I became friends with the Queen, and I called her: "Madara." "It's a beautiful flower that blooms both night and day.

I told Madara, "I'm lucky to know you, I thought I was the only one left in this world. You are now my only companion with whom I can communicate my heart. ”

Madara told me that she would teach me orc language and that communication would comfort us. She arranged for me to stay in a tent with the old orc Bart for the time being, and that the inverted triangular building could only be inhabited by the queen and the women and children. The warriors shall dwell in tents.

Bart was a cripple, his body covered in scars from sharp blade cuts, and he was indeed a survival experienced orc, and I pointed to my mouth to show him my chapped lips.

Bart immediately understood, picked up a clay pot in the corner of the tent and handed it to me, and I drank the water from the jar. Bart thought I must be hungry and hungry, so he looked at me and put his palm in his mouth to make a biting motion, signaling if I wanted to eat, I waved my hand and refused, my body was made of a steam machine. All I need is water vapor to move.

I said to Bart, "On the way here, I saw a long corridor of tents with a lot of crawling beast babies in it, why?"

"I'll show you, that place is where warriors were born. Bart said.

There is also bloody slaughter between orc tribes, and in such a difficult world to survive, orcs have to learn to grow up like wild beasts cannibalizing each other when they are young. As soon as the infant survives lactation, the elders carry it away from its mother, and they are grouped together in a tent that resembles a long corridor.

The long tents were covered with furs infested with worms, and rats scurried over the remains of dead babies in search of new food or food for animal babies. Hungry babies have developed sharp teeth, and they begin to eat meat, which is very little and a lot of meat.

The orcs who care for the children use their teeth to tear their freshly captured prey into pieces of flesh, occasionally swallowing minced flesh and blood. The shredded pieces of meat of the prey were thrown to the ground. The hungry babies began to gather where there was food, grabbing minced meat with their little hands and stuffing it into their mouths.

Gradually, the babies crawled over and gathered in a group. If you can't squeeze in, the beast baby in the back will hold the butt of the beast baby in front and press it on the back of the beast baby in front. Gradually, when too many beast babies are crammed into a pile, the weakest beast babies at the bottom will be crushed to death. Dead babies will be eaten by live babies and mice.

Unclean places don't necessarily have rats. But where there is food, there will be many, many rats. After the rat stayed, the dead baby's face was blurred, its belly was broken, and its intestines flowed out. The beasts and babies rushed up to grab food again. Sometimes, hungry rats can't find food and swarm up to tear up the live babies. Beast babies often die miserably in vain struggles. Bloody appearance, seeing it, I can't help but feel creepy. There are also some weak animal babies who survive by eating feces or catching young rats for food.

They survive in brutal conditions until they walk upright. Wait until the beast children can run. The adult orcs let them out. There are only a dozen beast children who can come out. The wind lifted the curtains, and all that was left was rats and bones.

I said to Bart, "I don't understand, why is survival so cruel?"

Bart told me, "The law of the jungle is the strong. Those who are eliminated by nature always belong to the weak. ”