Chapter 72
"Uncle Erwens?" The sharp-eyed Jiaojiao leaned out of her father's arms, opened her mouth in surprise when she saw the uncles covered in blood, and then frowned.
Hesnemen stopped and looked sideways because of Jiaojiao's words.
The hunting team that came forward was in a very miserable state. They were covered in blood and their clothes were torn. The number of orcs that returned was far less than when they left, and there was not even any sign of prey on them.
This was almost the most embarrassing and loss-making experience for the hunting team in recent years.
The orcs who came out to protect the little orcs and the orcs guarding the city gate all frowned grimly.
Fox Right, one of the little orcs, turned pale. As soon as the hunting team approached him, he hurried forward and asked, "Uncle Erwen, where is my father?"
Hu You's father Hu Ai participated in this hunt, but Hu You did not see his father among the orcs who returned. He even stood on tiptoe to look at those orcs who were being carried, but still did not see his father.
The disheveled orcs carried their seriously injured companions, saluted Hesnemen, and left in a hurry. Only Erwens stopped when Hu You asked.
Erwens stopped and looked down at Hu You. Big drops of blood dripped from his fingers that were worn to the point where there was almost no flesh left.
His expression was numb and indifferent. Facing Hu You who was looking at him expectantly, the words spoken in his hoarse voice were like a sharp knife, instantly scraping away all the blood from Hu You's face, and even the pair of eyes full of expectation dimmed.
Xiao Huyou's body was still wet from playing in the water before. He lowered his head and tried hard to blink away the moisture in his eyes. His cheeks trembled slightly because of his tightly clenched teeth. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but all that came out of his mouth were vague and indistinguishable words, like crying.
Death is not unfamiliar to the orcs in the deserted city. These two words seem to have accompanied them as they grew up, running through their lives from childhood to adulthood.
The little orcs in the deserted city usually have the word death deeply engraved in their minds when they are five or six years old, or even younger.
Because in the deserted city, most of the little orcs often lose one of their mothers or fathers when they are very young.
Of course, there are also many little orcs like Ares and his sister whose parents have both passed away. On the contrary, little orcs like Fox You whose parents are both alive are very rare.
The deserted city is a place where life is isolated, and the orcs living here are destined to be accompanied by death.
It's just that during this period of time, because of the existence of gods, this place has gradually become different. The life that blooms in this desolate land has stimulated the orcs' long-numbed hearts to become lively, so that they can no longer accept even death.
Erwens didn't say anything else, but just like the countless times he failed to bring back the orcs he had taken out, he kept Fox You's current appearance firmly in his mind, almost masochistically.
Only in this way, only by remembering the grief-stricken expressions of the orcs who had lost their beasts over and over again in his mind, would he be more careful and cautious when leading the team.
This is his way of admonishing himself!
Erwins just lowered his eyes, as if he was looking at Fox You, or as if he was looking at the blood-stained companions of the hunting team as they fell one by one. His amber eyes, hidden by his eyelids, were desolate and empty, making people despair.
"It hurts." A tender little white hand suddenly grabbed Erwens' relatively good thumb.
The warmth from his hand made Erwens look down.
The little god stood on tiptoe and struggled to grasp his fingers. His bright dark eyes wrinkled as he saw that all the flesh had been worn away, and the injuries on his finger bones were faintly visible. It was as if the pain was in his own body, and he kept saying, "It hurts."
Erwins' chest suddenly ached so much that he couldn't breathe. It wasn't the first time he had seen his companions collapse, but the sight of them being so powerless and bloody today was the first time he felt such a suffocating despair.
He squatted down and held the little god's tiny body tightly in his arms, his eyes red and his teeth clenched as if he was holding a life-saving straw. He wanted to ask the little god to save his companions, but his throat seemed to be strangled by something, and he was so hoarse that he couldn't make a sound.
Because he clearly understood that the little god didn't have such ability, but... his father... the great god did...
His eyes fell on his hands covered in mud and blood, which were holding Jiaojiao, and Hesnemen couldn't help but frown.
