"Thank you so much, thank you so much."
A cat-beastman who looked quite young stood there, extremely thin and sickly, wrapped in three layers of blankets, expressing his gratitude to Yinla and Ernie: "On behalf of the beastmen, I thank you."
This is the chieftain of the furry tribe... equivalent to half an orc king.
"My name is Cat Right, and I am the chief of the Furry Tribe. I am truly ashamed that, despite being the chief, I was unable to personally rescue the beastmen... After Crocodile Overlord went missing, my health also deteriorated."
As he said this, Cat Right looked at the blankets covering him with even more shame, then looked around at the beastmen protecting him and said, "In these times of scarcity, I've taken a lot of blankets for myself... But anyway, I'm still very grateful to you all."
Moreover, at this point, the Orc Kingdom could hardly offer anything to match the two's help... They did have some gold and silver treasures, but they couldn't offer any more.
Yinla shook his head nonchalantly, looking quite composed... After all, he had seen far too many beings of the [King] level, and it was truly rare to see a normal leader.
Especially this generation...
One is competent but lacks talent (Imsabel), one is inexperienced and needs time to mature (Satan Ye), one is a martial arts leader with little control over her subordinates (Orpheus), one is a mascot whose only advantage is her race's invincibility (Cassiopeia), and one is someone who has poured her heart and soul into her work...
Yes, it's the kind of painstaking effort in the physical sense, the kind that makes you bleed from all seven orifices... Mylian Miriam is quite admirable, even though she's far from being a "king" in the conventional sense.
More like a holy woman (or male) from the Papacy, often depicted in novels?
Perhaps only King Lothar fits the image of a pirate king... but he is from the previous generation, and the current kings are indeed all a little bit off.
The current Orc Kingdom is also in a state of disarray, with one chieftain suffering from a severe illness and another chieftain missing.
Although Yinla thought this way, she knew that the Crocodile Overlord mentioned by Chief Cat Right was probably the chief of the Slippery Slippery Tribe, but Ernie was not quite clear about the intricacies involved. She asked, "Who is Brother Crocodile Overlord? And why is your body... related to him?"
In response to Ernie's question, Cat Right glanced at the unfamiliar, unrecognized woman beside Yinla and replied, "Crocodile King is the chieftain of the Slippery Slope tribe, my close friend... His physical condition is naturally due to the influence of the [Orcish Covenant - Ancestor's Oath]."
What is that?
Seeing Ernie's confusion, Illa helped explain, saying, "It's a special spell. The leaders of the two tribes stand on the land of the Orc Kingdom and maintain it together... As long as the two don't leave the Orc Kingdom, neither of them will die."
This isn't exactly a secret, but it's not something you can easily find out.
Cat Right looked at Yinla with some surprise, nodded and said, "Yes, but the price is... if one side dies outside the orc kingdom, the other side will also die soon. Even if they don't die... the other side that stays in the orc kingdom will quickly become weak."
Of course, this restriction and the reward of immortality also have their limits... If someone of Yinla's or Lunwai's caliber were to make a move, then the so-called "immortality" based on "ancestral protection" would be nothing but a joke.
However, this is still a fairly perfect form of protection.
"In other words, another king named Crocodile Overlord is currently abroad, and he is not dead..."
Ernie said this, then thought for a moment and said, "If that's the case, then he must have simply left the Orc Kingdom, since his body wouldn't be weak."
In other words, Crocodile King may have betrayed him.
“Ernie…”
Yinla stopped Ernie, feeling there was no need to continue discussing their family matters, especially since Cat Right's expression had become awkward. He looked at the chief, who seemed to be on his deathbed, and said, "Our help is just a small favor."
It was indeed a simple task. In short, Ernie melted the snow in the corresponding location, and then Ira, with the wings of the Crimson Dragon spread out, safely hoisted the person up. This process was repeated... and everyone was then wrapped up by Mana and followed the two to the tribe.
Yinla couldn't guarantee the smoothness and comfort of the journey.
"Of course, I'd also like to talk to you about your reply... You and the acting chief of the Hualiuliu tribe both said that you don't have the resources to deal with the disaster right now, which puzzled me at the time."
As Yinla said this, he looked at Maoyou and then at the bustling construction scene outside the tribal tents, and said, "Now I can understand a little better... and you are also very far from the coast."
As Yinla was saying this, a tall, agile orc rushed in... She was a mature orc with long orange hair, who seemed to have a good level of physical training and a very well-proportioned figure.
While she's not a muscular, wealthy woman, she's definitely not petite either.
"Dad! What are you talking about?! That Inla Elkaras, what exactly is she...?"
The orc asked Cat Right this question, looking at Ernie and Illa with suspicion. Her gaze lingered on Illa for a moment, and then the hostility she had shown vanished instantly. She stood there stunned, looking shocked.
To be honest, although this orc calls Mao You "Dad," it's hard to connect the frail Mao You with her no matter how you look at it... No, actually, in this world, you need to accept many similar situations sooner rather than later.
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