"Savoy, why did you wake up so early? They all said that you, your health is not well, why are you rushing to do so much work. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

It was a pig-man girl who spoke, although she couldn't eat enough all day, but she still had a chubby face, her ears were like two small fans, and her nose was slightly upturned, a little upside down. His mouth was shattered, but his eyes showed concern.

Sava rubbed his eyes and sat up, the old wooden bed creaking beneath him.

Sava smiled at the girl and took the cup she had handed her—it was a cup, but it was actually a broken piece of wood with a hole in it, and it looked dirty.

In the dirty cup, there is hot water. Sava drank it all in one gulp, feeling a little more warmth in his body.

Nodding his head in thanks to the girl, Sava sat down on the bed and looked out of the window blankly—the paper on which the window was glued was already tattered, but fortunately the bottom of the valley was cold, but there was no wind—and of course, there was nothing to see, all of them were low, dilapidated huts, the same as his.

Seeing that Sava was in a daze again, the pigman quietly moved his butt and moved closer to Sava closer: "Sava, where did you come from? I have lived here for so many years, and I have never seen such a tall orc as you." ”

Sava didn't move his eyes, and replied casually, "Didn't I tell you many times?" and I don't know where I came from. When my eyes are opened, I see you. ”

The pigman girl bit her dirty fat fingers and froze: "It's strange to say, we have no other way to the bottom of this valley, unless we are thrown down from above by those noble humans." But it's impossible, although you are strong, if you fall so high, you won't be hurt at all. ”

As she spoke, the pig-girl touched Sava muscles, as if to see how strong he really was.

Sava jumped out of bed and stretched, his joints crackling. Putting on a tattered dress, Sava pushed open the door and said without looking back, "Okay, little pig, I'm going to work, I hope to change more food today." ”

The pig girl shouted a little angrily: "I said don't call me Piggy, I have a name, my name is Monica." ”

Sava is long gone.

It is a valley with a radius of 100 miles, surrounded by steep cliffs, and there is no way out. In the fixed "food exchange", there are several wooden baskets, connected to the outside world by long iron cables, and even Savoy's eyes cannot see how high the cliff really is.

Sava only knew that these cliffs were home to a mineral called "kyanite", which was blue and beautiful.

And the way these deep valley orcs live is to try their best to climb the cliff, dig up these kyanites and put them in baskets, and at a fixed time every day, these frames will be pulled up, and when they are put down again, the kyanite has become food.

The food is not necessarily proportional to the amount of kyanite, it seems to depend more on the mood of those who put the food today. But the Orcs at the bottom were willing to dig up more kyanite and put it in - they distributed their food in proportion to their own kyanite.

These orcs seem to have lived here for generations. According to them, the valley floor was once full of kyanite, but with the excavation of generations, the ground and the kyanite in the lower parts of the cliff have long been excavated. Nowadays, it is possible to climb at least a few hundred meters of cliffs to dig them.

The orcs are worried about the increasingly difficult kyanite to mine, but there is also a rumor that one day, when all the kyanite is mined, they will be allowed to live on the surface.

Who will release them? It is said that they are "noble human lords".

When did humans become "adults" of orcs? and "noble"? Sava sneered in his heart, he didn't know what had happened in the time before he woke up.

He once silently counted the efficiency of the orcs at the bottom of the valley to dig kyanite, and compared the density of the distribution of kyanite, calculating how many years these orcs had existed at the bottom of the valley.

The result of the calculation surprised him - if the calculation was correct, the orcs had been living here for 10,000 years.

10,000 years!

If this was a group of orcs who had been captured by the humans and had been suffering here, Sava would have felt better—if he had to go out one day and get these orcs out.

But Sava knew that this was very unlikely, and he did not think that humans would risk the consequences of being discovered for the sake of a few laborers.

What's more, Sava has never forgotten the moment when he slashed into the super forbidden spell "Time and Space Annihilation" in an almost crazy situation: he seemed to be swept into the vortex by a huge force, and instantly woke up from the madness of three battle roars, and then drifted in the boundless darkness for an unknown amount of time, until all consciousness completely disappeared......

And when he woke up, he was lying on Monica's little broken bed in the pig-man. Could it be that this fainting has already passed in the moment of awakening...... 10,000 years?