"Don't cry." Jiaojiao's little hand stretched out from his arms with great effort and patted the tall orc's shoulder. In a soft and childish voice, she coaxed him: "Tongtongfei, don't cry."
The orcs who noticed that the Lord God's eyes were becoming more and more strange hurriedly stepped forward to ask Erwens what had happened?
An hour ago, the hunting team was walking deep in the mountains. The tall trees blocked the sunlight, and a loud rumbling sound suddenly rang in their ears, followed by the mountains tilting and the ground shaking.
The earth was like a huge mouth of an abyss that suddenly cracked open. The huge rocks falling from great heights and the towering trees falling down turned the mountains and forests into a place to harvest lives, not to mention the tide of ferocious beasts that were alarmed.
In such a chaotic and dangerous forest, surviving seems like a pipe dream.
When Erwens told them what had happened, there was a moment of silence at the scene, and then all their eyes were focused on the Lord God. Even Hu You, who was immersed in grief, turned his head to look at the Lord God.
When Jiaojiao came out of Uncle Erwens' arms, he found that everyone's eyes were on his father, so he looked up at his father blankly.
Hesnemon, who was being watched, did not react at all.
He certainly wasn't acting as carefully now as he had tens of thousands of years ago, paying attention to whether his every move would affect these fragile creatures.
Now, in his eyes, these creations were marked as defective and needed to be destroyed, so he no longer wasted too much energy paying attention to them.
However, when Hesnemen's gaze met Jiaojiao's confused eyes, he sighed for no reason. He bent down and wiped the corners of Jiaojiao's eyes, which were slightly red due to the grief of the orcs, and waved his sleeves.
The orcs who had fallen into the cracks, were buried in the soil, and were crushed by trees and boulders appeared before their eyes one after another.
Although the sight of these densely packed orcs lying on the ground in a bloody mess was shocking, fortunately, in the next second, their chests, which had been motionless, began to rise and fall slightly as the gods raised their eyes.
Three days later, bright white sunlight fell from the dilapidated window of the medical hall. Zella, who had been unconscious on the bed for three days, opened his eyes after his eyelids trembled slightly.
The sunlight fell into his eyes, making him feel a little dizzy. He supported himself on the edge of the bed and sat up, lowering his eyes to think about what had happened.
At the door, Jiaojiao, carrying a small backpack and with a silver-white and blue-striped swallowtail butterfly on her head, poked her head in.
Zera, who was half sitting on the bed, noticed him immediately and looked over.
Jiaojiao, meeting Brother Zella's gaze, ran in with her short legs, lay down on the edge of the bed and looked up at Zella: "Brother Zella, you're awake."
"Yeah." Zella nodded, bent down and carried him to sit on the bed, and her eyes fell on the butterfly on his head.
Jiaojiao noticed her brother's gaze and raised her hand to take the butterfly off her head and handed it to him: "Brother, your butterfly."
Zera's eyes fell on the butterfly fluttering its wings slightly in his hand. "Mine?"
"Yeah." Jiaojiao nodded, and after placing the butterfly on her brother's hand, she stretched out her little hand to gesture: "That day, it flew out from my brother's dirty hand like this."
That day, when the orcs pried open Zerra's bloody but still tightly clenched hands, a silver-white and blue-striped butterfly flew up from his hands tremblingly.
The butterfly, its wings stained with blood, fluttered again and again, looking graceful and full of vitality under the sunlight. There was an indescribable shock in such a scene.
Zella, who remembered, lowered his eyes and looked at the butterfly in his hand.
In such a chaotic and dangerous situation in the deep forest, he didn't know why he protected such a butterfly at the last moment.
"Brother Zera, you won't die, right?" A bright and tender voice brought Zera back to his senses from his deep thoughts.
The childish little voice was full of seriousness: "Jiaojiao doesn't want you to die."
Jiaojiao has had a deeper and more intuitive understanding of death in recent days.
