My villain wants to save himself, but the yandere heroine disagrees

Orson had a good temper. Facing the other party's endless questions, he tried his best to answer them.

"Something interesting? What do you want to hear about?"

"Anything is fine. I have never been out of the desert. From childhood to adulthood, the sky is what I look up and the earth is what I look down. I don't know what things exist except for some nouns that Grandpa Alati mentioned when he taught us to read and write." Lena said.

Her eyes were not on Orson, but were looking around.

Although they were chatting, she did not forget that the purpose of her coming out this time was to find someone.

"Well, then, Lena, you know that the people out there are different from you, right? They don't have tails and ears like you do."

"Yes, I know." Lena nodded after hearing this. "Grandpa Arati said that we orcs are the most carefully crafted race by the gods, and we are the race favored by the gods. We have the wisdom of the humans outside and the physique and agility of the orcs here."

"But I don't think so." Lena said this with a somewhat depressed tone.

"Why? I think what Chief Arati said is very good." Orson looked at Lena in confusion.

If Arati really said this, then he is indeed a man of great educational wisdom.

Telling children beautiful fairy tales will keep them hopeful, rather than telling them the reality directly and making them despair about the real world.

"If the gods really favor us, why do we have to stay here for the rest of our lives? Why doesn't Grandpa Arati let us go out, saying that we will be harmed by people outside? Why do even the other orcs in the desert bully us?"

"..." Orson remained silent after listening to Lena's words.

For a moment he didn't know how to answer Lena's question.

"The reason why I am curious about you, big brother, is because you are from outside."

"Some people in the tribe wanted to go outside before, but some failed. They were caught by Grandpa Arati and confined for a period of time before giving up the idea of ​​going out. Some people never came back after they went out."

"I don't know if the world outside is too good or too cruel, but... I think, big brother, you should know the difference between the outside world and here, right?"

"Hey, big brother, can you answer my question?" Lena stopped and looked at Orson.

"..." Orson was stunned for a moment, and then he said: "The gods favor the orcs, but at the same time, the gods will treat every creature in the world equally."

"Desert

The purpose of existence is to protect you, to prevent you from being hurt by outsiders. The outside world is sometimes not as beautiful as described and imagined. "

"Really?" Lena nodded. "It's just like what Grandpa Arati said."

"Okay, that's the end of my questions, big brother, let's continue looking for someone."

Having said this, she put her hands behind her back and continued searching along the road.

Looking at Lena's back, Orson felt a little guilty for some reason.

Yes, if they are really equal, how do we explain their current situation?

Lena frowned as the two continued on their way.

"Brother, I seem to smell something strange."

"Oh?" Orson looked at Lena in confusion.

"Eh? Big brother, didn't you smell it?" Lena showed a strange expression when she heard it.

"Oh, I smell it, I smell it." Orson suddenly understood and nodded quickly.

Many half-orcs have inherited the orcs' keen sense of smell and are indeed more sensitive to smells than humans.

Although humans can enhance their perception through strength, their sense of smell is still inferior to that of orcs.

Orson took a few more steps forward and used a magic to enhance his senses, so he could smell the blood in the air.

He looked in the direction of the source of the bloody smell and walked over.

Lena tried to follow, but Orson waved her off.

"Lena, stay here for a while and I'll go check out the situation."

Hearing Orson say this, Lena nodded.

Feeling the smell of blood getting closer, Orson saw a deep pit.

He looked down.

At this moment, in the deep pit, the bodies of several orcs were nailed to the rock wall by bone nails. Some of the bodies were still oozing blood, but at this moment, in addition to the smell of blood, the stench of decay in the air was even stronger.

Orson frowned.

He had seen bloodier scenes before, but that didn't mean he could accept the scene before him.

Looking at the characteristics of several orcs, Orson wrote them down, then turned and walked towards Lena.

"Lena, among the people who are missing from the tribe, is there one with short brown hair, wearing white linen clothes, and dog ears?"

"Are you talking about Alair?!" Lena thought for a moment and then said, "How is Alair now?"

"..." It seemed that the people in the deep pit were from the tribe. Orson sighed and said, "Let's go find other people first and come back later."

"Ah?" Lena was a little confused, but still listened to Orson and followed Orson to find other groups.

An hour later, in front of the deep pit, Morente led all the members of the search and rescue team to stand here and bowed towards the pit.

Although they didn't think that the missing person was still alive, they couldn't help feeling sad when they saw the body.

How did they die? Did they fall into a trap? Or were they caught, pushed into a pit, and tortured to death?

None of this matters anymore.

What's important is that they died while searching for a new habitat for their tribe.

This is enough.

"Mr. Edward, thank you for your hard work." After the mourning, Morente returned to Orson and thanked him.

"You're welcome." Orson sighed. "They are also heroes of the tribe."

"Yes." Morente nodded. "It's a pity that we can't take them to their new home this time."

Their bodies were already badly damaged, so filling the hole and burying them in the ground to rest in peace was the best arrangement for them.

After that, everyone set out to return to the tribe.

On the other side, at the gate of the Orc tribe, dozens of strong and fully armed orcs were standing at the gate of the tribe.

