Chapter 400

"Alas, in the final analysis, it is because this attack on humans failed."

"Look at what you said, it's the same as when we succeeded. My grandfather died in the last war, and my father had no choice but to inherit my grandmother before giving birth to me." An orc accidentally mentioned a bad habit among orcs. out.

"But that's not what they said. After fighting humans several times before, we were able to stay calm for a year or two. But this time we have to fight again just after we come back. It's really troublesome!"

"Well, what can be done depends on the chief."

At this time, Orson came to the door.

"Hello, is there a bonfire party inside?" Orson said hello to the orc at the door in the orc language he learned.

Orcish is similar to a dialect in the common language of the mainland, so it is not stressful to learn. Orcson taught himself Orcish out of curiosity before entering the Imperial Academy.

"Who are you?" An orc was stunned for a moment when he heard this language. After seeing that the other person's "bean sprouts" body shape was obviously different from the orcs, he immediately became vigilant.

"I'm telling you, orcs are not welcome here. Get out of here."

"Ah, that's really...a pity."

As Orson's words fell, several orc warriors guarding the door lost consciousness.

Orson touched the long sword in his hand and sighed helplessly.

"If you were willing to listen to me and let me in, you wouldn't have suffered such an unreasonable disaster."

Then, he held his sword and walked towards the center of the bonfire party.

Not all of the orc tribes are adult male warriors, there are also many women and children, and there are also some stunted low orcs, who are used as laborers and hard laborers.

Along the way, people kept trying to stop Orson, but no one could escape Orson's sword.

Finally, Orson came to the tribal chief.

The chief is just an orc with fifth-level strength. He is only slightly stronger than other orcs, and is incomparable to Orson.

Orson recognized the chief among the orcs.

The chief saw Orson walking towards him like a god of death from hell. He was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder split. He quickly ordered his men to surround him and kill Orson.

A group of orcs did gather around them, but none of them dared to approach Orson.

After all, the fate of their companions was at hand.

"You...you, say it nicely and don't use force." The orc chief said this and looked at Orson. "If I have done anything to offend you before, I apologize to you and please let my tribe go."

"Oh." Orson nodded and continued to walk towards the orc chief. "Then let me ask you, where is the food from the orc tribe that you stole today?"

"In the granary! In our tribe's granary, everything is stored..." With that said, the orc chief

He quickly pointed in one direction.

"Okay, thank you." Orson said, bowing politely to the orc chief.

The orc chief thought he had escaped, but then he felt dizzy.

The last thing he saw was Orson's shoes.

The other orcs were too frightened to say a word when they saw their chief being beheaded.

"I'll give you half an hour to move the food in the granary outside the tribe." Orson said. "If I can still see surplus grain in your granary within half an hour, you won't have to live anymore."

Seeing Orson's suffocating momentum, all the orcs present obeyed, and they obeyed obediently.

Half an hour later, sure enough, at the entrance of the tribe, all the food of the tribe was piled up.

Dried meat, preserved fruits, and dry food were piled together, three times more than what was confiscated by the orc tribe.

For this tribe, they can barely feed themselves, but they still have time to hold a bonfire party.

"Okay, thank you for your cooperation." Orson said, thanking the orcs.

"Now, let me take you on your last journey..."

Half an hour later, Orson stood at the door of the tribe, the sword in his hand still dripping with blood.

With his seventh-level strength, dealing with the orcs of this tribe was like a professional soldier beating a baby.

The only thing that can limit Orson's physical strength is that Orson is a physical and magician who can use magic to strengthen himself and offset it.

There's no way around it, sometimes you just have to be so desperate.

Cut the grass without eradicating its roots, but it will grow again when the spring breeze blows.

He couldn't always protect the orc tribe. If he let go of the orc tribe in front of him, a new leader would inevitably appear.

After the leader saw clearly about Alati's tribe and knew that Orson was gone, he would definitely take revenge on Alati's tribe.

And when the time comes, it will be the orcs who suffer.

As for why Orson did this?

Is it justice? Orson thought he was not.

In the desert, there is no so-called justice and evil, there is only survival, and survival is justice.

He wants to help Arati's orc tribe survive, that's all.

Orson also had no mercy on the orc women and children.

Without food, they will eventually die in pain from hunger. Even if they are rescued by other tribes, they will inevitably encourage other tribes to take action against Allah.

Rather than doing this, it is better to let their hatred stay on themselves.

Anyway, a lot of orcs have died because of him.

It doesn't matter if there are more of them. It's just the difference between doing it yourself and using someone else's hands.

After thinking about this, Orson lit a fire in his palm and burned the orc tribe in front of him.

On the other side, conflicts have already appeared in Arati's tribe.

Several young people were unwilling to go out hunting, but stayed in the tribe.

When the other men went out, they surrounded Arati's house instead.

"Chief, you have to give an explanation." A young man looked at Arati standing at the door with a bad tone. "Our food is gone, it's all your fault, right?"

"Although you apologized at the meeting, can this kind of thing be solved by an apology?!" Another young man stepped forward and pointed his finger at Attila, without a trace of respect in his heart.

Attila frowned.

Morent had gone out hunting with others. Now the people left in the village were either a group of women or a group of children, who had no ability to resist the young men in front of them.