This impression comes from my little friend Hu You.
Hu You's father did not die because of the disaster accidentally caused by the gods. The danger from the depths of the Bian Forest is no less than that from the wilderness. Death in the depths of the forest is something that cannot be completely avoided.
Hu You's father, who did not die in the disaster, did not even have his body brought back.
Perhaps because his parents and grandmother are still alive, the little fox was raised to have a fearless and reckless nature.
That night, the little fox crawled out of the hole that Ares had crawled out of, and quietly ran to the Bian Forest to bring back his father's body.
As a result, he never came back!
Jiaojiao, who had lost her friend, held Zella's fingers with red eyes and said, "If Zella dies, Jiaojiao will be very sad."
Zera lowered her eyes to look at the small, soft hand holding her fingers, then raised her eyes to meet the little god's serious, red eyes.
In Zera's cognition, death is never something to be sad or afraid of.
So whenever he saw little orcs of his age crying in grief because of the death of their parents, he didn't understand and felt confused.
Isn't death something to be celebrated and rejoiced about?
It ends a lifetime of sorrow, pain, hunger, thirst and suffering!
Death makes orcs no longer feel confused, lonely and unwilling!
Shouldn't such a death be seen as a beautiful destination?
Why are you afraid of it?
Zera didn’t understand it before, and she still doesn’t understand it now!
But he thought, maybe because the little god would be sad, he would try not to look forward to the arrival of death!
"Well, at least you won't die for now." Zella nodded.
Jiaojiao curved her eyes when she heard that Brother Zella would not die, but then she remembered that she would never see her little friend again, and pursed her lips with a bit of disappointment.
Seeing that the little god was a little disappointed, Zera stretched out his index finger and poked the little god's chubby face: "Unhappy?"
"Yeah, I'm a little unhappy." Jiaojiao stretched out her finger and compared.
Zera took a look and saw that half a finger was unhappy, which seemed to indicate that he was really unhappy.
He raised his hand, causing the butterfly that was perched on his hand to flutter its wings and fly away. Then he looked at Jiaojiao and said, "I'll take you somewhere."
"Okay." Jiaojiao nodded. After being carried down from the bed, she ran home with her short legs.
Seeing this, Zela raised his foot and followed.
"Dad, Brother Zera wants to take me somewhere. Do you want to go with Jiaojiao?" Before the person arrived, a small voice came first.
In the yard, Hesnemen turned his head and saw that he looked much more energetic, and his depressed mood finally improved a little.
Hu You's death was confirmed yesterday afternoon, and his body had been eaten to pieces. If it had been a day earlier, he might have reluctantly molded a body for him and resurrected him just to make the little guy happy.
But it has been two and a half days, and the soul has dissipated into various elements and merged into the air, so it cannot be resurrected.
However, seeing that the little guy was sad, he made a new creation that was exactly the same. But Jiaojiao recognized at a glance that this little orc who looked exactly like Hu You was not his little friend.
Seeing this, Hesnemen, who failed to achieve his goal, destroyed this little creation.
"Dad." Jiaojiao ran up and hugged his legs. He looked up at his father and said, "Brother Zella wants to take Jiaojiao out to play. Dad and Jiaojiao are together."
Hesnemen squatted down and held Jiaojiao's chubby little face and rubbed it: "Okay, but we have to play a little game."
"What's the joke?" Jiaojiao asked vaguely, her mouth pushed forward.
"You guys go first, Dad will wait a while and then go, let's see if Dad can find you." Hesnemen said with a smile in his voice.
"Okay." Jiaojiao responded excitedly, and ran out the door with her short legs. Before she stepped out, she waved her little hand and said, "If Daddy finds Jiaojiao, Jiaojiao will have a reward."
Hesnemen was a little surprised that there was a reward, and nodded with a smile in his golden eyes.
After Jiaojiao's figure disappeared from his sight, the smile in his eyes faded, and his gaze fell coldly somewhere in the distance.
These so-called gods are unexpectedly slow in arriving!
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