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.

"Okay, we won't come looking for you again. Good luck to you." The orc leader said this and left with his team.

This tribe.

Back in the tribe, Arati convened a general meeting.

Orson also sat aside and listened.

As a small tribe with only a few hundred people in total, this kind of direct democracy is quite easy to implement.

"Everyone, today, Morente's search and rescue team is back. They found our lost tribesmen, but, unfortunately..." Alati said this and sighed.

"They died while looking for a new settlement for the tribe. We will always remember their contributions to the tribe."

After these words were spoken, several people in the tribe started crying.

It seems that the missing people should be their relatives.

And the expressions on many people's faces were not good either.

After all, the tribe has waited until today just to get these people back.

Otherwise, we would have moved long ago.

As a result, there are no more people and no more food.

Although they could understand Arati's good intentions, the frustration was very hurtful.

"I take full responsibility for this incident. It was my decision that went wrong. I shouldn't have left others without food just for a few people in the tribe." Arati said, sighing. "But the tribe still has to move. The fertility of this land is almost gone, and the groundwater is almost depleted. If we don't move, it will be very detrimental to the development of the tribe."

"But, Chief, we have no more food." An orc raised his hand and said, "Relocation is a physically demanding job. We don't have anything to eat yet. I hope we won't starve to death on the way."

"Yeah, after all, if we had moved earlier, this problem wouldn't have happened."

At this moment, the audience started talking at once, and some people even began to complain about Alati's decision.

"I'm sorry, but it seems that at the moment, we can only save some food by hunting and collecting berries from the surrounding bushes." Arati said helplessly as he looked at the people in the audience.

But the people in the audience still didn't buy it. In their opinion, the tribe's loss could have been avoided. It was all because of Arati who insisted on waiting for those who had already died.

"That's enough!" Morente stood up at this time. It was obvious that he was defending Arati's rule. "It's useless to complain at this time. Let's go hunting and picking fruits. Don't let the children go hungry!"

Arati still has some appeal. After hearing his words, the young people in the tribe quickly took action. Even those who had just returned from the search and rescue team still took action after hearing Morente's words.

There is no other way. If they don’t take action, they will starve to death. Faced with the pressure of survival, they have no choice but to do this.

And in the harsh environment of the desert, they are used to doing this.

On the other side, Orson, who was sitting next to Lena, also stood up.

"Mr. Edward, please stay." Arati said this and stopped Orson.

He stepped forward, holding a roll of parchment in his hand.

"This is a map of the area nearby. Please keep it. We are moving to a new place and we don't need the map here anymore."

"Thank you." Orson nodded after hearing this.

He unfolded the map in his hand.

The entire map is drawn in a rather crude manner, but in the desert, it is very rare to have such a map that can identify directions.

He saw the markings on the map and looked towards Arati curiously.

"Chief Arati, did you move here from somewhere else before?"

"Yes." Arati nodded. "It's not that the desert land cannot be cultivated, but without water and fertilizer, crops cannot grow. When the fertility of the land disappears and the groundwater dries up, we have no choice but to move. We orcs usually move to a new place every five to ten years. I have moved six times in my life."

"Okay." Orson nodded after hearing this.

This map records the tribe's several moves.

From this we can see that they are constantly moving to the outskirts of the desert.

"You are moving to the outskirts of the desert. Have you ever considered moving into human territory?"

"Humans!?" Arati heard this, looked at Orson, and said seriously: "Mr. Edward, don't think that just because you have lived with humans for a while, you think that all humans are easy to get along with."

"In my opinion, the reason why humans are willing to be friends with you is definitely because you are so powerful, Mr. Edward. For ordinary half-orcs like us, if we come into contact with humans, we will only be sold as slaves to those powerful people with special hobbies.

expensive. "

"Even ordinary humans regard us as monsters. How can they get along with us?"

"What about the east?" Orson asked puzzledly.

Although the Western Continent is ruled by the Human Empire, the Eastern Continent is a completely different situation.

Due to the barrier of the desert, the East Continent has so far maintained an era of independent city-states. Each city-state has different policies, and there are even city-states exclusively for races such as vampires, elves, and dragons. Generally speaking, it is quite diverse.

Because of the desert and snowfields, communication between the east and west continents can only be achieved through the southern sea trade routes.

However, this sea trade route is also extremely dangerous. Apart from species such as sea monsters and sirens that often appear in the sea, even the most basic winds and waves are not something that ordinary ships can navigate.

