"Sister Jing, do you like that brother! He's pretty handsome", in the quiet wooden house, Worepin said a little playfully, which also made the atmosphere of the room subtle.

"Don't, don't talk nonsense, people don't look down on us! I, we are not worthy of others", quickly withdrew the hand that was touching Wren's face, and Worejing said with some shyness and inferiority.

"Ah! Sister, if you don't want it, then I'll do it, anyway, we saved them, and they will make a promise", looking at Wore's quiet and cramped appearance, little Worepin said immediately.

"Ping'er, what did you say? You're only six years old!" , Hearing Ping'er say this, Wolleijing immediately retorted a little angrily.

"Sister, I'm not young anymore, I understand, Ping'er's future has to be her own decision, I don't want to marry someone I don't want to marry", the innocent Worepin suddenly became serious.

Yes, no matter where you are, in which world, in what realm, it is unfair, and for ordinary people, it is even more unfair.

Just like their small tribe, where can there be only children, male lions and female lions without prime?

"Gui'er, what's wrong with you? Jing'er come out quickly, hurry up", just as Woreping and Worejing were joking, the anxious shouts of the old lion man suddenly came from within the tribe.

In the wooden house, the two of them also understood instantly, and after putting down the wooden bowl, they rushed out.

When they rushed out, they saw the lion people who had gathered together, and sure enough, these lion people were still old, weak, sick and disabled.

Breaking through the onlookers, Wo Leijing squeezed in, and she also saw a lion man with a big mouth on his arm.

This lion man is different from the lion man present, he is physically strong, he should be in the prime of life, but on his arm, there is a hole more than ten centimeters long, as deep as three or five centimeters.

This one was not injured by a sharp weapon, but was bitten by some large beast.

And behind the man, there are the corpses of beasts carried back by him, most of these corpses are some herbivores, this is too normal, hunting, survival, this is the basis for the survival of carnivorous orcs.

Under everyone's gaze, Worejing raised her hand, and her ordinary palm, which was originally hairy, was dyed with some white-green light.

Yes, Wo Lei Jing is not an ordinary orc, but she is not a holy healer, this is a mutated type of holy healer among orcs, they have no spiritual skills, no rank.

The ability they possess is the simplest and most ordinary healing effect, and this effect, the strongest state, is worse than that of the Holy Healer's Spiritual Technician.

However, it cannot be denied that this is indeed effective, under the treatment of Worejing, the bleeding in Woregui's arm stopped, and then Worejing sprinkled some medicinal powder on it, and then wrapped it in woolen cloth.

"Dad, you can't be too tired these two days, if you are injured and fall, we will ......", said Worejing, and looked to the side.

Yes, they are the twenty or so old, weak, sick and disabled lions, and they depend on him alone.

"You don't have to worry about this, I know in my heart, how are the heroes being treated?" , shaking his arm, Woregui asked with some concern.

Hero? Indeed, in the definition of Vorray, Voryn is their hero.

Over the years, Worren and Wokakz have been wandering around the Lionman Realm, and they often kill crocodiles who run to the Lionman Realm with the strength of the Spirit Master and above.

Once, when he chased his prey to a border, he met five crocodile people, one of whom was as strong as the Spirit Warrior.

Normally, he would have died that day, but by chance, he met Worren and Wokakz, who were extremely disgusted with crocodiles, and fought to kill the five crocodiles, and saved them at the same time.

Naturally, Worren became the hero of Woreg.

Wo Lei Gui is a low-level spirit martial artist, Chinese New Year's Eve is six years old now, but he is still only a third-turn spirit martial artist, so he naturally did not cause the two of Ren

Note.

Man, who didn't want to be a hero when he was young, and Warren met his pursuit, in his early twenties, up to the rank of spiritual master, and at the same time punishing women to eliminate evil, he was the hero in his heart.

Although Wren didn't remember him, he remembered the appearance of Wren and Wokakz.

Three days ago, he had been hunting in the jungle normally, and as a qualified hunter, he had smelled blood from a long distance.

Cautiously, through several bushes, he saw a thin woman pulling a plank, something he had not wanted to do.

Until he saw it, the woman couldn't hold on and fell to the ground.

At first, he just wanted to go over and get something useful and leave, but when he got closer, he froze because he saw his hero.

The once dashing young hero, I didn't expect that now, he would be lying on the plank with his life dying.

He put down the prey in his hand, put Bai Yue on the plank, and brought them all back to the tribe.

The people of the tribe just listened to Voregui and said that this was the hero of their lion people and ordinary people, and they needed to be taken care of.

And these days, he is also working harder to hunt, he just hopes that he can catch more prey and come back, replenish the body of the heroes, and let the heroes wake up quickly.

