Chapter 75
There was neither the changing of light and shadow nor the expression of emotion in the eyes of the golden deity.
A faint gaze fell from his eyes and landed on a pile of odds and ends lying on his broad palm, including a small ugly bamboo cage, two grasshoppers woven with bamboo strips, three lifelike birds carved from wood, two golden dried flowers, a fruit core with beautiful patterns and five or six cleanly washed colorful stones.
Every time his eyes passed over one of them, he could remember the little guy's face with smiles and joy when he got these things.
Hesnemen's eyes moved and fell on the little head buried in his arms. A gentle voice came out of his mouth: "Are you really giving it all to me? Don't you feel bad?"
"I feel bad." A muffled voice came from his arms.
"You feel sorry for it but you still give it all to me?" Hesnemen asked in confusion.
Jiaojiao raised her head from her father's arms, her dark, bright eyes filled with dependence and admiration: "I feel sorry for Daddy. I give all these to Daddy. Does Daddy feel happier?"
Hesnemen was stunned by the frank expression of his heartache. He was actually very surprised that the little guy could sense his depressed mood, because before coming, Hesnemen deliberately spent a long time to calm down his rare emotional ups and downs.
But Hesnemen might not know that the quieter, more peaceful, colder, and more indifferent he is, the more turbulent the waves hidden in his eyes become, and the black fog swirling on the continent is the most true portrayal of this.
Jiaojiao has always been very sensitive to her father's emotions.
Seeing that her father didn't say anything, Jiaojiao tilted her head and thought for a while, then held her little hand out to her father, trying hard to flatten her hand to make the dimple on the back of her hand more obvious: "Daddy, poke me."
Looking down at the tender and fleshy little hand in front of him, a hint of doubt suddenly appeared in Hesnemen's golden eyes, as if he didn't understand why he was suddenly asked to poke the back of his hand.
Seeing that her father didn't move, Jiaojiao pulled her father's index finger and put the back of her hand close to it, and carefully poked the small fleshy dimples on the back of her hand on her father's finger one by one. After poking her left hand, she switched to her right hand for her father to poke.
After they finished poking, Jiaojiao looked up at her father, with a little expectation in her dark and bright eyes: "Is Dad happy?"
The doubtful Hesnemen met Jiaojiao's eyes, and in that instant, he suddenly remembered that when he was imprisoned in the eternal night, he also sat on the ground, holding Jiaojiao's small hand, and poking the small dimples on the back of his hand one by one.
It was probably because he felt better after poking the dimple, so Jiaojiao thought that he would be in a better mood.
When Hesnemen realized this, his heart sank slightly, and he didn't know how to describe the emotions that arose in him.
"Dad, let Jiaojiao hum a tune for you!" Seeing that her father still didn't say anything, Jiaojiao frowned and came up with this idea.
The tunes Jiaojiao can hum were all learned from her orc grandmas or uncles.
The little god always likes to walk on the streets of the deserted city with a small backpack on his back. The orcs all like this soft, cute and approachable little god. They often prepare things specially, go to the streets where the little god often walks, pretend to pass by, and then find an opportunity to give the carefully prepared things to the little god.
Orcs are certainly not beautiful. In their gray, decadent, and desperate lives, in their lives that are suffocating due to the guilt they have been given, the dark side they are brought up with is no less than that of any other race.
But whenever they see the little god's curved eyebrows and clear eyes, the suffering and injustice they have experienced in their lives seem negligible.
So they like to get closer to the little gods more and more, just like moths that have been in the dark for a long time get closer to the light.
Hesnemen lowered his eyes and looked at Jiaojiao, who was shaking his little head and humming a tune. He took the things in his hand and reached out to poke his chubby little face.
Jiaojiao blinked after having her face poked, and took the initiative to put her little face on her father's other open palm for him to poke.
Seeing this, Hesnemen's golden eyes suddenly curved, and a deep and shallow smile appeared in his eyes, making his already bright eyes even more complex and gorgeous.