Not to mention that some of them were holding weapons such as hammers and sticks.

"So what do you want to do?" Alati said, looking at the people at the door.

"Chief Alati, you have been in the position of chief for a long time. We are very grateful for your previous contributions to the tribe, but now, please step down." Seeing Alati asking, a young man felt that the time had come, so he walked out so swaggeringly.

"If I were to handle this incident, it would never become like this. I would definitely take care of the interests of the majority of the tribe as soon as possible, let them evacuate with supplies first, and then come back to find the separated people later, instead of wasting time on such meaningless things, and finally let the tribe run out of food."

"So your purpose is to make me step down?" Alati raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, old man, you should have stepped down long ago!"

At this time, Lena came out from behind Alati.

She stood in front of Alati, protecting Alati with both hands.

"You bastards! Aren't the lost people part of the tribe? What if we move away and they come back when we move away? What if the orcs come here and see the empty tribe and them?"

"Are we going to abandon those people just for the benefit of the majority of the tribe?!" Lena said this with criticism in her tone.

"Asshole! What are you talking about here! Don't you see that they can't come back!?" A young man retorted to Lena. "In the end, we got nothing, only a few corpses, and we are almost starving to death!"

"Isn't that because...isn't it because we don't know that they have had an accident..."

Seeing that they couldn't talk to Lena, several young men prepared to take tough measures.

A man came up with a club.

"If you don't want any accidents, just hand over the position of chieftain obediently, otherwise, I don't want any 'accidents'."

At this moment, he suddenly stepped on the young man's foot, and the young man screamed in pain, and then stretched out his hand to protect himself.

At this moment, the club fell to the ground instantly. Lena took the opportunity to pick it up and put it across her chest, turning into a protective posture.

"Lena, we usually treat you politely because we think you are a live treasure in the tribe. You are forcing us to attack you!" The young man said this, and he called several companions to come forward.

"You...you don't come over! We are all from the same tribe. Why can't we sit down and talk about it?" Although Lena had a weapon in her hand, she only used it to defend herself at this moment.

At this moment, a burst of footsteps suddenly came from behind.

Lena looked through the crowd and saw the familiar white cloak, showing a look of surprise.

"It's Brother Edward!" She said this and waved to Orson.

The young man looked at Orson who had returned to the tribe in surprise.

He was ready to take advantage of the opportunity to make trouble and rise to power after Orson, an outsider, walked away, but he didn't expect Orson to kill back.

"Didn't you leave?"

"Something happened to me and I wanted to come back to tell you, and then I saw this scene." Orson said this and smiled.

"I heard something interesting. The reason why the orcs came to check a day in advance seems to be that someone secretly tipped them off. I wonder who it was?"

Although Orson didn't say it clearly, it was obvious that the target was the leader of the group of opposition youths, the young man who was stepped on by Lena.

"You... don't talk nonsense, why do you slander others!"

"Slander others?" Orson heard this and looked in Lena's direction in confusion.

"Lena, did I say who it was just now?"

"Puff." Lena was amused when she heard this.

Then the young man became angry.

"F*ck, never mind, brothers, come on, beat this guy up! Let him know the consequences of meddling in other people's business!"

"Ah, big brother, be careful!" Lena said this, but within seconds of her words falling, several young orcs were lying on the ground wailing in pain.

"Heh, with this level, you still want to rebel?" Orson clapped his hands, tied up several young men with ropes, and clapped his own hands.

He didn't want to see blood in this tribe yet. At most, he would be a bit harsh on these traitors, but they were far from dead.

After processing this, Orson looked at Lena and Arati.

"Chief Arati, Lena, are you okay?"

"Well, it's okay." Lena shook her head, while Arati looked at the young people lying on the ground, his eyes full of doubts and confusion.

"...I didn't expect it." He passed Lena and came to the group of young people. "You are obviously students taught by me. I taught you literacy and reading. Why, why did you turn around and betray the tribe?!"

"Everyone in the tribe has not offended you, right? On the contrary, you are still regarded as the future of the tribe, why do you want to betray everyone? Is this your purpose to make everyone hungry?"

Saying this, Arati's tone was filled with sadness.

He never thought about it, like a big family,

The tribes that had helped each other for decades actually ended up causing trouble for Xiao Qiang.

"Or is it my position as the chief that you are interested in?!" Ala asked the leading young man.

But the other party just groaned in pain, and although he heard what Arati said, he didn't answer at all.

"If you feel that I am not good at what I do, you can tell me directly and want to take my place. As long as you show your ability to lead the tribe forward, I will naturally give way. Why do you have to use this method to force me?" What about stepping down?"

"Do you think you can lead the tribe well with the help of outsiders?"

Arati's tone gradually turned into disappointment.

"Forget it, let's wait until Morente and the others come back before we deal with you." With that said, he called a few women from the tribe and carried the group of people to the warehouse to prepare for the public trial in the evening.

Then, he looked at Orson.

"Mr. Edward, I don't know why you came back this time? Is the map not clear? But I'm very sorry, this is the map we usually use."

"That's not the reason." Upon hearing this, Orson quickly shook his head. "I came here this time because I found an orc tribe not far away. That tribe was burning a fire. It should be the tribe that stole your food."