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

"Alas, in the final analysis, it is because this attack on humans failed."

"Look at what you said, it's like we've succeeded sometime. My grandfather died in the last war, and my dad had no choice but to inherit my grandmother's legacy and give birth to me." An orc accidentally revealed the bad habits among the orcs.

"But that's not what I meant. We were able to have a year or two of peace after fighting humans several times before. But we have to fight again right after we came back. It's really troublesome!"

"Well, what can we do? Let's see what the chief does."

At this time, Orson came to the door.

"Hello, is there a bonfire party going on inside?" Orson greeted the orc at the door in the orc language he had learned.

Orcish is similar to a dialect of the common language on the continent, so it is not stressful to learn. Orson taught himself Orcish out of curiosity long before entering the Imperial Academy.

"Who are you?" An orc was stunned for a moment when he heard this language. After seeing that the other party's body shape was obviously different from that of orcs, he immediately became alert.

"I'm telling you, orcs are not welcome here, get out of here."

"Ah, that's really... a pity."

As Orson finished his words, several orc warriors guarding the door lost consciousness.

Orson touched the sword in his hand and sighed helplessly.

"If you had listened to me and let me in, you wouldn't have suffered this unprovoked disaster."

Then, holding his sword, he walked towards the center of the bonfire party.

The orc tribe is not entirely made up of adult male warriors, there are also many women and children, as well as some underdeveloped short orcs who are used as laborers and do hard labour.

Along the way, people kept trying to stop Orson, but no one could escape Orson's sword.

Finally, Orson came before the tribal chief.

The chief is just an orc with fifth-level strength, only slightly stronger than other orcs, and cannot be compared with Orson.

Orson recognized the chieftain among the orcs.

The chief was so frightened when he saw Orson walking towards him like the god of death from hell that he quickly ordered his men to surround him and kill him.

A group of orcs did surround him, but none of them dared to approach Orson.

After all, the fate of their companions was before their eyes.

"You...you, please talk nicely, don't use force." The orc chieftain said this and looked at Orson. "If I did something to offend you in the past, I apologize to you, please let my tribe go."

"Oh." Orson nodded and continued walking towards the orc chief. "Then let me ask you, where is the food from the orc tribe that you robbed today?"

"In the granary! All the food is stored in our tribe's granary..." As he said this, the orc chieftain

He quickly pointed in a direction.

"Okay, thank you." Orson said this and bowed politely to the orc chief.

The orc chieftain thought he had escaped, but then he felt dizzy.

The last thing he saw was Orson’s shoes.

When the other orcs saw their chieftain being beheaded, they were so frightened that they dared not say a word.

"I'll give you half an hour to move the food in your granary outside the tribe." Orson said. "If I still see some food left in your granary within half an hour, you won't have to live."

Looking at Orson's suffocating momentum, all the orcs present obeyed and did as they were told.

Half an hour later, as expected, all the food of the tribe was piled up at the entrance of the tribe.

Dried meat, preserved fruits, and dry food, piled together, were three times more than what was confiscated from the Orc tribe.

For this tribe, it is just enough to fill their stomachs, yet they still have the leisure to hold a bonfire party.

"Okay, thank you for your cooperation." Orson said this and thanked the orcs.

"Now, let me see you off for the last time..."

Half an hour later, Orson stood at the gate of the tribe, the sword in his hand still dripping with blood.

With his seventh-level strength, dealing with the orcs of this tribe is just like a professional soldier beating a baby.

The only thing that could limit Orson's physical strength was that he was a dual practitioner of physical and magical skills, and could use magic to strengthen himself and offset the effect.

There's no way, sometimes you just have to do things this way.

Chopping the grass does not remove the roots, but the spring breeze blows and regenerates.

He couldn't keep protecting that Orc tribe forever. If he let go of the Orc tribe in front of him, they would definitely have a new leader later.

After that leader sees the truth about Arati's tribe and knows that Orson is gone, he will definitely take revenge on Arati's tribe.

And then, the orcs will suffer.

As for why Orson did this?

Is it justice? Orson thinks not.

In the desert, there is no such thing as justice or evil, only survival, and survival is justice.

He wanted to help the Orc tribe of Arati survive, that's all.

Orson did not hold back on the orc women and children.

Without food, they would eventually die painfully of hunger. Even if they were rescued by other tribes, they would inevitably encourage other tribes to attack Allah.

Instead of this, it is better to let their hatred stay on yourself.

Anyway, many orcs have died because of me.

It doesn’t matter if we add this one more batch, it’s just the difference between doing it yourself and using someone else’s hands.

After thinking about this, Orson lit a fire in his hand and set the orc tribe in front of him on fire.

On the other hand, conflicts have arisen within the tribe of Arati.

The young men were unwilling to go out hunting and wanted to stay in the tribe.

When the other men went out, they surrounded Arati's house instead.

"Chief, you need to give me an explanation." A young man looked at Arati standing at the door and said unkindly, "Our food is gone. Is it all your fault?"

"Although you apologized at the conference, can this kind of thing be solved by just an apology?!" Another young man walked up and pointed at Attila, without a trace of respect in his heart.

Attila frowned.

Morente had already gone out hunting with the others. Now the only people left in the village were either a group of women or a group of children, who had no ability to resist the young men in front of them.

