The wheel of time kept moving forward, he carved the lines of life on everyone's body, every wrinkle was a trace left by him, no one would have thought that this time, on the eighth day of departure, the old orc Gribaschen fell without warning, this incident made the hearts of the orcs of the entire Raitu tribe extremely heavy, and everyone's gloomy face was like a rainy day in early summer. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

At noon that day, the old orc Gribaschin, who seemed to feel that something was wrong with his body, was still riding on an argali, pointing to the gray mountains in the distance, and telling the orc children beside him: "Look, Og, we only have to cross the great mountain in front of us to see our home." ”

"Ah, great, we're going home, I'm kind of craving the sweet potatoes in our swamp. When a werewolf child of the orc clan who was following behind Gribaschen heard Gribaschin's words, he immediately jumped up excitedly, turned his head and shouted to his mother who was walking in the line not far away: "Grandma, grandma, we are about to go home!"

When the orcs of the Raitu tribe in the team heard the shouts of the orc children, their mouths also grew up, and their eyes showed a light of hope, and they all wanted to look ahead together, as if the endless wasteland in front of them was their home, and joy infected everyone in the tribe. The orcs who had joined the tribe from outside were also pulled together to look at the gray mountains in the distance, and there were always enthusiastic orcs around them telling of the rich drowning moor, how abundant the products were, and how pleasant the climate was.

However, at this time, Gribaschin's face suddenly became a little solemn, and he drove the argali, under his crotch, to stop. Tried to jump off the argali, but his body shook on the back of the argali. His hands gripped the reins, and sweat broke down on his wrinkled old face. Og on the side ran up. He stood aside and helped Gribatiin down from the argali.

"Help me to the side of the stone and do it, so I can catch my breath. I'm old, and my body is useless!" Gribaschen patted the rough arm of the orc child Og, and said with satisfaction: "It is still the child who eats meat to grow stronger, seeing that your arms are so thick, you will also be a brave person like Kuz and Jijia in the future, we orc werewolves have always been a people known for their bravery." ”

"Got it, Grandpa!" Og helped Gribschen to the stone.

Gribaschen patted Og's hand. Said slowly: "Help me call Kuzi and Jijia over, and your sister Geril, oh, I'll rest here for a while, you can go!"

When we arrived, the old orc Gribastian sat cross-legged under the shadow of the great stone, his face was like gold paper, the wrinkles on his forehead had been scattered, and his glasses were bright. Very kindly beckoned us to sit down. There is a very old rumor among the orc tribe that once the forehead lines on the forehead of the old people are scattered, it is the hand of the god in charge of life and death under the beast god who has pressed on his head to take them back to the arms of the orcs. At this time. The old man who was about to die came into contact with the power of the gods, and at this time they had a quarter of an hour, and they were extremely energetic. The mind is extremely clear-headed, which also means that the time has come to arrange the aftermath.

There have even been rumors. Some powerful shamans comprehend the heavens at this moment before they die, but the rumors are not credible.

At this time. When it was time to rest, the ranks stopped, the argali, the argali, and the orcs gathered together to rest for a while. With these more than 100 argali, the orcies in the tribe can take turns riding argali, which can save a lot of physical strength. The current Lai Tu tribe has taken in more than 400 fleeing orcs along the way.

The vast majority of these orcs are women, some of them still have children, and a small number of them are old orcs, when the men of their tribe go to the depths of the wasteland to hunt, they did not expect that their homes were occupied by zombies crawling out of the swamp of death, these orcs have no choice but to walk and flee along the way, and live on digging wild vegetables in the wasteland all day long. It was the old orc Gribaschen who had taken in these hungry yellow-skinned orcs in the first place, and walked all the way back from the town of Gurudin, just to return home. They were full of gratitude to the old orcs.

Everyone had faith in their new lord, the great-grandson of the orc shaman, Master Kulepaulos, a very gifted hunter and a warrior who dared to fight the fierce beast wind wolf at such a young age, and was able to enter the wasteland alone to hunt the wind-like demon antelope, and the orcs in the team were very receptive to this new leader. In particular, the original orcs of Laitu have followed Kuz from the northern wasteland to the present, and after the leader of Laitu abandoned them, in fact, the tribe of Laitu has been under the management of Elder Gribatichin, but almost all the orcs believe that Kuz is the new leader of the Laitu tribe.