Shaking his head and getting rid of these "useless" thoughts, Sava grinned self-deprecatingly, and now, he had to go and work for the rations of two people.

Speaking of which, when he woke up, he had a terrible wound and couldn't even move his fingers. If it weren't for Monica's frugal offerings, the tiger man who once stepped into the realm of the Martial God might have starved to death like a humble insect in the harsh winter season - at the bottom of this valley where the sun can never be seen, the night is as cold as an ice hell.

When the injury was good enough to get off the ground, Sava refused Monica's request to let him continue to recover. He insisted that it was time for him to reciprocate. Figuring out how to get food, Sava began to collect kyanite every day like an ordinary valley orc, with an unhealed wound.

He even refused to allow Monica to work with him: a true orc who would never let a woman run for rations. Although Monica is not his woman, after all, now, they live under one roof.

Monica, who lives under the same roof as Savoy, is dizzy and happy at the moment.

The pig girl who grew up in this valley world is used to seeing husband and wife fighting for a bite of food. In such a cruel living environment, whether it is gentlemanly demeanor or chivalry, there is no soil for survival.

And Monica had never seen an orc as tall and beautiful as Savoie.

For some reason, most of the orcs living at the bottom of this valley are pigmen, rat people, and dog people with strong reproductive bloodlines. And those extraordinarily tall and mighty lion people, tiger people, bear people, cattle people and other powerful bloodlines, there is not a single one.

Monica sat happily at the window, holding up her chubby little dirty face, watching Savoa's tall back walk like a cliff step by step.

With the extinction of kyanite from above-ground and near-ground cliffs, it is becoming increasingly difficult to mine this mineral. The orcs need tools and each other to climb hundreds of meters of cliffs to mine. Almost every few days, an orc falls from a cliff. What's even more terrifying is that even if these unfortunate orcs have family members to bury them, within a few days, the corpses will mysteriously disappear.

In a word, survival in the valley world is becoming increasingly difficult, and the relationship between orcs and each other is becoming more and more strained.

However, these bad memories have nothing to do with the current Monica, as Sava is clearly not a mecrea. He didn't need any tools, and he could easily climb hundreds of meters of cliffs and collect a large amount of kyanite on his own hands and feet.

At first, Savoy's work seemed a bit difficult, but as the injuries gradually improved, it all became easier.

Some orcs were hostile to Sava because of this, and they feared that Sava would take too much of the food. Fortunately, Sava didn't care about these proportions, he only took just enough for two people to eat each time and left, and slowly, many orcs had a good impression of Sava and had a little more respect for Monica, who "cohabited" with him.

Unbeknownst to Monica's happy intentions at the moment, Sava was busy digging for kyanite on the cliffs, checking on his recovery. What made him sad was that although the external injuries were gradually healing, the stimulation of Zushan's three consecutive battle howls seemed to have completely injured the root of the body, not to mention the Martial God Rank, even the strength of the Legendary Rank and the Purple Gold Rank, it seemed that they no longer had it.

The current Sava only has the strength of the Mithril Rank.

With a bag full of kyanite, Sava returned to the bottom of the valley, walked to the food exchange, and handed the kyanite to an elderly nezumi.

The rat people are always round ears, small buckteeth, and mung bean eyes, and they are also relatively short. This rat man was probably the eldest of the valley bottom orcs, and according to his own words, he had lived to be fifty-one years old, and he was already a figure of his ancestors in this harsh valley living environment.

Out of respect for the last remaining old man, the Orcs of the Valley agreed that he should be the person who calculated the proportion of kyanite payments, and agreed that he would collect a few food scraps at the bottom of the basket to feed themselves after everyone had distributed the food.

The old rat man took Savoy's package with great difficulty, and said in amazement: "It's amazing, Savoy, there are so many every day, and you alone have gained more than twenty people." Monica is such a blessed girl. ”

Sava smiled and shook his head, he had never directly discerned the misunderstanding of his relationship with Monica - he knew very well how important face was to a young girl.

Although he was also curious about why these orcs were completely unaware that it was impossible for the tiger people to combine with the pig people.

How badly their knowledge of orc history and civilization had been lost? Sava was very sad for them.