Therefore, the communication between the East and West continents was not deep for a long time.

After all, only a dozen ships at most can communicate with each other every year. In order to ensure the smooth arrival of the ships, they have to take extremely high risks and pay a huge price.

Although both sides have their own specialties and can exchange what they have, the cost is too high and profit-seeking merchants will not take this trade route.

Therefore, the ships that travel back and forth between the East and West continents every year are either carrying political missions or a group of adventurers preparing to make a fortune in another continent.

"East?" Arati looked at him strangely. "You mean, the other side of the desert?"

"Yes, isn't there room for orcs there too?"

"No." Arati shook his head. "It's just that, although you may not believe it, the east side of the desert is full of mountains and even volcanoes. It's more complicated and difficult to cross the terrain there."

"Only one of the roads can easily lead to the East Continent, but a ban was placed there a long time ago. Not to mention us orcs, even the orcs can't pass through it."

"Is that so?" Orson frowned when he heard this.

There is very little information about the terrain in the desert and the East Continent in the books of the West Continent. Even the mountains separating the desert and the East Continent, although Orson had heard of them before, were not fully confirmed until he heard them from Alati.

As for the prohibition mentioned by Alati, it was unheard of.

It is possible that people traveling from the Western Continent to the Eastern Continent would spread this news, but this is limited to oral legends and cannot be counted in any documentary records.

Sure enough, just as Teacher Triss said, only after actually entering the desert can you understand the real situation inside.

"But..." Orson said this and looked at a specially marked place on the map.

It was even deeper into the desert than where the Orc tribe had first moved.

"What is this place and why do we need to mark it here?" Orson asked.

"Ah, this is the temple of our god, Limusa, the Lord of All Beasts."

"Limusa?" Orson had some impression of this name.

Orcs and humans have different belief systems. Humans believe in Hela, the goddess of life, while orcs believe in Limusa, the lord of all beasts.

According to legend, in ancient times, there were only a few gods on the continent. At that time, the Goddess of Life and the Lord of Beasts were good friends, but later the Lord of Beasts broke with the Goddess of Life and sneak attacked the most powerful Goddess of Life.

However, the goddess of life Hela defeated Limusa with her greater strength and drove Limusa and his orc followers into the depths of the desert.

Most of the orcs who are not recognized by humans also choose to believe in Limusa.

Although they are also not recognized by the orcs, the direct descendants of Limusa.

"You may not believe it, but our Orc tribe was quite large back then, so we were able to settle deep in the desert, close to the temple." Arati said this with a nostalgic look on his face.

Perhaps when he was young, his Orc tribe was indeed able to stand on equal footing with some powerful Orc tribes.

Regardless of race, faith is extremely important.

Being able to live near a temple that is a holy place of faith is a great honor for believers of God.

In fact, whenever the orc tribe discussed important matters, they would gather at the temple of Limusa.

Although they often fight among themselves for some reasons, the rare common ground that can bring the orcs together, besides the pressure of survival, is faith.

If you want to know the true situation of the desert and the orcs,

, perhaps going to the temple of Limusa will yield some results.

Thinking of this, Orson determined his next destination.

But before that, he had one more thing to do.

……

On the other side, the orcs, who had just snatched back a lot of food from the Orc tribe, were now holding a bonfire party in the tribe.

The size of this orc tribe is not small, with a total of about a thousand people.

The rations they looted for two or three hundred people were not much, but at this moment they began to eat and drink lavishly.

There was no sign of moderation or frugality, as if the things snatched from others were worthless.

Orson came to the outside of the tribe alone.

Although a bonfire party was still going on inside, there were still a few orc warriors standing guard at the entrance of the tribe.

They were waiting for the orcs on shift to finish eating and take over their shift.

Thinking that there would be no other problems today, some orcs began to chat.

"Alas, it's a good thing that the boss was smart and arranged spies in the Orc tribe in advance, otherwise we would have really let that group of people get away."

"Hey, if you ask me, that old guy from the Orc tribe is really confused. It's just a few people who got lost. Why didn't he just run away earlier? But this way, it's a bargain for us."

"Hehe, I just don't know what will happen to them in the future."

"They starved to death. What else can they do? There are many people who starved to death in the desert. If you want to blame someone, just blame them on the orcs."

"In fact, I would say there is no difference between orcs and orcs. If they don't have enough food, they just rob. If they can't rob, they just rob from other tribes."

"That's right, at worst I'll just die."

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