By the time he regained consciousness again, it was already noon the next day, with a layer of hay under him, two animal skins on the hill, and a small fire burning not far away.

So the warmth he felt before was actually that fire?

He sat up with his body propped up, but the sharp pain in his arms and legs made his face turn pale unconsciously.

He cautiously looked at the wounds he had been wounded before, which had been coated with a layer of powdered medicine and no longer bled out.

He was a little touched in his heart, the witch doctor still loved them.

Look, isn't this here to treat him?

"Are you awake?" The voice of concern was remembered, and Jacob looked back, and couldn't help but be stunned.

He looked at Muli, who had a blue nose and swollen face: "You are... What's going on? ”

Muri shook his head and didn't speak, just sat silently on the side.

But the orcs around them couldn't see it, he lowered his voice, and his tone was full of grief and indignation: "Muli went to the patriarch to ask for fire in order to save you, and was beaten by those beasts, and then your wound was bleeding nonstop, and he went to the witch doctor for medicine powder for you, so..."

The orc didn't finish his words, but his eyes couldn't help but look at Kiri's right leg.

Jacob was shocked, but he also noticed the orc's eyes and looked at them.

The next moment, his pupils shrank, and his eyes seemed to be covered with ice: "They made it?" ”

His words were like words squeezed out of his teeth one by one, each note with the sound of teeth rubbing.

Kiri's right leg is broken...

His calves took on a very unnatural shape, and the orcs who often fought wild beasts in the forest could certainly tell that the leg bones of the wood were broken.

Jacob cried in pain: "Why, why did they do this to us? Are we not the people of the tribe of Nacha? ”

The orc who had just spoken laughed self-deprecatingly: "Clansmen? We're afraid we're not as useful as a giggle beast in their minds. ”

The entrance to the cave fell silent for a moment.

After a long time, Muli sighed: "We are not the time to be depressed, everyone tries to bring back some dead branches every time we go out to fetch snow, we have to work hard to survive." ”

Muli should have been the most desperate beast here, but now he comforted them in turn, which made the orcs who had just been immersed in loss and despair ashamed.

Their eyes became firm: "Don't worry, Muri, the next thing is left to us, we will definitely take care of these females and cubs, and we will live together." ”

What happened here, Nakula didn't know, he didn't even know that Muri had come to ask for fire and powder.

Even if an orc told him, he wouldn't have taken this little thing to heart.

As far as he is concerned, as long as some of the beasts are doing well, this year's food is so small, where can he make every beast have enough to eat?

And the witch doctor doesn't care even more, he can communicate with the existence of the beast god, a useless orc, where can he be bothered to be treated?

And it was precisely because of their indifference that this neglect gradually grew into a big hidden danger, which led to the final defeat of the Nacha tribe.

Of course, that's another story.

Nakula and the witch doctor, who were lying in their tents and munching on meat, would not have predicted that day.