He leaned down and put his face close to the little god's face, rubbing it with great affection and dependence, swaying his shiny golden hair. The moonlight fell on the two gods, one big and one small, covering them with a layer of holy and extremely warm light.
This scene was undoubtedly beautiful. Even the resolute Zera was shaken for a moment when he saw it.
The raging black fog in various places on the Kana continent suddenly calmed down, as if it had been soothed by something, and in a very short time it became docile from its roaring state.
On the gloomy sea, Guslaren, who was trying his best to hold up the protective shield, suddenly fell from the sky in exhaustion the moment the black fog softened. His long blue hair, slightly curled like seaweed, was stuck to the sides of his face due to sweat. His eyebrows were as gentle as always, but his dark blue eyes were staring blankly at the sky, which was as gloomy as the sea.
As it fell into the sea, its slender and powerful legs turned into a huge blue shark tail, which created high waves and then quickly fell to the bottom of the sea.
Countless mermaids rushed in from all directions, trying to grab their exhausted and falling god!
In their eyes, the god who fell to the bottom of the sea had a blue shark tail that looked like the sea and had already been entangled by dense black lines, like black chains binding his body.
On the glacier in the wilderness, Jiaojiao, who had coaxed her father into doing well, was pulling at his robe and stepping onto the ice with curiosity in her eyes.
Jiaojiao, who successfully stood on the ice, curved her eyes and tried to walk forward with her short legs. Unexpectedly, she slipped after taking just two steps and was about to fall forward.
Hesnemen bent down in time to steady Jiaojiao. Seeing the little guy so scared that he hugged his legs and dared not move, he couldn't help but laugh.
Hearing her father's laughter, Jiaojiao pursed her lips in embarrassment, then waved to Zella behind her: "Brother Zella, come here quickly."
Hearing this, Zera strode forward.
Jiaojiao stretched out her little hand to Brother Zella who came forward and said eagerly, "Brother Zella, hold Jiaojiao."
Zara bent down as he was told, and held Jiaojiao's small hand with his rough big hand.
Holding brother Zela with one hand and pulling at her father's robe with the other, Jiaojiao smiled at them with curved eyes: "This way you won't fall."
Looking at Jiaojiao's innocent appearance, Hesnemen smiled and bent down to rub Jiaojiao's furry head. During this time, he glanced sideways at Zella and didn't say anything.
From the very beginning, he realized that this orc was not a creation of his world.
After taking two steps, Jiaojiao still slipped and blinked in confusion. Seeing this, Hesnemen told him to stand still and not move, and then he and Zela each pulled Jiaojiao on one side and started to slide on the ice.
The little fellow, who was playing like this for the first time, laughed with joy. His childish laughter floated on the ice. The mermaids who were hiding and peeking under the thick ice shook their tails, creating ripples underwater.
After playing for a while, Jiaojiao buried her face in her father's robe and yawned continuously.
Seeing this, Hesniemen bent down and picked up Jiaojiao, and asked gently, "Go back to sleep?"
"Yeah, let me sleep." Jiaojiao, who was so sleepy that she kept nodding her head while lying in her father's arms, said vaguely.
After getting the answer, Hesnemen hugged Jiaojiao and turned around. He took a step forward and disappeared.
In a blink of an eye, Zera was the only orc left on the glacier. Zera was not surprised to be alone and walked towards the deserted city.
Zera's journey back was a bit bumpy. When he came, he was not attacked by the red scorpion because of the presence of the little god. When he went back, Zera relied entirely on himself to fight his way back.
The red scorpions will be docile in front of the little god, but that doesn’t mean they will be docile in front of Zella, the orc who has held the little god.
On the contrary, it was because Zella had held the little god that the jealous red scorpions became more aggressive.
Although the black fog has become milder, it is only relative to the daytime. In fact, it is still submerging all cities with life at a very fast speed.
The night passed quickly, and the warm sunlight came in through the window. Jiaojiao woke up from her sleep, blinked, stretched, and sat up from the bed.
Jiaojiao reached out and smoothed her messy hair, then turned to look at her father who was still asleep beside her.
