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Ussad ran back to the cave with a handful of snow from outside the cave, carefully placing it in a crude pot dug out of wood. wiped a handful of snot frozen by the cold wind, set off the dying bonfire, and threw a few dead branches. When the flame is getting stronger, he takes a wooden pot and puts it on the fire to bake. The weather was cold, and he didn't even have a crude axe or machete, so he cut through the thick trunks of trees, and had to pick up dead branches from the ground and come back to make a fire. But as we enter the depths of winter, snow falls one after another, and it becomes more and more difficult to even pick up dead branches. In addition to keeping the bonfire from going out, he had to save firewood to survive the winter.

The snow melts and water vapor gradually emerges. Ussad took out a thick bone from the corner of the cave that appeared to be the leg bone of a beast, and with a knife sharpening the bone, carefully cut off a thumb-sized piece of flesh, hesitated, and cut another piece into the wooden pot of water. There wasn't much flesh left on his leg bones, winter had just begun, and he was already worrying about what to do next.

"Brother, I'm hungry!" said a little guy in the mess of dead leaves and haystacks behind him. He was very short, seemed to be only five or six years old, and his arms and legs were so thin that they were almost skinny. Perhaps because of his weak body, the beast hair on his body should have been silver and bright, but it looked yellow and dull at the moment. Blue eyes, pupils erect, bloodshot whites, and violent coughing from time to time. He's sick, not light!

"Tahir. Wait a little longer, and I'll give it to you when the broth is ready, and today I put two pieces of horse leg meat. Let you have a good meal. Ussad said to his brother Tahir with a deliberately cheerful smile on his face. It's just that he looked at Tahir. But he was holding back tears.

Tahir was sick, and he was hot with a fever. Ussad could not heal, he could do nothing but give his brother an extra piece of thumb-sized horse's leg, and could only watch his brother get weaker and weaker, trembling almost all night long, and in a coma he kept calling for his father and mother, who had long since died.

They were expelled by the tribes! Back in the summer, the tribal chiefs coveted the lush weeds that were close to the human horse farms. Take the tribesmen to cut the grass and prepare for the winter. However, they were unfortunately discovered by the human cavalry, and only half of the more than 100 tribesmen escaped in the end, and the rest were all killed by the humans, and Ussad and Tahir's father and mother were both killed on that day.

When the weather is warm, the tribe can still feed them, but once a year before winter, human legions enter the periphery of the tundra to clear the orcs and eliminate potential dangers. The orc tribes that left late also suffered. The greedy idiot of the tribal patriarch doesn't seem to have learned his lesson. Once again, he coveted pasture, so much so that he walked slower and was overtaken by a cavalry squad of humans. The few remaining tribesmen fled desperately, and although few people died, most of the livestock were taken captive by humans, and the pasture grass was burned to the ground. The tribe's wintering became a big problem, and those burdens were naturally abandoned, and Usad and Tahir were driven away by the tribal patriarch half a month ago, and only gave them half of the horse's legs that they had already eaten.

One is eleven years old and the other is five years old. Two little orcs are on the cold tundra, and the end is doomed to be tragic.

Maybe...... It is also a blessing for my brother to die. Returning to the bosom of the spirits of the ancestors, our father and mother should be waiting for us there, right?

Ussard was stunned. Suddenly, there was a tingling in the fingers. The wooden pot was accidentally burned on the firewood, and a bubble burned on his fingers. Quickly taking the wooden pot away, Ussad ignored the burn, and shouted with a smile: "Come on, Tahir, the broth is ready, we have a big meal!"

There was no response, and Ussad urged again: "Come on, Tahir, you lazy little gopher, I'm going to eat it all if you don't come again." ”

Still without a response, Ussad felt bad, threw away the wooden pot, and let the light soup and two finger-sized pieces of meat scatter on the ground and pounce on the grass. Tahir was curled up in the grass, his lips turned purple, his face was unusually red, he was trembling, his breathing was weak, and he was unconscious.

"Tahir, brother, wake up, don't scare me!" Ussad burst into tears, holding his brother tightly in his arms, and howling.

The little orc's body was hot, even if he trembled, he looked stiff, Ussad knew that his brother was dying, but he didn't know what to do, he could only watch his brother's breathing become shorter and shorter, and ...... weaker and weaker!

Suddenly, the little orc's body straightened, and a low sigh seemed to come out of his mouth, and his trembling stopped. Ussard shook his brother and pressed his stiff face to him: "Woo, Tahir, don't die...... What should I do if you die? Who will save my brother...... Who will save my Tahir...... Woo ............!"

Ussad was only eleven years old, and in the last few days he had given all the horse meat to Tahir to eat, and he had only drunk a little light soup, and he was already very weak. Before he fell unconscious, he seemed to see several shadowy figures coming in from the entrance of the cave, and vaguely heard a few words: "............ There are two little orcs here, ............ with the same silver fur as us. ”

"They fainted............ Not good...... That little guy doesn't seem to be able to do it...... Go and call the Baroque patriarch ......!"

