Jela, who was messy in the wind, fell to the ground after being poked like this.
There was a "bang", and a lump bulged on Jera's head. It got up from the ground and touched the burning and aching place: "Claire, what are you doing!"
Claire spread her hands innocently: "I didn't expect you to be so careless. Didn't we often play this game in the cave in Pascal's territory before? At that time, you were much smarter than you are now, and you didn't fall even once." Pass."
Jera looked at her with squinting eyes and disdain: "Why are we playing games together? You are obviously playing with me, okay? It's just that you weren't so over the top at that time. Aunt Claire, I found that you have become bad recently." , it seemed to have remembered something, and made a look of horror: "They say you are an orc, don't take it seriously, remember that you are actually a real female, don't imitate those rude males! Ouch! , why did you hit me again!"
Seeing Jela looking at her with tears in her eyes, as if she had done something unforgivable, Claire retracted her hand: "I just taught the bad children a lesson - bad children should be taught a lesson, right? Also?" —" She moved closer to Jela: "Anyway, I am an adult, and I can completely manage my own habits. But you have to be careful, don't accidentally think of yourself as a female, otherwise Mr. Pascal will do it in the future. But he will cause trouble for me."