"Dad, don't worry, their breath has stabilized now, and it should be soon to wake up, so you better rest for a few more days!" Seeing his father's appearance, Wo Leijing still couldn't stop caring.

"Wow, where can this work! Tomorrow is the day of surrender again, if I don't catch more prey, there will be trouble", sighed, and Wo Lei Gui said helplessly.

"Gui'er, come and eat something and get some rest!" Among the orcs, the old lion man came over with a large bowl of broth.

And these lions are also very concerned to look at the only prime of life in their tribe.

Due to physical exertion and arm injury, Woregui soon returned to the cave to rest, while the remaining lions were very quietly cleaning up the prey that Woregui had brought back.

The next morning, when the sky was still cloudy, a wild buffalo in the prime of life was grazing quietly on a meadow in the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts.

Three meters in the bushes next to the bison, a lion man with a fur cloth wrapped around his arm is watching its every move.

It may be that the sky is not yet fully bright, and the bison is also a little confused, and at the same time as he slowly turned around, the lion man hidden in the bushes suddenly rushed out.

With the strength of the spirit warrior, the lion man quickly took out the bison, and the big mouth and fangs bit at its neck, and the claws on its hands and feet grabbed at the bison's body.

"Moo! Moo! Dada!" Feeling the threat to his life, the bison jumped rapidly, and it tried its best to throw the lion man off his body.

It's just that, as a hunter for many years, the way of hunting is played by the lion man clearly, even if the bison is noisy, his mouth and claws have not left the wound.

"Ahh During the struggle, blood suddenly oozed from the lion man's arm, which made his face very painful, but he still endured the pain in his hand when he thought of the prey he wanted to win.

Five minutes later, despite the bison's desperate and feeble struggle, it still fell, but the lion-man's arms were stained with blood.

This lion man was none other than Woregui, and in order not to worry the people, he went out early in the morning to hunt, although this caused his old wound to recur, but it also allowed him to catch a considerable amount of prey.

This adult bison is much bigger than wild sheep, wild deer, and wild boar. Considering the injury on his arm, Woregui drove to the tribe with the huge bison on his back.

When Woregui walked to the tribe, he was moved by the fact that his two daughters, as well as some old lion people from the tribe, stayed in front of the tribe and waited for his return.

Oh, yes! These old lion people, they live like this every day, they don't consume much physical strength every day, where can they sleep for so long, and they also know that Woray will leave early in the morning to hunt

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But they also know that this may be the responsibility of the chief! All they can do is quietly wait for him to come back and give him some psychological care.

"Dad, it's all said, don't you go out again!" As she spoke, she felt as if she was about to cry, but her hand was giving Woregui a simple treatment.

"It's okay, it's okay, you all go back!" After a relieved smile, Woregui beckoned everyone to go back.

What is good in the world, you have to count the morning back to sleep.

With everyone at ease, everyone resumed resting until it was almost noon, when something bad disturbed the peace.

"Wore, come out for me, it's almost noon, and I'm still sleeping! Before they come out to meet us", a shrill voice shouted from outside the tribe.

"Sister......", in the wooden house, as soon as Worepin said a word, he was stopped by Wolleijing, and at the same time made a shushing gesture to tell Worejing not to speak.

After a few angry shouts, the old lion man in the tribe hurriedly ran out.

This old lion man is the father of Wo Lei Gui, and according to his reputation, he is the leader, but he obviously does not have the ability to hunt.

In front of Worehui were five or six lion men in the prime of life, their casual steps and arrogant attitudes, if they were humans, they would look like some kind of ruffians and hooligans.

"Yo, call them all out to me, and pay the tribute," he said, seeing the old lion man come out, one of the lion men at the head of him was ordered to him.

Under the greeting of Worehui, the old lions in the tribe also came out one after another, and naturally their real leader, Woregui.

"Yo, it's hurt! However, there may be no less prey to be surrendered, twenty-one people, according to thirty, three adult prey!" After seeing the return of Wore, who was wounded on the arm, the lion man just mentioned it, and then began to ask for prey. Look at the book

Hey, it's no wonder that Wore Gui is obviously injured, and he has to go out hunting, it turns out that the day he said about turning in is to deal with them hooligans!

"Well, that's good, it's very cooperative, how nice that is! Rest well, we'll be back next week!" After accepting the prey, the lion men nodded, with some playfulness in their tones, and then strode away from here.

Watching his hard-earned prey being taken away, Woregui was angry for a second, but he was quickly relieved, because he had long been used to it.

And after these ruffians left, the lionmen of the tribe did not leave, they still stood here quietly, as if waiting for someone to come.