Not to mention that some of them were holding weapons such as hammers and sticks.

"So what do you want to do?" Arati said, looking at the crowd at the door.

"Chief Arati, you have been in the position of chief long enough, and we are very grateful for your previous contributions to the tribe, but now, please step down." Seeing Arati asking the question, a young man felt that the time had come, so he walked out with a swagger.

"If I were in charge of this incident, it would never turn out like this. I would definitely take care of the interests of the majority of the tribe first and let them evacuate with supplies first, and then come back to look for the separated people later, instead of wasting time on such meaningless things, which would eventually leave the tribe without food."

“So your purpose

Just want me to step down?" Arati raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, old man, you should have stepped down long ago!"

At this time, Lena came out from behind Alati.

She stood in front of Arati and protected Arati with her hands.

"You bastards! Aren't the lost people part of the tribe? What if we move away and they come back when we move away? What if the orcs come here at that time and see the empty tribe and them, what should we do then?"

"Are we going to abandon those people just for the benefit of the majority of the tribe?!" Lena said this with a critical tone in her voice.

"Asshole! What are you talking about here! Can't you see that they can't come back?" A young man retorted to Lena. "In the end, we got nothing but a few corpses, and we are almost starving to death!"

"Isn't it because...isn't it because we don't know that they have had an accident..."

Seeing that they couldn't get along with Lena, the young men prepared to take tough measures.

A man came up with a mallet.

"If you don't want any accidents to happen, just hand over the position of chieftain obediently. Otherwise, I don't want any 'accidents' to happen either."

At this moment, someone suddenly stepped on the young man's foot. The young man screamed in pain and then stretched out his hand to protect himself.

The hammer fell to the ground instantly. Lena picked it up and held it across her chest as a protective measure.

"Lena, we think you are a funny guy in the tribe, so we are polite to you. You are forcing us to take action against you!" The young man said this, and he called a few of his companions to come forward.

"You...you don't come over here! We are all from the same tribe, why can't we sit down and talk it out!" Although Lena had a weapon in her hand, she was only using it to defend herself at the moment.

Just at this moment, footsteps suddenly sounded behind me.

When Lena saw the familiar white cloak through the crowd, she showed a look of surprise.

"It's Brother Edward!" she said and waved to Orson.

The young man looked at Orson in surprise as he returned to the tribe.

He was planning to take advantage of the fact that Orson, the outsider, had gone away and make trouble to gain power, but he didn't expect that Orson would come back and strike back.

"You guys, aren't you leaving?"

"Something happened suddenly and I wanted to come back and tell you about it, and then I saw this scene." Orson said this with a smile.

"I heard something interesting. The reason why the orcs came to inspect a day in advance seems to be that someone secretly tipped them off. I wonder who it was?"

Although Orson did not say it explicitly, it was obvious that the target was the leader of this group of opposition youths, the young man whose foot was stepped on by Lena.

"You... stop talking nonsense. What right do you have to slander me?"

"Slander?" Hearing this, Orson looked towards Lena in confusion.

"Lena, did I just say who it was?"

"Pfft." Lena was amused when she heard that.

Afterwards, the young man became angry and humiliated.

"F*ck it, never mind. Come on, brothers, beat this guy up! Let him know the consequences of meddling in other people's business!"

"Ah, big brother, be careful!" Lena said this, but within a few seconds after she finished speaking, several young orcs lay on the ground wailing in pain.

"Heh, with this level of ability, you still want to rebel?" Orson clapped his hands, tied up several young men with simple ropes, and then clapped his hands.

He didn't want to see blood in this tribe, so he would at most deal a little harshly to these traitors, but it was far from death.

After dealing with all this, Orson looked at Lena and Arati.

"Chief Arati, Lena, are you all right?"

"Yeah, it's okay." Lena shook her head, while Arati looked at the young men lying on the ground, his eyes full of confusion and puzzlement.

"...I didn't expect that." He walked past Lena and came to the group of young people. "You are obviously my students. I taught you to read and study. Why, why did you turn around and betray the tribe?!"

"Everyone in the tribe has not offended your people, right? On the contrary, you are regarded as the future of the tribe. Why would you betray everyone? Is your goal to make everyone hungry?"

As he said this, Arati's tone was a little sad.

He never thought of it as a big family.

The tribes that had helped each other for decades would eventually fall into internal strife.

"Or is it my position as chief that you are eyeing?!" Ala asked the leading young man.

The other party just groaned in pain. Although he heard what Arati said, he didn't respond at all.

"If you think I'm not doing a good enough job, you can just say so. If you want to replace me, as long as you show your ability to lead the tribe forward, I will naturally give way. Why do you have to use this method to force me to step down?"

"Do you think you can lead the tribe well just because you get help from outsiders?"

Arati's tone gradually turned into disappointment.

"Forget it, let's wait until Morente and the others come back before dealing with you." As he said this, he called several women from the tribe and carried this group of people to the warehouse, preparing for the public trial in the evening.

Then he looked at Orson.

"Mr. Edward, I wonder why you came back this time? Is the map not clear? But I'm very sorry, this is the map we usually use."

"That's not the reason." Hearing this, Orson shook his head. "I came here this time because I found an orc tribe not far away. That tribe was burning a big fire. It should be the tribe that stole your food."