After the worship, the man seemed to be in a bad mood. He stood up expressionlessly and turned a switch at the side. The stone wall of the cave turned open, revealing countless small holes chiseled out inside, and porcelain jars were placed in the holes.
It looks like a cemetery.
"What are these?" Wang Jin walked over and stood beside Yuan Heng. The sudden appearance of so many porcelain jars made his scalp tingle.
"These are all the members of my White Tiger Wing tribe..."
"!"Urn?! All the tribesmen? Does this mean that all the tribesmen except the man, the White Tiger Wing Tribe, are dead
Wang Jin was stunned, and saw the man kneeling down at a wall where two porcelain jars were placed, and bowed to them several times. Wang Jin didn't know whose ashes the two jars contained, but he instinctively followed suit and bowed.
After the ceremony, the man looked at the two porcelain jars, pursing his lips again and again until they became a line... After a long time, he finally spoke in silence: "Father, Dad..."
His voice was so low and hoarse that it made people feel inexplicably uncomfortable.
Wang Jin looked at the two porcelain jars in surprise.
He knew the man was an orphan, but he didn't expect that his relatives were already...
Wang Jin hurriedly bowed several more times devoutly. The man softened his gaze and looked at the two jars of ashes, as if he saw his parents in front of him.
The man didn't say anything, and Wang Jin didn't dare to speak at this moment. The only sound in the cave was the whistling wind, which seemed desolate and sad.
Wang Jin's heart was like a turbulent wave, completely in chaos.
The orcs in the orc world live by their tribe. They are where the tribe is. Only with the tribe can they have a sense of belonging to the tribe. This sense of belonging cannot be given by a small family... It is the root of an orc's heart.
Although the man is now a member of the Danmu tribe, he is still an orc of the White Tiger Wing tribe. The White Tiger Wing tribe is the tribe of men and the root of men...
But if all the members of the White Tiger Wing Clan died except him, it would be equivalent to the extinction of his clan... If the clan is extinct, the roots of a man will be gone...
Wang Jin finally understood why Yuan Heng looked so heavy when he came in.
Coming to see the tomb of one's own tribe... How could it not be heavy?!
Wang Jin looked at the man. The man's brows softened, and his handsome face became even more dazzling because of his softening, making people unable to take their eyes away.
He seemed no different from usual, but Wang Jin could feel the aura of loneliness emanating from him. That aura lingered around him, as if isolating him in a world of his own and no one around him could get close to him.
Wang Jin felt inexplicably nervous. He stood up, wanting to get closer to the man and break into his world. However, his knees, which had been kneeling for so long, went limp the moment he stood up. Wang Jin cried out in surprise and was about to fall to the ground, but the man next to him grabbed him with one hand and pulled him into his arms.
"You little brother, if I don't look at you, you will fall down right where you are."
His voice was filled with helplessness and doting, just like usual, but the loneliness lingering between his brows could not be removed.
He had a very tall and majestic figure, and his physique was many times stronger than his, but Wang Jin felt that men nowadays were so fragile and in need of protection and comfort.