haven't seen you for a long time?

The other people all looked over, and this greeting was very interesting.

But Damon looked serious and bowed slightly: "Elf King, long time no see."

"No need to be like this, just get up."

Thor didn't lift the hand that was holding Lingling. Although he was sitting on a wooden chair, his manners were still calm and elegant. There was a hint of nonchalance on his handsome face, and for a moment he seemed a little superior.

The people around him were affected by his demeanor and felt a little uncomfortable. Of course, Tritton still had that cold look on his face and no one knew what he was thinking.

Lingling looked up at the somewhat unfamiliar Thor, and without hesitation, she covered Thor's handsome face with her two little bear paws.

"Uncle? Lingling doesn't like you like this."

Thor: ...My journey of pretending to be cool came to an abrupt end.

Bai Jiu: ...Although I can probably guess that the Elf King wants to show his power so that he can act in the future, I still can't help but laugh. No, let me laugh for a while.

The other people felt similar to Bai Jiu, and it was painful for them to hold back their laughter.

"Lingling—" Thor grabbed Lingling's little paw helplessly: "Uncle just said something to your Grandpa Damon, why are you slapping my face?"

Lingling looked at Thor with puzzled eyes and shook her head.

"Lingling doesn't know either. Lingling just doesn't like you being like this."

Thor took a deep breath and gave up. He returned to normal and said to Damon, "Shaman Damon, I came to you this time to return your people to you. Also, if you have any clues, please tell me everything."

Damon had already stood up and was looking at Lingling with gentle eyes. When he heard that his people would be returned to him, his eyes changed instantly.

"Elf King, what do you mean by this?" He looked at the two tree people and Triton. "They are not my people. So what are you talking about?"

Damon thought of something and his body swayed, making him a little unsteady.

Tag hurried forward to support Damon, and even Huhu rushed forward to stand at Damon's feet, wanting to help.

Thor sighed, put the restless little ball in his arms on the ground, and watched her run towards Damon.

He said to Tag: "Brother Tag, please hold Damon up."

As soon as he finished speaking, the spacious ground was filled with white bones, and the atmosphere in the tent suddenly became depressing and heavy.

Seeing the skeletons, Damon dropped the crutch in his hand, pushed Tag away, walked over with staggering steps, and when he was almost in front of them, he suddenly pounced on the pile of bones.

He didn't care that they were the bones of dead orcs. He trembled all over and stretched out his rough and calloused hands towards them.

At first, Damon didn't dare to touch them, and just let the tears flow slowly down his old face, but he immediately raised his hand and wiped them away roughly, as if he was afraid that his tears would fall on the bones of his tribesmen.

After a while, he dared to gently touch the bones with trembling hands.

Every touch felt like a knife was cutting his heart, and the heart-wrenching pain made Damon feel like he couldn't breathe for a moment.

"Ho-ho-ho"

Damon's eyes were filled with pain and helplessness. He looked at Thor, wanting to say something, but he couldn't speak.

Just at this moment, Tiger came in from outside the tent. He saw Damon lying in pain and the pile of bones on the ground. He quickly put down what he was holding and wanted to go forward to help Damon up.

But Damon swatted him away and yelled at Thor, "Who did this?! Who did this?!"

Thor looked a little reluctant, because the orcs' bones were far more than those of the other three tribes.

He counted them on the way and there should be twelve, including three each of adult male orcs, adult female orcs, female cubs, and male cubs.

He also knew that Damon wasn't yelling at him, he just had emotions that he couldn't let out.

Thor didn't reply to him immediately. Damon was not in a good state to talk.

He looked at Lingling, who was frightened by Damon's appearance, and raised his hand to call her over.

Lingling looked at Damon, then at her Uncle Thor, and after thinking for a while, she approached Thor cautiously.

Thor squatted down, looked at Lingling's small round eyes, which were already watery because of empathy, sighed, and said softly to Lingling, "Lingling, go over there and use healing magic to steady your Grandpa Damon. Then, don't say anything, just nestle in his arms and let him lean on you for a while."

The little girl listened quietly, nodded her little bear head, ran past the bewildered Tiger and Tag, crawled under Damon's arm and into his arms, silently cast a healing magic, and then stopped talking. She listened to Thor's words and obediently let Damon's arms wrap around her.

As expected, Damon did not refuse Lingling's approach. After Lingling treated him, his breathlessness was immediately relieved and his heartbeat gradually calmed down. However, he was still immersed in great sadness and anger.

He hugged Lingling's little body tightly, as if it was his only comfort.

Damon held Lingling for a long time, until Lingling's little feet became numb. He then stumbled to his feet while holding Lingling and sat on the wooden chair that Tiger pushed over.

He stared straight at the bones on the ground, his tone cold to the bone: "Elf King, I'm fine now. Please tell me what happened."

Thor looked at Damon's condition and saw the water that Tiger had just placed on the round table. He took a glass and walked over to hand it to Damon. Then he said, "Do you remember that twenty years ago I came to help you treat the people who were infected by the evil spirit?"

Damon slowly raised one hand to take the bamboo cup, and with the other hand, he held Lingling tightly. He spoke in a hoarse voice, "I remember that time, it was thanks to you that you saved my people for free. Otherwise, there wouldn't be many orcs left today."

At that time, Thor went to rescue the humans in the city, but his ability was discovered by an orc who sneaked into the city.

The orc begged Thor to come and heal the out-of-control orcs.

At that time, Thor had made a lot of money from treating the human nobles and reaped a lot of benefits from them. He was in a good mood and was easy to talk to, so he agreed.

Later, he came to the orc territory where Damon was. The tragic situation and the heart-wrenching cries of the little orcs made him feel sympathy.

He still remembered that Damon was not that old at that time. He was frantically trying to find a way to save his people. He scratched himself like a bloody skeleton and ran in the opposite direction of the territory, luring those demented orcs.

Thor happened to run into an orc and knew that he could save his people. What did he say at that time?

"Please, save them. You can either kill me or make me your slave. Please."

In the end, he still took action. Knowing that they were having a hard time, he helped them heal and then just collected a few tender prey as a token of his appreciation before leaving.

So the mention of demonic energy now undoubtedly brought Damon's thoughts back to those bloody days.

"What does the evil spirit have to do with my people on earth?" Damon said tiredly.

Thor looked quietly at Damon, the orc who was younger than him but had worked hard for his people all his life, and slowly said, "They are related to the generation of demonic energy."

"Bang!"

The bamboo cup fell to the ground and rolled away.