As she watched, Jiaojiao reached out and gently stroked her father's curly golden eyelashes. Seeing that her father was still asleep, she reached out and touched his eyelids.
Hesnemen, who hadn't slept to begin with, grabbed Jiaojiao's hand when she reached out to pinch his nose and said, "Look which little rascal I caught!"
Jiaojiao, who was caught red-handed, smiled cheerfully, buried her head in her father's arms and acted coquettishly: "It's not the little rascal, it's Jiaojiao."
Hesnemen smiled and ruffled his shaggy hair.
When Hesnemen and Jiaojiao got up leisurely and had breakfast, the orcs, who were always diligent, had already come to the wasteland early and started digging bitter roots.
When the orcs arrived at the wasteland and saw the scene there, they were stunned for a moment. They did not expect that in just one day, the number of people of all races in the wasteland would increase several times, making the usually desolate wasteland have the illusion of being lively.
After realizing what was happening, the orcs, with a gloating attitude, secretly ran to see the miserable state of the once high-ranking Celestials and Elves.
But while watching the excitement, he suddenly learned everything that was happening outside.
They learned about the gods' betrayal, that there was only one god in this world, and that the beastmen were not the race that betrayed the gods. On the contrary, it was the five gods who truly betrayed the gods.
When the truth of betraying the gods was presented so frankly before them, and when the guilt of betraying the gods was lifted from the backs of the orcs, the orcs did not get the relief, joy and pride they had imagined. Instead, they were overwhelmed by heart-wrenching sadness and hatred.
Ever since they were branded as traitors to God ten thousand years ago, orcs have been expelled, slaughtered, and tortured like stray dogs.
All races uphold the will of the gods and commit all kinds of unimaginable cruelty to the beastmen.
The orcs have been wandering for thousands of years. The despair of having enemies all over the world and having no place to stand in the vast world is like an eternal night with no end in sight and no light to show.
In the other half of the deserted city, there stood thousands and tens of thousands of stone tablets. These shocking stone tablets were engraved with densely packed names, and those names that were carved deep enough were filled with a frightening sense of unwillingness.
All the beastmen in the deserted city came here to tell the truth to their ancestors who had never rested in peace...
Sometimes waiting for the truth you have been pursuing for a lifetime does not mean salvation.
It may even mean a new round of suffering.
Hatred will destroy everything and completely disrupt the beastmen's barely stable days.
Therefore, when the tribe leader Sai Meng got the truth from the Lord God, he did not choose to tell the truth to the tribe beasts.
That blood feud that nearly wiped out their entire clan, how could the beastmen not hate them?! How could they not go mad?!
In the yard, Jiaojiao, who was squatting under a tree drawing circles on the ground with a branch, suddenly raised her head and pricked up her ears to listen. Then she dropped the branch and ran to the kitchen, saying to her father who was making breakfast, "Dad, the orc uncles are crying."
"No." Hesnemen bent down and rubbed Jiaojiao's furry ears: "You heard wrong."
"Really?" Jiaojiao tilted her head and asked doubtfully.
"Really." Hesnemen, meeting his gaze, coughed lightly with a guilty conscience, looked away, and said, "If you don't believe me, listen again."
Jiaojiao ran to the gate, opened it, and listened. When she heard nothing, she ran back again, her eyebrows curved, and she said, "Dad, Jiaojiao heard it wrong. The orc uncles are not crying."
Hesniemen nodded and took a piece of fried pork ribs from the bowl and gave it to Jiaojiao: "Try it."
Jiaojiao took it and ate it with great relish, praising it generously while chewing: "It's delicious, Dad's fried spareribs are the best."
A smile filled Hesnemen's eyes. He reached out and poked Jiaojiao's cheek, which had become increasingly plump recently, with an indescribable sense of accomplishment in his heart.
Three days passed in a flash. One day, Jiaojiao was walking down the street with her little backpack on her back when she met Uncle Erwens. Tired from walking, Jiaojiao immediately reached out her little hand to him and said very skillfully, "Uncle Erwens, hold me."
