"Being ...... Forgotten tribes?"

Turning his head to look at the butterfly who was a little confused, the old man suddenly smiled like a child: "It's that they all moved away." ”

Butterfly nodded inexplicably, and remained silent again, because she really didn't know what to say.

Maybe it's because the old man hasn't seen other orcs for a long time, or maybe it's because he just said that he sighed and felt a little more relieved.

This old shaman, who is silent and feared by everyone, began to take the initiative to talk to Die'er at this time.

"He's your friend?"

Die'er shook her head and nodded: "Sort of." ”

"Hehe, if it's here, it's hard for him to live, and if it's in human territory, it's hard for you to live. ”

"He's coming from there, looking for a place with a lot of orcs, but ...... There are a lot of orcs here......"

There was an unknown emotion in the old man's eyes, but he still maintained a smile on his face: "It's a lot, but they are all asleep." ”

"Okay, you can walk around, in the Southern Continent, all places are orcs, don't worry about being discovered, but don't run too far, there are traps around the tribe, old man, I stayed up all night, I'm going to sleep." ”

Butterfly's big eyes blinked and blinked, and only after the old man left did she stroll around with some restraint.

She was curious about everything here, not so much that he didn't know much about the orcs, but that she didn't know much about the world.

The only orc she'd seen before coming to the South Continent was her mother, and she hadn't left the cabin in years.

Aside from Brandi, her father, Captain Pete, and her glowing human brother, she didn't know any other humans.

Everything she comes into contact with is told to her by her father, but her father says very little every time, as if he doesn't want her to know more about human beings.

By the way, when her mother was still alive, she also knew some of the ship's sailors, but then they all died, and they died with their mother.

Almost all the orcs in the tribe are rat people, and there are also a small number of rabbit people, for them, the appearance of a butterfly man is also a relatively novel thing.

Aside from the annual caravanserais, they rarely see orcs of other races at other times.

They looked at the butterfly with light wings, and they all showed kind eyes, and the butterfly was a little shy, but still nodded to them.

The tribe near the sea was so large that only this part of it was inhabited, but in the woods and cols around the tribe, the butterflies could clearly detect a trace of life.

She didn't understand what was going on, and she didn't dig too deep, because she understood that this was not her home, but where was her home?

After lunch, Butterfly wants to visit Brandy, but the nezumi tells her that it's a critical stage, so don't go in and bother just yet.

Butterfly had no choice but to leave and continue to wander around the tribe, which was very close to the coastline, because the trees blocked the sea breeze and could not come here, but the smell of the sea still spread.

The butterfly sniffed lightly, and her wings stirred into the woods, but this time she never landed, and no trap was triggered.

When she heard the sound of the waves, and saw a touch of blue through the gaps in the leaves, the corners of her mouth finally curled.

The butterfly landed lightly on the beach, its wings folded and its arms spread out, feeling the sea breeze.

She took a deep breath, the salty taste flowed into her lungs, and the familiar feeling returned, perhaps after so many years of habit, she still felt that the sea brought her more peace of mind.

Like a child, Butterfly took off her cloak, kicked off her boots, and began to chase the waves, leaving footprints on the sand.

If the old man was here, he would be a little speechless, because not all butterflies don't like water.

Butterfly, who was getting happier and happier, also picked up a lot of shells, and heard her father say that he gave a string of shell necklaces back then, and her mother agreed to leave with him.

She covered the beautiful shells with her cloak, and the footprints were washed clean by the waves.

When her cloak was almost gone, Butterfly looked at the sky and saw that a dark cloud was spreading from the sea towards the tribe, and she ran to her boots, trying to get back before it rained.

Suddenly, Butterfly felt a pain in her feet, as if she had been stung by something, she hurriedly flew off the ground and looked at the soles of her feet, there was no bleeding, only a little broken skin.

Then she looked back at the ground, where a somewhat sharp stone had been buried by the sand, revealing only a small point.

Butterfly held the cloak in one hand and picked it out in confusion with the other.

It was a rough stone that looked like a spearhead or spearhead, but with a blade of grass crudely carved on it, and the butterfly blinked, thinking it was okay, and stuffed it into her cloak.

At night, dull thunder rattled and downpours fell.

After dinner, Butterfly sat alone on the bed and carefully picked out the shells she thought were more beautiful, and the stone was set aside by her.

