The wounded old orc was quickly taken down, and as for healing, it was impossible. After all, in primitive societies, herbs are precious, even for clans, herbs are very precious things. Obviously, Lauti would never allow an orc to waste herbs on a pariah.

Lauti also knew that the war would definitely inevitably cause casualties, so he specially asked the patriarch to apply for a lot of herbs. But all of these herbs were used by him to win people's hearts. However, the targets of his encirclement did not include these untouchables in his eyes, and he felt that these wounds could only be used on those nobles who were valuable to him, that is, those who did not charge or fall into battle when they came out.

If he can save a noble child on the battlefield, then the entire family behind him will bring him benefits, so he will definitely not waste herbs on people who are useless to him.

Lauti is a man who doesn't have much great wisdom, but he is always able to make friends and flatter, so he is thriving in the upper class of the clan.

The old orc was taken down and thrown on the haystack, and no one cared whether he lived or died.

"Qingji, who do you think will do it?" Lauti turned to the orc, who still couldn't see his face.

His name is Seiji, and by chance he became a staff member of Laoti, and he has been giving him advice all the time.

No one in the clan had ever seen Seiji's true appearance, only that he had a long scar on his face.

He usually wears a cloak of animal skins and a hat in front of Lauti, and it stands to reason that a cautious personality like Lauti would not be willing to trust an orc like him who doesn't even know what he looks like. But Qingzhi has been by his side for more than twenty years, and over the years has helped him step by step from a commoner to the nearest position next to the patriarch, and Lao Ti has long been accustomed to asking him about everything.

In fact, he used to want to know Qingzhi's appearance for a while, afraid that what if he was someone close to him, or one day Qingzhi stabbed himself in the back, but he couldn't even find the object of revenge.

So once he took advantage of Qingzhi's inattention and opened his hat, only to be directly frightened by a scar on his face that ran from his eyebrows to his chin. Although he only saw it at a glance and didn't even remember his appearance, Lauti was sure that this Qingji was not a familiar face.

That time, Seiji also showed unprecedented resistance, and Lauti thought he was leaving, but I don't know why after a while, Seiji appeared by his side like no one else, and continued to give him advice.

Although he didn't know why he came back, Lauti knew that he couldn't anger him anymore, after all, he was responsible for most of his climb to this position.

As for why Qingzhi didn't make meritorious contributions by himself but chose an ordinary person like him, Lao Ti confidently felt that it was because Qingzhi knew that he was too ugly to appear in the sun, and only deserved to live in a corner where no one noticed.

He even felt that he had brought out the talent and mind of Qingzhi, so he often regarded himself as Qingzhi's Bole, although Qingzhi didn't want to bird him.

"I think the first thing to ask about this is the orcs who are in charge of guarding the food." Qingji's voice did not fluctuate, as if he was a person without emotion.

"That's right!" Lauti said loudly.