In the tribe, only Arati was standing at the door negotiating with them.

"Where are the people in your tribe?" The leading orc leader looked at Arati and asked in a bad tone.

"I'm sorry, dear warrior. Recently, several people from our tribe have gone missing. Today, I sent the young men in the tribe to look for them."

"Okay, then take out all your food first."

"This..." Arati was stunned for a moment. "Didn't we say that the grain delivery date is tomorrow? Why do we have to do it today..."

"Nowadays

Take it tomorrow, what difference does it make?" The orc leader said. "Or are you planning to run away today?"

"This... How could this be? If we decided to run away today, why would we send people out to look for him, right?"

"Then stop talking nonsense and hand over the food to me!"

Arati looked at the aggressive orcs and felt speechless.

We had clearly agreed on a time with the orcs. If someone hadn't gone missing and not returned, their tribe would have escaped a few days ago. But just to get the people of the tribe to leave together, it was delayed until today.

He knew that the longer he delayed, the greater the risk would be, but no one expected that the orcs would actually come to collect the food early.

"Well, if you are not in a hurry, can you come back tomorrow to get it? If we hand it in today, we will have no food to eat at night..."

"You still want to eat the food we gave you?!" The orc leader became unhappy immediately after hearing this, and he pushed Arati to the ground.

Arati is old, and it will take some effort for him to stand up again after falling down.

Seeing that the other party was determined to get food, Alati had no choice but to give in.

There is no other way. Although the residents of the tribe may starve to death due to lack of food later, it is better than being killed by the orcs now.

In desperation, Arati lay on the ground, supported himself with his hands, and slowly sat up against the wall.

"Ahem, sorry... I... I'll ask them to open the warehouses and release the grain right away..."

Chapter 1: There is a traitor (W)

When the search and rescue team returned to the tribe, they saw the orcs moving food out of the tribe's warehouse bag by bag.

Although the climate in the desert is harsh, it does not mean that there is no grass. Although there is not much food, if they live frugally, a tribe can still barely survive.

The orcs have similar physiological cycles to humans and do not face the problem of population explosion like the orc tribes. Therefore, in many cases, hunting and gathering alone are enough to maintain the basic survival of the tribe.

When Morente saw Alati standing at the entrance of the tribe leaning against the wall, his face changed.

"Chief, what's going on?!" He pointed at the orcs and asked in confusion.

"Oh, I don't know what's wrong with those orcs that they have to come to collect food today." Arati's voice was very low and only Morente could hear it.

After all, if the orcs who were moving food heard these words, he would inevitably be beaten.

Although there were only a few dozen orcs coming to collect grain this time, even with just a few dozen people, all the orcs in the tribe combined could not defeat them.

Although there is only a difference of one and a half characters between orcs and orcs, their physique and combat effectiveness are completely on different levels.

Orcs are more like humans than beasts.

Looking at the burly orcs outside, any one of them could beat several adult men in the tribe.

Not to mention that there are still more orcs in their tribe who have not arrived yet.

"But if they take the food away, what will we eat?"

"Well, we can only take it one step at a time."

It's not that they haven't thought about resisting, but the bloody examples of other Orc tribes being slaughtered were right before them. Even for the sake of the people in the tribe, they didn't dare to act rashly.

Orson followed in the group of orcs.

At this moment, everyone was watching silently as the orcs moved away things that originally belonged to them.

Lena stood beside Orson, pursed her lips, and was ready to rush out to discuss an explanation with those orcs. Fortunately, Orson saw Lena's actions in advance. He grabbed Lena and held her in front of him.

"Don't be impulsive now, otherwise the entire tribe will be buried with you." Orson's tone became unusually serious.

"But...but they want to take my things away."

"Don't worry." Orson whispered in Lena's ear: "They will return these things in due time."

"Really? But they never paid it back before..."

"I will this time. Believe me, I will convince them."

Having said this, Orson patted Lena on the shoulder.

"You should go back and see Chief Arati now. He doesn't look well."

"Huh?" Lena said this and turned her head to look in the direction of Arati.

Indeed, Arati was leaning against the wall, not looking well.

Lena quickly ran in the direction of Arati.

"Grandpa Arati, what's wrong with you?

!” She looked at Arati with concern, but the latter just shook his head, indicating that she didn’t need to worry.

"It's okay, Grandpa, I just sprained my waist." He concealed the fact that the orcs had attacked him. He was afraid that if Lena knew about it, she would be so angry that she would fight the orcs to the death.

"On the contrary, Lena, didn't I tell you not to go out? Why did you go out with the search and rescue team?"

"This... I am of use! I also helped in finding someone, but..."

"Alas, there's nothing I can do." Arati had already learned about what happened from Morente, and he nodded. "I should have known that it would be difficult to survive after being missing in the desert for so many days, even if nothing unexpected happened. I shouldn't have had any illusions."

He said this with a tone of self-blame.

Indeed, if he had not had such illusions and had the tribe move away in advance, he would not have encountered such a thing today.

There was not much food in the warehouse, and the orcs quickly loaded the food onto the trailer.