Luo Lan kept silent about what happened at that time, in fact, among her classmates, the only one who knew her true strength was Bumansha, and the night spirit was about half. The image of the others is probably that although Luo Lan doesn't use swords often, he is very good at swordsmanship.

After Luo Lan fed a [Golden Maple Candy], coupled with the previous treatment, Niya quickly got better, and recovered after two days, I have to say that orcs do have an advantage over humans in the system.

The next day, when she woke up in the morning, Nia tried to move, and she was the only one in the room, feeling well, and she got dressed and ready to go out to have a look.

When I opened the thick curtain, I was greeted by a slightly glaring sky, and it took several seconds to get used to it.

This is where the cave lions live, and there are a number of other grey tents around her tent, which are larger than those of the Giethoorn. The lion's mane is generally more than 2 meters tall, while the average height of the sheep's horn is about 1.6 meters, and the size of the things used is one circle larger.

Around the tent were a small number of women and children of the Lion's Mane tribe, some of whom were making fires for cooking, others were thumping the grains of wheat and detasseling, and these Lion-Mane Orcs would grow small amounts of wheat.

Unfortunately, these wheat grains are very small, and it seems that the harvest is not good.

There was a sound of metal clashing in the distance, and Nia walked over when she heard the sound, and the lion-mane orcs on the road did not stop them, but humbly stepped out of the way, pulling the curious child to prevent him from disturbing the horned girl.

Nia turned around several tall tents, and a clearing came into view, surrounded by a low fence, in which two orcs were competing. They were armed with large axes and wore thick iron armor with many scratches and small grooves on the armor, which should have been quite old, but it was well maintained.

The two of them attacked back and forth in the clearing, and at this time it was already the end, and both sides did not have much physical strength, and they had to take a breath after each attack before the next attack. There was a circle of orcs around, some cheering, some cheering, and some beating giant drums.

Nia turned her gaze and soon spotted the dark-haired figure. Compared to the tall and mighty lion-mane orcs around her, the girl's body was too weak. She sat on a nearby table, next to an old shaman, who seemed to be talking about something, and soon she waved her hand to this side, beckoning Nia to come over, and the competition in the arena finally came to an end.

By the time Nia reached the platform, there was a cheer in the arena, and a crowd embraced the winner, handing him a huge roasted pig's trotter. He took a bite heartily, followed by a burst of cheers, and the eyes of many orc girls were full of adoration and infatuation.

"Lord Loran, what do you think of Layton, he is the most powerful warrior in the younger generation of our clan, and now he also has the strength of Sequence 5. Let him be your retinue, and it should not detract from your majesty. The old shaman asked Lorraine Hill next to him.

The black-haired girl was wearing a black dress, and she was wearing a smoke-colored delicate pendant on her chest, and her soft and transparent black eyes seemed to be unable to see a trace of deception and concealment, and that kind of sincerity and purity seemed to be able to reach the bottom of her heart.

She understood what the old shaman meant, and although she was an entourage, she also hoped to learn something from herself, even if it was a little edification, less impatient, and a little more patient.

Orcs are unruly, the more brutal and powerful the race, the more so, if you are not strong and can't beat him, he will think that everything you say is useless nonsense. On the contrary, if you can fully convince the opponent in terms of strength, then he will take what you say as a guideline.

In the past two days, Loraine Hill has talked a lot with the old shaman, learning a lot about the situation of the orcs over the years, as well as the migration and evolution of the past. Among them, many of them are sad and difficult, which makes people not only sigh, but it turns out that not only the rabbit-eared tribe, but also the orcs on the grassland are not doing well.

Food has always been scarce, but livestock produce mostly fur and dairy products, which make it difficult to fill their stomachs, and they even occasionally eat grass because of the lack of vegetables and fruits. It's literally grazing. had to be temporarily relegated from a humanoid intelligent creature to a beast to barely live.

Under the persecution of hunger, there have always been various conflicts between the tribes of the orcs, over pasture, food, goods, and so on. If you are hungry, you will even eat the corpses of your enemies.

Due to the physical differences between orcs, they do not have the same great empathy as humans, and their consistent barbarism makes this behavior not too repulsive.

Although the shamans had jointly declared many years ago that they would never be allowed to eat the corpses of their own kind, this cruel practice still plays out in some remote corners. When life is in question, it's hard to hold everyone to be ethical. What the village chief of the rabbit-eared tribe was worried about back then was not a conjecture, but something that actually happened.

Over the years, as trade with the outside world has increased, the grain brought in from the south has alleviated this situation, and it is only then that the precarious moral standard can be maintained.

There have also been attempts to grow more crops to harvest food, but it has been difficult to achieve this.

First, the land is barren, the orcs have very low agricultural knowledge and level, low yields, and it is easy to desertify the land.

Second, the destruction of other tribes, don't overestimate the morality of others, out of jealousy and greed, many other tribes will take advantage of your harvest to fight the autumn wind, or even sabotage.

A year's hard work can be destroyed with just one torch.

It is impossible to unite, because you are not the same tribe as you, and when you are strong, you will only come to invade and rob the pastures and belongings of the people around you. Your strength will only bring them harm. There is innate rejection among the orc tribes, and it is no wonder that after the collapse of the Wild Fang Empire, those winged tribes did not recognize these relatives in the north at all, and instead formed the Falcon Nation with humans.

If it weren't for the strong pressure from the human realm around the grassland, these orc tribes would have fought with each other a long time ago.

The scarcity of resources and food has made the internal strife between the orcs like a dark fire that will never be extinguished, although it is not large, but it has burned away the warmth between each other, leaving only anxiety and restlessness. Like a beast trapped in a cage, chasing its tail frantically, only in this way will it consume energy so that the population will not grow rapidly and destroy this fragile situation.

Attacking humans is such a thing, maybe there were orcs dreaming of this kind of thing thousands of years ago, but now the orc shaman who is a little more rational will strictly prohibit it, the total number of orcs on the ancient Fea grassland is only more than 30 million, and there are nearly 2 billion humans on the western continent, and the high-level transcendents are also crushed, and the orcs have long dared not stimulate the sensitive nerves between this race.

So, when will this difficult dilemma come to an end?