Who was Baroque? With this doubt, Usard finally passed out completely!

.................. Dividing line ..................

I found a hill casually, but I didn't expect to meet an orc in the cave, and it was a member of the frostwolf clan who was the same silver orc as himself. When they saw these two little ones, Muru and Angley, who had come to investigate the cave, were very excited. It's just that they don't seem to be sleeping, but fainting, especially the little guy who is only four or five years old, his body is beginning to stiffen, and he can't breathe anymore, and Angray hurriedly rushes out to find the Baroque patriarch.

Baroque hurriedly followed into the cave, and after only a few glances, he took the little orc in his arms. His body was already filled with the light of shamanic power, and his mouth whispered the witch doctor's incantation, and the light accompanied by the power of the shaman's secret magic baptized the little orc's body over and over again.

Angley wrapped his fur robe around the other, smaller, larger orc. Muru and a few others cut down some branches and set the fire on fire. The small cave soon warmed up.

After a long time, with a grunting sound, the little orc in his arms finally trembled, his heart began to beat, and he breathed again. Baroque also breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly said that it was dangerous, if it was found a few minutes later, this little guy would really be dead.

The orcs around heard the low breathing of the little orc. One by one, they couldn't help but cheer, this was the happiest moment since they entered the northern tundra.

"Let's not leave, let's stay here for the time being!" Baroque spread a thick layer of animal skin on the ground and laid down the sleeping little orc. Another small orc, a little bigger, was also lying beside him, and he raised his head and said to the people: "I see that there are still a few caves on the hill, Grandpa Ziad, you old man go and clear them out, and it will not be a problem for us eighty-nine people to live." Muru and Barrotan, take all the young men and cut down the trees, and do not neglect the necessary protection. Just erect a wooden fence around the perimeter!Angre and Zainzu, and Lorne Khan, Tulayan. We don't know if there is any danger around here, you go around in four directions to familiarize yourself with the situation, but don't go too far and pay attention to safety!"

Although it is simple, this is also the first home of the blue wolf tribe into the northern tundra. Both the old orcs and the young people excitedly agreed, took the machete and the giant axe, and walked out of the cave.

Baroque pulls out the iron pot from the storage ring. There are also foods such as animal meat and bread, ready to make a steaming meal. Celine also came over to help. As for Susan, she will only make trouble on the sidelines. Like a little girl, she tugged at the ears of two sleeping orcs from time to time.

Silently busy, when the beast meat was boiled in the pot and the white bread was baked by the fire, Baroque suddenly raised his head, looked at Celine who came over, and said: "This is the first home to enter the tundra, and I have met two little ones. To us orcs, this is a sign of stability and hope. Celine, although I was in a bit of a hurry, I never said a word to you...... I think it's the best fit. ”

Celine showed a puzzled look, and Baroque held her hand: "Celine, let's get married, let's start a family with me, we should really be together." ”

Is this Baroque proposing? Celine looked into Baroque's eyes, got the answer from the clear blue pupils, and couldn't help but throw herself into his arms, crying with joy!

Confused and overwhelmed along the way, and even feeling that there is no future in sight, can orcs and humans really stay together for a lifetime? Celine found that her feelings for the Baroque had never been missed............ This handsome orc is sometimes domineering and ruthless, even cruel. But he is definitely not like those men of the human aristocracy, who like enough of a woman, and will abandon it at will, and then ignore her life or death.

"I'm going to get married, I'm going to get married......," Susan said innocently, feeling amused, and got between Baroque and Celine.

Because of the tragic death of her three sons, Susan suffered a huge blow and closed herself off mentally, like a little girl of seven or eight years old at the moment. In fact, Baroque has a way to bring her back to her senses———— his storage ring has always stored the remains of Susan's three dead children, if Susan is allowed to see her children again under the guidance of shamanic witchcraft, under this kind of stimulation, she will inevitably break through her mental defenses and come to her senses in an instant. But Celine has been hesitating, she really doesn't want her sister to suffer another heart-rending pain.

"Brother, Tahir, don't ......you die!" Baroque and Celine were enjoying the warmth, and Susan was also frolicking beside them, when suddenly the shouts of the little orcs were heard behind them, panicked, and Ussad woke up at some point.

"Don't worry, your brother is fine, he just fell asleep and will wake up tomorrow. Now that you're awake, I think we'll get to know each other............" Baroque smiled as he crouched beside Usard, who liked the two little ones very much. As a shaman, he could feel the purity of the hearts of these two little orcs, and such orcs were the most suitable to integrate into their tribe. (My novel "Beast Apocalypse" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will be a 100% lottery gift for everyone!Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right corner "Add Friends", search for the official account "qdread" and follow, hurry up!) (To be continued)