Outside the house, Brandi walked under the eaves step by step, with a long sword on his back and a wooden staff in his hand.

The pain in his right leg caused him to stop every few steps to rest, and the nezumi shaman told him in human language that although the water snake was inconspicuous, it had half the blood of a demonic beast.

The most painful thing about its toxin is not death, but torture.

Although his leg was saved, he no longer wanted to be able to walk normally, this pain would diminish after the medicine, but it would not go away, and as long as he lived, he would have to endure the pain all the time.

Because of the pain, Brandi broke out in a cold sweat, and his teeth clenched together, "Since I survived, it proves that the gods still gave me a chance, what about the pain, I must not let Honoris destroy his hands!"

Brandi's hand joints were a little white, and the rain was soaking his trouser legs, and he endured it for a while, but finally knocked on Butterfly's door.

"How are you?" Butterfly looked at Brandi with some surprise.

"Hehe, at least you can go, you picked up the shells?"

"It's not for you!" Butterfly glared at her treasure.

The muscles on Brandy's face relaxed, then smiled, "What do I want that thing for?"

Die'er moved a chair for him in disbelief, and the two remained silent.

"I have something to tell you. ”

"I have something to say to you. ”

Brandi raised her eyebrows and motioned for Butterfly to speak first.

"You...... Aren't you looking for a place where there are a lot of orcs? There are a lot of orcs here, so you ...... Just stay here. ”

"You're leaving, you're going to find Iri?" said Brandy's eyes with a smile in his eyes.

Butterfly was just fiddling with the shells and didn't answer.

"Coincidentally, I was planning to let you stay here, there are a lot of orcs here, but there aren't enough. ”

Butterfly looked up at him silently, the two looked at each other, and Brandi shrugged: "Okay, whatever you want." ”

....................................

After half a month of recuperation, Brandi finally didn't have to continue to apply that green potion, and the pain in his right leg had also decreased a little, but it really didn't disappear completely, so that in addition to the long sword, he had to carry an extra wooden staff with him.

On this day, two fast horses were tethered to the door of the orc tribe, and Brandi was checking that the ropes on the horses were fastened.

Butterfly, on the other hand, tightened the cloth bag on her body, waiting for the old man to speak.

"You've really decided to go?"

"Hmm!" Butterfly nodded heavily.

"Thank you for your care and treatment, and if I can come back alive, I mean thank you in person next time. Brandi turned around and thanked him with human courtesy.

He was grateful to the nezumi, but he couldn't stay here for long, how much time could a man have in his life? What he wanted to do, he had already put his whole life into it.

The sound of the horse's hooves faded away, leaving only two almost invisible backs.

The old man sighed, he was very old, but he still remembered the story his grandfather had told.

At that time, it was full of orcs, living and working together, and later, everyone moved away, and only their small branch remained here.

This is their home, why should they leave?

The old man shook his head, and finally returned to the tribe with his hands behind his back.

When Brandi and the others left the tribe, in the office of Scarborough School of Magic and Wizardry, Cassia put down the book in his hand and raised his eyelids.

He didn't expect that it would be Butterfly who would get Lana's spear tip in the end, and his vision penetrated countless obstacles, and he saw two fast horses, all the way to the south.

Cassia's fingers moved, but nothing happened, just like the mark he left on the tip of the spear, in fact, he didn't have any special abilities, and he couldn't get anything good except for the ability serum back then.

The only function of the sigil is to inform him that someone has obtained the tip of the spear, but since it is a butterfly......

Cassia shook his head, this opportunity is owed first, because he doesn't know what Die'er needs, and maybe even Die'er himself doesn't know what he needs.

Then Cassia sank his face, and his whole person looked a little terrifying, and he stared at Ainita and Dinah who were standing in front of their desk.

"I thought elves were very polite. ”

Ainita and Dinah kept their heads down and didn't dare to speak.

Cianming slapped the table on the table: "How many times have I said it? Isn't it clear what the House Rules are written about? Except for the garbage disposal area, it is forbidden to use the garbage sorting charm anywhere!"

"Are you taking my words as a deaf ear, or are you using the House Rules as toilet paper!?"

"Now, now, go out and use the revival magic to restore the ruined turf to me, or I won't have to eat dinner!"