Seeing that Geril was sitting on the side and couldn't cry, Gribash squeezed Gerile's hand and said with a smile: "Geril is already a big girl, but it's a pity that Grandpa couldn't see you marry with his own eyes, but you look handsome, very similar to your grandmother who died early, there are many young men in the tribe who secretly like you, and these grandpas see it in their eyes." You are kind, cheerful and lively by nature, and you are destined to have a happy life. ”

Gribaschen stroked Geril's head, comforting his little granddaughter, and then looked up at Kuz on the side, with an expectant look in his eyes. Kuzi was stunned for a moment, and was speechless for a while, and at this time, the people around Gribaschen also looked at Kuzi with his gaze, and suddenly Kuzi's face turned red, and a slight sweat soaked in his head, and his face was embarrassed, and he turned around and fled.

Gribaschen wanted to beckon him back, but his hand stretched out halfway, but he changed his mind, withdrew his hand, and then looked up at me, at this time, I felt that the eyes of the old orc seemed to be able to see through a person's heart, like the old Kuru at a certain moment, he looked at me carefully from top to bottom, and the puzzled look in his eyes became more and more serious, and he saw me more and more hairy.

"How do you feel now?" I asked cautiously, "Is it not feeling well, Kuz and I have acquired a lot of rare magical herbs along the way." It just so happened that we received a few mature cistanche plants a few days ago, and this thing may help your body a little. ”

At this time. Sister Guoguo also rushed over, and the orcs knew that she was a great magician. For the mages of the human race, the orcs were in awe and moved out of the way. Sister Guoguo walked over quickly, squatted beside me and asked, "How is it?

With a light touch of her hand, a cloud of water element had already condensed in her palm, and I felt a very dizzy feeling at this time, and I felt that the flow rate of time and space suddenly became extremely slow, and under such a strange time flow rate, all the orcs around me were in a state of stagnation. Only Sister Guoguo in front of her was moving normally, and she also looked at me in surprise at this time, and the surprised look in her eyes was the same as that of old Kuru at the beginning. But she didn't have time to talk to me, and in this state, she couldn't hold on for long, so she calmed down, drew a beautiful magic pattern circle in her hand, and chanted a lengthy spell in her mouth, just as the spell and the circle were about to end. This strange flow of time suddenly disappeared without a trace, and everything was back to normal.

Ah! It must have been "Time Stagnation" just now, I said, how do you feel so familiar! The magic skill that Sister Guoguo just cast must be extremely cumbersome, otherwise "Time Stagnation" would never be activated. Combine magic spells and magic circles perfectly to be able to cast magic successfully. A rich water element poured into Gribaschin's body with the vitality of life.

"Hydrotherapy!"

Sister Guoguo, who is a water auxiliary magician, during her magician apprenticeship. When she was an apprentice of a seventh-level mage, she practiced her first magic skill, "Water Bomb Technique", but when she was at level nine. After her water elemental magic affinity reached the requirement, she gave up comprehending the ice magic "Ice Condensation". Instead, he took the path of an auxiliary water magician.

However, the spell full of restoring power fell on Gribaschin's body, and there was no response at all. Sister Guoguo's face changed slightly, and she was about to perform it again, but she was stopped by Gribaschin, the old orc waved his hand and shook his head and said: "It's useless, don't waste mana in vain, although I haven't been promoted to a real shaman in this life, but I have been an orc witch doctor for decades, and no one knows my own body better than me in this world." ”

"If you compare everyone to a jar of water, the two children of Kuzi and Jijia are like a clay tire in the shaping period, no one knows how big the jar of the two of them will be until the last moment, and the girl you are almost filling the jar with water that you are not filled with water, and one day you will find that you will encounter an insurmountable bottleneck, and I am actually a broken jar with holes everywhere, and the jar is already full of cracks, even if you pour more water, you can't keep a drop! Hehe, what do I have to regret when I live at this age!"

The old orc Gribaschin's expression was calm, his eyes were full of pity and love, he looked at Geril who threw himself in his arms, and said calmly: "Don't always be lazy in the future, be diligent, and don't have too tough personalities, although we orc girls don't know how to be gentle, but we must be sensible, the so-called love and hate must be clear, as long as you think it's right, you must stick to it." ”

Grile choked and nodded, Gribaschen looked at me again, his eyes suddenly became very bright, and then that clear look appeared in his eyes, his expression slowly became a little excited, maybe his breathing was not smooth, he gasped for a few breaths and then coughed continuously, and it was only after a while that he finally calmed down, and at this time there was still a trace of purple blood on the corner of his mouth.

He looked at me and said pointedly, "I finally kind of understand...... Why did those gray dwarves fall under the javelins of these women of the Raytu tribe, I always thought that, as the chick said, victory was built by piling up gold coins, hahahaha, this is really a good reason!

I felt as if the old orc Gribaschen had seen a secret in me, and just as I was worried about it, I heard him say, "I know, I know." I only hope that one day in the future, when Gřilı is in distress, you will help her in the light of how well we have been together today. ”

"I promise you, when I have the ability, I will do it!" I hurriedly agreed.

