Didn't I care about you?

“Crackle—”

The things in the orcs' hands fell to the ground one after another, making a harsh sound.

Benlang stared at Fuying with one eye, the white of his eye turned scarlet, and the wine in the bamboo tube gurgled out. In the silent thorny vine house, waves of dizzying alcohol smelt surged.

Teng glanced at everyone and could understand the excitement in their hearts.

The fur on Benlang's body trembled, and he choked out a sob, "Mistress, are you, are you telling the truth?"

He never thought that he would hear such words and leave Thorn Cliff?

The deepest wish of every fallen orc at the foot of the Cliff of Thorns is probably to leave the Cliff of Thorns, but they also know very well that this wish is impossible to realize. From the moment they were exiled, they have to stay here for generations.

There is not enough food, they suffer in the scorching hot sand, fight against countless poisonous insects, and even have no female in their entire life, their bloodline is cut off. In order to maintain their lives, they have to make deals with the so-called high priests and suffer a lot.

Now, someone told them that they would be taken away from Thorn Cliff.

No one had ever said this to them, not even in a dream.

"Yes, leave Thorn Cliff." Fu Ying nodded and repeated it again.

The orcs' sobs and choking could be heard in the room. They were so excited that they couldn't utter a word.

Benlang also wiped his eyes fiercely, his voice filled with tears: "Witch, Master Witch, thank you! You have always been the benefactor of us fallen orcs. You saved us, and now, you have to take us away from Thorn Cliff. We..."

Fu Ying looked at the excited orcs and shook his head again: "I'm not taking everyone away."

Hearing this, the room suddenly became quiet again.

The orcs stopped crying, their faces turned as pale as paper, and their pupils trembled slightly.

Not taking everyone away? What does that mean?

Teng pursed his thin lips, a hint of vigilance flashed across his dark green eyes, and he moved closer to Fu Ying without leaving a trace.

Fu Ying certainly knew that what she had just said was somewhat dangerous for these fallen orcs who had just barely grasped hope. However, if things were not explained clearly, it would only be more cruel to them.

"I want to lead the fallen orcs away from the Cliff of Thorns, not back to the North Mountain, but to the outside of the Triangle Sea."

"Orcs who wish to leave must reveal their past and why they became fallen orcs."

"If you don't want to leave, I won't force you."

Fu Ying spoke in a calm and clear voice, not caring how much pressure his words brought to them.

She wanted to take the fallen orcs away and go outside the Triangle Sea to cause some trouble to the guy who dared to plot against her, but she never thought of letting go of those fallen orcs who had really done evil, brutally slaughtered their own kind, and devoured beast crystals just to strengthen their own orcs. Once they left the Thorn Cliff, they would bring new dangers to the Orc Continent.

Although she is not a kind person, she does not want to cause an irreparable situation because of her own reasons.

She will not take responsibility for these consequences.

What she really wanted to take away this time was the "poor people" like Bai Cang who were forced to become fallen orcs.

After these people go to the Triangle Sea, they will form a new force for Bai Cang to use.

After hearing Fu Ying's words, the orcs looked at each other in confusion, but Benlang quickly understood. He had been with Chief Fengyin before, and although he didn't know much about his past, he knew that he didn't choose to become a fallen orc.

"Benlang, I'll leave this matter to you."

"Look carefully. I only have two days. After two days, any fallen orc who wants to leave Thorn Cliff can come to the Windsong Tribe."

Fu Ying looked at Benlang quietly and spoke softly.

Benlang is a smart man, and he is a rare male orc who survived the death of a female orc.

He became a fallen orc because his female was abducted and killed by stray orcs. After surviving the backlash of the contract, Benlang completely lost his human form and his body was covered with hair.

However, he didn't care. He lay dormant for a long time, killed the wandering orc, and swallowed the other's beast crystal.

In the end, he fell to the foot of the Thorn Cliff and took refuge with Bai Cang.

Benlang took a deep breath and nodded emphatically: "Yes! Don't worry, Lady Witch!"

*

In the evening, Fu Ying ate some roasted animal meat and looked at the silent Fengyin tribe covered by the snow outside.

Teng added some wood to the fire to make the flames even warmer.

He followed Fu Ying's gaze and whispered, "I'm afraid there's going to be chaos down at Thorn Cliff in the next couple of days."

Fu Ying curled his lips and said, "Orcs are sincere and revere the Beast God. There aren't many pure and evil corrupted orcs. This is a good opportunity to train Benlang. If he can do this well, he can be of great use in the future."

Teng raised his eyes to look at Fu Ying, the starlight reflected on his face, making his facial features look more profound.

He frowned slightly, and said with a sour tone: "A Ying really put a lot of thought into Bai Cang."

The foot of the Thorn Cliff was Bai Cang's old nest, and the Fengyin Tribe was built by him personally. It was obvious who Fu Ying was paving the way for by taking these fallen orcs away. Teng was not a stupid person, he was just too lazy to think.

Fu Ying blinked, wiped the grease off his hands, and looked at Teng's face, which was particularly handsome in the firelight.

She tilted her head and said with a half-smile, "Didn't I put in any effort for you?"

Teng was slightly startled. On the way from the Black Crocodile Swamp to the Frost Plain Tribe, they would pass by the Cangshan Tribe. If she came forward, Mo Yan would definitely agree to lead the Cangshan Tribe to the outside of the Triangle Sea. Why did he have to make such a trip?

What's more, she has a teleportation scroll in her hand. She can go anywhere she wants with just a thought. Does she need him?

Teng's heart became hot, and his dark green eyes turned into vertical pupils, staring at Fu Ying closely.

Fu Ying looked at him, raised her red lips slightly, and hooked her finger towards Teng.

His Adam's apple rolled as he walked towards her against the firelight, leaning over to stare straight at her. His dark green pupils were stained with desire. His voice was hoarse, as if covered by a layer of fog, and his breathing was uneven: "Aying, I like this kind of thinking."

Teng's voice is always pleasant and youthful, but he is used to being flamboyant and has not restrained his violent temper.

At this moment, in the ambiguous atmosphere, his deliberately lowered voice was so soft and lingering that it made people's ears numb.

"You said you wanted to have cubs." Fu Ying's slender fingertips gently stroked his muscular chest, pinched his jaw, and put her mouth close to his ear. Her charming and gentle voice hooked into his ear, making Teng's slender body tremble continuously.

His eyes were completely dark, and a low, hoarse roar escaped from his throat.

He suddenly bit her red lips, and while Fu Ying was breathing tremblingly, his figure suddenly changed, and his slender body turned into a giant black snake.

The inky black scales on the snake's body had a cold metallic texture, and each scale seemed to have been tempered, bringing a chilling chill.

He gently wrapped his arms around the slender body that haunted his dreams, taking control of her fragility.

Fu Ying's fingertips sank into his hard scales, but he was restrained even more forcefully.

The snake's tongue hissed as it brushed against her earlobe, its low, hoarse voice filled with a dangerous and intense possessiveness: "Aying..."