"My father was in poor health and died within a few years. Orcs are loyal to each other, but my father never thought of looking for another brother after my father passed away. He was always depressed and died before I came of age..."
Yuan Heng paused and said, "The tribe was already empty, and it became even emptier after my father and dad left. I slept in different rooms every day, from one end to the other. After a year, there was still a room I hadn't slept in."
“…” Wang Jin listened silently to Yuan Heng’s narration, as if he really saw a little beastman living alone in an empty tribe, changing houses.
His heart ached, and he heard Yuan Heng continue: "In fact, it's not that I haven't thought about finding a way to solve this problem, but when I was old enough to understand, my family was the only one left in the tribe. My father told me that our ancestors tried every possible way, but nothing worked."
"At the beginning, the fertility rate of the entire race dropped, and the number of newborns decreased, especially the number of brothers. The orcs of the ancient orc tribe rarely communicated with other races, and they all looked for people of the same race. As the number of brothers decreased, many orcs were alone for their entire lives. Gradually, those orcs grew old and died, and the race became smaller and smaller, until only one tribe was left."
"My father told me that when he was born, there were still many people in the tribe, but most of them were elderly. My grandfather was also old when he had my father as his only child. The birth rate was getting lower and lower, making the newborns in the tribe become darlings... Often a family would pray for a child their entire lives but still not be able to. When my father was born, the entire tribe celebrated for a whole year, but later, those who celebrated died of old age. When I was born, there were only a few people left. I heard that they also celebrated, but it wasn't lively. It didn't last long, and after that, there was really no one left..."
"Brother Heng..." The man had never mentioned these things before. At this moment, these scenes were like uncovering a dusty seal, and slowly flowed into Wang Jin's mind under the man's low voice.
Wang Jin's eyes were sore. He could feel the sadness and despair of the entire race just by listening. He reached out and hugged the orc who was destined to be lonely since he spoke.
Yuan Heng buried his face in Wang Jin's arms, and said in a rare dull voice: "My father told me before he died that I am the last child of the ancient beastman tribe, and I may also be the last bloodline. I will most likely not have children in this life. My father also told me that the ancient beastman tribe can only communicate with brothers of their own race. Not only will I not have my own children in this life, I will not even have a brother to communicate with."
Yuan Heng's voice suddenly became much louder, as if he had been in the abyss of darkness and finally saw a little sunshine from the crack above: "I really want to tell my father that he is wrong, he is completely wrong."
“…” It was the first time that Wang Jin heard a man talk so much.
Yuan Heng let go of his hand, looked at Wang Jin with lingering eyes and said, "Not only do I have a child, but most importantly, I found an exceptionally good brother, better than any other brother in the world, better than my father."
"!" Wang Jin's heart began to beat uncontrollably. The man was really serious when he spoke sweet words.
"Of course the brother of my Xi family is the best." A male voice came from the door, and then Xi Ning pushed the door and walked closer, followed closely by Shan Bo.