"That's good. That's good!" Gribaschen smiled reassuringly, his body already showing that he was running out of oil. The eyelids kept drooping, but they never closed their eyes.

The reason for this. I know he still can't let go of Geril, but where did Kuz go at this time? The surrounding area is already full of orcs from the Laitu tribe, and the orc werewolves are very quiet when facing death, because they always believe that the beast god will send the divine envoy to lure them back to the beast god's side, and they are afraid of offending the divine envoy, so they are so quiet. The orcs were not around the boulder, humming a song that had a faint sad taste of the wasteland.

"It's time to give up, love and hate go with the wind. Go home, never cry again, leave with love, reunite in heaven, sound again, the melody of the requiem, it's time to forget, everything goes with the wind, let everything go to zero. Love and Hate Finally Settle ......"

The faint parting sorrow in the song infects everyone in the tribe, and I even secretly envy that if one day I will die, I also hope that someone will miss me like this. Just when I was thinking cranky. The sound of eager running rang out from far to near, and I turned my head to see Kuz running eagerly with a roll of luggage.

When he saw the sweaty Kuz, he ran in front of the old orc Gribaschin. The old orc, already weakened, finally raised his head again, his eyes shining with hope. His lips were shaking, but he couldn't make a sound. At this time, he looked very old. Even a strong wind would take him away.

Kuz knelt down in front of the old orc, slowly opened the luggage roll in his arms, it turned out to be a brand new demon antelope skin, he hesitated a little, as if he was organizing his own language, and then smashed his chest with his fist, plucked up enough courage for himself, raised his head and looked at the old orc and said firmly: " Although I am still two months away from attending the tribal rite of passage, I would like to say to you at this time: I want to marry Geril as my wife, I beg you to marry her to me, I am willing to use this demon antelope skin as my dowry, and I swear that I can make her happy for the rest of her life!"

Although the words are short, the words are sonorous and powerful, and they come from the heart.

When Geril heard Kuz's words, he cried even more fiercely, and looking at her red and swollen eyes, I felt that this girl was really pitiful.

The old orc Gribaschen listened to Kuz's words, and finally showed a smile of satisfaction, and he laughed proudly and said: "I don't care if you attend any coming-of-age ceremony or not, nor do I want any precious dowry, in my eyes, nothing is more important than the happiness of my little granddaughter, you make this vow before me, I hope you will keep it in mind." ”

The old orc looked at me again, and then said with a little pleading, "I want someone to be here as a witness!"

I had been sitting next to me, very close to Gribatis, and I had just noticed that the old orc had been trying his best to prolong his life, because this last thing had not yet been done, and her little granddaughter had not yet found a place to rely on, and he could not go with regrets. At this time, the old orc was no longer breathing, he relied on the breath in his chest to support, I saw this situation, my heart was so soft, without a moment of hesitation, I nodded and agreed: "I will be a witness!"

Gribaschen finally looked up and laughed, put Geril's hand into Kuz's big hand, and said three times in succession: "Good! good!

I thought to myself that the old orc had not been able to bring the people of the Raytu tribe back to the drowning pool, and had died on the way. Like Meyana the Wise, he had a compassionate and kind heart, and if it weren't for the ties of the tribe, perhaps he would have walked alone in the wasteland like Meyana the Wise, teaching the orcs how to survive.

Kuz and Gzhile and I dug a pit on the side of the boulder with our own hands, wrapped the corpse of the old orc in the dowry of Kuz, the skin of the demon antelope, tied it with straw rope and put it into the pit, filled it with soil, and then moved the big stone to it, and carved a mark on the stone. In order to make it easier to find it when you have the opportunity to worship in the future.

Gribaschen walked away lightly, and after he had found a way out for the entire Laytu tribe, he walked quietly.

He left Kuz with a helpless orc girl and an entire orc tribe. Left a strong backer for the Laytu tribe.

I stood up and looked at the pale gray mountains in the distance, which were said to be behind the eastern edge of the Death Swamp, where the Death Swamp met with the fault zone and the Yelian Mountains to form a very complex hilly area, which was also the three-way junction connecting the western wilderness, the death swamp, and the depths of the wasteland.

In the distance, on the horizon were a few reined horses, and behind the knights on the horses was dusty.

Sister Guoguo stood beside me, frowning and shielding her hands from the dazzling sunlight, looking into the distance, and then said to me, "It's Viru, they're back!"

Viru left in the morning, and didn't return until dusk with the Storm Chasers on fast horses. The horses were very fast, and they rode their horses wildly, so it only took one day to complete the journey that our large army would have to walk in a week, and they went to the drowning berth of the Death Swamp, and brought back the news of the drowning berth. (To be continued.) )