MTL - Orc Predator-~ ☆Zhang Forest Tribe
However, his luck was obviously very good today. As soon as he arrived at the river, he found a few fresh footprints. The size and size were much larger than ordinary people, but they did belong to his kind. No, it could be a savage too.
He carefully squatted down to check the marks on the ground repeatedly, and there was no hair fiber left, which raised the possibility that it was the same kind. He frowned slightly, with his left hand habitually placed on the handle of the knife, he followed the footprints across the river and into the forest on the opposite bank. Going forward, not long after, I saw two figures shuttling through the jungle through the gaps between the branches and leaves. The skin color is very dark, and the height is about two meters. Both of them are wearing clothes that seem to be made of coarse cloth. They are carrying two wooden buckets in each hand, and one of them has a prey hanging from his waist. They talked as they walked, and although they were too far apart to hear what they were saying, he was sure it was not in any language he knew.
While observing, he suddenly turned his head and stared at the woods in front left as if feeling something. Not long after, there was a roar, and the sound of chaotic footsteps came from far to near, and then a shadow rushed out from among the trees. Although it was also a human shape, it was covered with a layer of blue-green scales from head to toe, and the head had hard hair. The mane, the eyes are round animal pupils, and the mouth protrudes with sharp fangs. The half-human, half-animal monster tightly held a brown-haired human being about his size, struggling desperately. Behind him was a huge black bear chasing after him, roaring angrily from time to time, but due to its size, it was far less agile and fast than the blue-green monster, and the distance between them was getting wider and wider. The two people carrying the bucket obviously also saw this scene, and were about to put down their things to help, but the distance was too far.
His eyes flashed, he clenched the handle of the knife with his left hand, and leaned over. The monster ran very fast, and it didn't take long to reach the grass where he was hiding. At that moment, he jumped up like a leopard, and the scimitar quickly and fiercely slashed at the half-orc's neck. The blade shattered the scales, and the blue-green head fell off. When the knife was retracted, everything was just a flash. Blood splattered all over the ground, and sprayed the brown-haired man all over. Until the headless corpse fell to the ground, the brown-haired man didn't realize what had just happened.
He didn't stay on the corpse, but looked at the black bear not far away. As long as the beast was even slightly hostile, he was sure to kill it instantly.
Then, under his icy gaze, the black bear stopped in its tracks, with a very humane look of shock on the bear's face, it raised its front paws and stood up—turned into a human.
Eyes that seldom have emotional fluctuations shrunk slightly, and scanned the burly man opposite him carefully again. He was two meters tall and had broad shoulders, but he was indeed a human being, a black bear turned into a human being! The other party raised his head and sniffed the air, and then looked at him with a very confused expression, but his eyes fell on the trembling brown-haired man at his feet, showing sincere concern, but hesitating. Approaching, just shouting something in place. The two men fetching water seemed to know the black bear man, and after talking for a few words, they looked at him with the same bewildered and surprised expression.
The black bear man's voice finally brought back the brown-haired man who was in a trance as if he had been greatly frightened. His pale face with teardrops was filled with grievance and joy when he saw the black bear man, and he stood up suddenly and threw himself at him arms. As for what? He stood there holding the knife, his face expressionless, and a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes.
One of the two men carrying the bucket watched him take a step forward and muttered something. He frowned, then shook his head, his voice was cold and peaceful: "I don't understand your language."
The chattering stopped, and the four of them looked at him, and then at each other. Finally, the brown-haired man who was saved by him came over and gesticulated for a long time. Seeing that he didn't respond, he boldly pulled Pulling the rattan on his body, pointed at him and pointed at himself, stretched out **** and made a walking motion, obviously signaling him to follow them. He hesitated for a moment, then nodded. The brown-haired man immediately smiled and quickened his pace, as if he couldn't wait to go back.
Passing through the dense trees, what appeared in front of us was a village that looked very backward. There were row upon row of houses built of khaki bricks, the tallest of which was only three floors. There are many people coming and going. Most of them are tall and burly men, like him and the brown-haired men, who are thinner and thinner. They all look western, with colorful hair and eyes. These thin humans gathered at the entrance of the village and seemed very worried. When they saw a few people coming out of the woods, they all yelled excitedly and rushed towards the brown-haired man. He has always disliked too much contact with people, so he gently pulled the brown-haired man's hand away from him, and took a step back, with a cold expression and a touch of vigilance.
The people in the village saw surprise on his face, but when they heard what the three people who brought him back said, their expressions turned into surprise and confusion, and even a hint of admiration? Quite a few people were muttering something and trying to talk to him, but he just shook his head lightly, coupled with the brown-haired man's explanation, soon their faces showed stupefied expressions. A few thin humans stepped forward, gestured and rowed for a long time, and carefully reached out to touch the cane on his body. He frowned, but it seemed that the other party was harmless, so he let them pull the blade on him into the village again.
The village is not big, and the people you meet along the way can't help but stop what you're doing, look up at him and smile friendly. Going all the way to the innermost part, a small three-story building made entirely of red stones appeared in front of him. It was the best building he had seen so far. The small building was built against a mountain, giving it the feeling of a church. Strange pictures were painted on the walls with black dye, and two intersecting circles were pierced by a cross of equal length horizontally and vertically. A vine spread upwards from the bottom of the cross and wrapped around the circle on the left; the circle on the right was wrapped in something like flames. A man stepped forward and knocked on the door very respectfully, and after a while an old man in white came out, followed by a young man who looked like an apprentice. The two sides exchanged a few words, and then the old man's eyes fell on him, showing a kind smile.
He lowered his eyes and remained calm, his left hand never moved away from the handle of the knife, and his body was always in a state of tension. He could violently injure someone at any time. This was already an instinct deep in his bones.
The old man walked up to him, looked him up and down, then circled around him again, and let out a strange "Huh". He looked at the other party frowning and thinking for a moment, and then said something, and immediately everyone present showed extremely surprised expressions on their faces. The old man walked back to the house slowly, and beckoned to him again to let him in. His eyes flashed across everyone's faces calmly, he secretly raised his vigilance, and walked into the room with an expression on his face.
