Eventually, the basket in his hand loosened with repeated swings, and finally spread out after one shake, like a flower withering in the snow.

A wry smile appeared on the corner of the orc's mouth, looking at the fierce timber wolves around him, and his body fell to the ground.

There were already several bloody wounds on his arms and legs, and the blood was constantly flowing out, attracting the timberwolves around him, making them more and more impatient.

And when the orc's body fell down, a timber wolf also took the opportunity to pounce, and the orc's numb and sore arm couldn't exert any strength.

And as the timberwolves approached, he could even see the sharp fangs in the wolf's mouth...

"Whoa~whoa~~" Suddenly, a timberwolf's scream came, and the orc instantly opened his eyes.

His heart was suddenly full of hope, could it be that the people came out to save him?

But to his disappointment, there were no clansmen around, no familiar figures.

"Jacob, what's the fuss, come in quickly." A familiar voice came, and although Accord couldn't believe his ears, he still managed to turn over and retreat towards the cave with the last bit of strength.

It was only then that he noticed that a long wooden stick was sticking out a little higher up in the cave, and a piece of animal skin was tied to it, and there were flames jumping on it, giving off a foul smell.

And half of the timberwolf's face just now had been burned off by the fire stick, and he was retreating to a short distance with his tail between his legs and screaming, which seemed to be not lightly injured.

The surrounding orcs were also afraid of the red dangerous thing, and they didn't dare to approach it for a while.

This also gave the orc time, and he was short enough to burrow through the hole.

And the next moment he got in, the stone at the entrance of the cave was also pushed by the orcs inside, blocking the entrance of the cave again.

Outside the cave, only the palm-sized skin was still burning until it was extinguished.

When Jacob entered the cave, he realized that it was Muli who had just gone out with him to fetch snow and had just saved him with a fire stick.

Because the long stick that had just been carrying the burning animal skin was still beside him.

The timberwolves outside the cave were still howling and roaring from time to time, and the sound of them scratching at the stones could be heard.

But this has nothing to do with the orcs who returned to the cave, and the stone that blocked the entrance to the cave was specially found by the orcs, and every tribe has a stone like this.

None of the orcs' claws could destroy it.

"I'm going to call the witch doctor." Looking at Jacob's bleeding arms and legs, the wood stood up solemnly.

Jacob's face turned pale and he grabbed him, because of the force, the blood from the wound was bleeding even more: "Don't go, the witch doctor won't come." ”

After Jacob's words, the surrounding orcs were silent, and they also knew that they who lived on the outskirts of the cave were not taken seriously, and the witch doctor really did not care whether they lived or died.

But Muri glanced at Jacob, broke free of his arm, and walked into the cave.

As the minutes ticked by, Jacob's wounds continued to ooze blood, staining the ground beneath him red.

He felt his body getting colder and colder, colder than when he had just fetched snow outside the cave.

In his daze, he heard a sound of footsteps, and after a moment he felt his body warm, and then fell into a coma.