Good and bad, good and evil. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoWhether it is the El who is reborn and crossed over, or the orc elder who is old and has gone through vicissitudes, there is no way to give an accurate answer, neither of them can convince the other party, and all they can do is to play haha like a politician and tear the topic away.

People only have a pair of eyes, and all they can see is less than a hundred meters away, and they can't see that long, that far, or so clearly. So all we can do is fumble around, hoping to do a little bit more than what we can see, make a difference, and that's it.

As for the success or failure of the rights and wrongs, it is better to leave it to future generations to comment.

The Elder completed the deal, and Al kept his promise. After agreeing with the elders on the delivery location, he left some food and asked Medea to drive the caravan back to the Snow Fortress first, and organized manpower to deliver the orc's body to the designated place.

"Can I walk around your tribe?", Al made a request to the Elder.

"Inquire into the truth of our tribe, what is your purpose, uneasy and kind. Still, Vidum was hostile to the El, questioning in an unkind tone.

"Alright, Vidum. The elder waved his hand and stopped him. "I have taught you that a man's heart should be as wide as a majestic mountain, and as clear as a clear sky. Then, the corners of his drooping mouth twitched slightly, revealing a bitter smile, "Besides, what is there to inquire about our tribe, the little guy will lose interest in us orcs if he goes for a walk." Grouchy, take the little one around the tribe. ”

Grouch nodded, turned and walked out of the tent, Al hesitated, bowed to the elder again, and followed Grouchy.

"Elder, you are too generous, too cheap, this kid is almost responsive to his needs, so why bother. Vedum was still a little indignant at Al.

The elder rarely didn't answer his question, he was stunned for a while, frowned and sighed, the wrinkles on his face seemed to be tangled, and the ravines on his face were rugged and chaotic, like the fate of the orc race, bumpy and confused, and he didn't know where to go.

"Mercy is the charity of the strong to the weak, and now I am full of desire to ask for this sympathy, and what face and qualification do I have in front of him, and disdain. The elder's words were full of gloom, but the tone was unwavering, it was a desperate struggle and persistence.

The appearance of El undoubtedly caused a huge commotion and violent reaction among the orcs, as if a flame ignited the orcs' otherwise peaceful life. Many orcs surrounded El with excited expressions, looking at their malicious expressions, even if it was a hundred, a thousand El, don't think about walking out in peace. In the end, it was Gruchy who spoke badly and scolded sharply, and then blasted the gathered orcs away, but as they left, their eyes staring at El were full of suspicion and curiosity.

Al carefully observed these orcs, almost all of them were yellow and thin, and because of their physique, they didn't look like they were skinny, but they weren't far off. Even those strong orc warriors looked like they had their front bells against their vests, they looked weak on their feet, their bags under their eyes were puffy, and they looked like they hadn't eaten enough in days.

There are a lot of orcs in a hurry on the road, especially those young orcs who are strong and strong, not only have to be busy with their own affairs, but also have to go east and west, and give help to each family, especially those who have died in the family, and they are even more diligent.

Al watched them pack their belongings, carry their luggage, and dismantle their tents, wondering, "Are they going to move?", and it was Grouchy who answered his questions.

"There was no food left in this area, and we had to move to another hill in the Weeping Mountains, where a flock of goats was found, according to the hunting warriors. ”

In front of the tents, there are also people sitting on the ground, directly in front of the fur, put some miscellaneous things on it, hoping to dispose of some miscellaneous things before the migration, in exchange for useful things at home.

Al looked closely, and suddenly let out a "huh", walked to a small stall, and took a closer look. The stall was a female orc who looked underage at a glance, her body bones had not yet grown, and her eyes had a shyness that had not yet been erased by life.

What caught Al's attention was that one of the thick stacks of fur was particularly beautiful, he picked it up and kneaded it slowly in his hand, it felt soft and smooth, like satin, there was no place to prick his hands, and his fingers sank into the hair with a slight force, as warm and comfortable as velvet. Placing this fur in the sun, without a single variegated hair flowing with silver light, looks neither ostentatious nor plain, it is a kind of low-key luxury, graceful elegance.

Al was a little curious, it seemed that it was neither the fur of a winter wolf, nor a snow bear or a snow leopard, and their skins were by no means so beautiful. So he asked Grouchy about the origin of this thing.

Groushi recognized it at a glance and introduced it to Al, "This is a very rare magical beast, we usually call it the Ice Fox. Because they like to build their nests in ice caves, this little thing is cunning, few in number, agile and timid, and will run away at the slightest disturbance. And it can also magic, and its power is not weak, so it is very difficult to catch. According to the legend of our orcs, if a warrior is lucky enough to catch one, his entire family will be blessed by the Heavenly Father and Mother for a year, and good luck will be repeated. ”

Al nodded, and then focused on other things, most of them were furs, bones, etc., but Al focused on a few pure white stones, and weighed them in his hand, which were quite heavy. Without Al greeting him, Grouchy introduced it directly: "We orcs don't know what this stone is for, but it's piled up in some caves. I only know that it is different from ordinary stones, it is harder and colder, and it will not get warmer for many times when you hold it in your hands.

Al tossed and turned for a while, but found no mystery, and carried it along with the ice fox fur.

Al didn't know how much it was worth, he estimated that the food here should be worth a lot, so he simply put the bag of food in front of the orc girl and motioned for her to look at it.

The little girl's face lit up when she saw the food in the bag, and she weighed a large piece of meat with her hand, but she seemed to feel embarrassed, and looked at Al pitifully, and retracted her hand, wanting to get a small one, but she didn't find a suitable one, and the little girl hadn't seen the wheat cake or anything like that, and she didn't think it was cost-effective when she sniffed it.

In short, the little girl was directly knocked out by a large bag of food, and she couldn't pick out the right one in a daze, so anxious that the tip of her nose was a little sweaty. Al watched with a slight smile as he estimated Medea's itinerary, picked up a large stack of wheat cakes, and pushed the rest to the little girl.

Looking at the little girl's panicked face, Al whispered, "Take it, you need it more than I do." With that, he turned and left.

For the strong, a little more gift may be only a small generosity, but for the weak, it may be the hope and beauty that brightens up the whole life