Ever since Hesniemen just started learning to cook, he often sent Jiaojiao out to play out of shame. Since then, Jiaojiao has developed the habit of going out for a walk every day.
However, he has short legs and usually gets tired after walking a short distance. When he is tired, he will look for an orc uncle or aunt on the street to hug him.
The little god stretched out a small hand, and four cute dimples could be seen on the back of his chubby hand. No orc could refuse such a little god.
This led to the situation that for a long time, the orcs would hang out on the street where the little god was, whether they had something to do or not, just to wait to hug the little god.
Ervens had done this before, and because he was the captain of the hunting team, many orcs did not dare to compete with him, making him the orc who had held the little god the most times except Zella.
Asked by the little spirit to hug him, Erwens subconsciously took two steps forward. When he reached the front of the little spirit, he suddenly came to his senses and took two steps back.
When he met the little god's puzzled eyes, Erwens subconsciously turned his head away to avoid the little god's sight.
The little god's eyes were so clear and bright that Erwens, who looked into his eyes, felt as if his whole body was filled with foul-smelling blood.
"I, I'm dirty and can't hold you." After saying this, Erwens turned around and strode away, not daring to look back at the little god from beginning to end.
After being rejected, Jiaojiao tilted her head in confusion and continued to ask other uncles and aunts for hugs, but the orc uncles and aunts who were very enthusiastic in the past all refused Jiaojiao's request for hugs.
Jiaojiao was puzzled by this, but not disappointed, because he felt that his uncles and aunts were sad.
Jiaojiao, with puffed cheeks, squatted on the ground to rest for a while, then ran home with her short legs. After saying something to her father in the kitchen, she took a jar of sugar from the inner room and poured it into her pocket in front of her belly, then ran out of the yard again.
Hesnemen, who poked his head out of the kitchen, was a little worried. His Jiaojiao seemed to be too enthusiastic towards the people of the Beast Tribe, which was not a good sign.
Not long after running out of the yard, Jiaojiao saw Brother Zella. Although he was already very tired, his eyes lit up immediately and he waved his little hand and called out, "Brother Zella."
Seeing the little spirit, Zela strode forward, squatted down, and handed Jiaojiao two newly woven bamboo cages, one large and one small: "Take these for now. I'll take you to catch fireflies in a couple of days."
Jiaojiao, holding the bamboo basket, curled her eyes happily, took out some candy from the pouch in front of her belly and put it in Zella's hand. She said in a very soft voice, "Thank you, brother Zella."
Zera didn't hesitate to peel the candy in his hand and put it into his mouth.
After seeing Brother Zella eating the candy, Jiaojiao blinked and said, "Brother Zella, can you carry Jiaojiao to find Uncle Erwens and the others?"
Hearing this, Zela nodded decisively, hugged Jiaojiao in his arms, stood up and walked forward.
Zera knew where Erwens and the others were without asking.
Since the truth about betrayal was revealed, hundreds of fights, large and small, have occurred in the wilderness in the past three days.
The orcs' hatred combined with the guilt and guilty conscience of these races almost led to one-sided indiscriminate killing.
In just three days, the bloody and sticky blood covered the yellow ground of the wasteland with another layer of dark red color, and the stench seemed to drift into the deserted city with the wind.
But even so, the orcs still couldn't feel relieved in their hearts. The sorrow and suffering caused by the past were not eliminated by the lives lost at their hands.
Instead, the lingering fishy smell and the sticky and slippery feeling between their fingers torment their nerves all the time, becoming new nightmares and sufferings.
The culprit that caused all the suffering has long been destroyed by the hands of the gods, so what does everything they are doing now represent?
The beastmen who were questioning their inner thoughts sat under a big tree in the valley, looking up at the tree with empty eyes, wondering what they were thinking.
Jiaojiao and Zela found Erwens and the others under the big tree in the valley.
Jiaojiao came down from brother Zela's arms and ran forward with her short legs. She grabbed a handful of candy from the pocket in front of her belly and put it in Erwens' hand. Then she ran to the other side and grabbed a handful of candy for Xionghe.
The little god's hands were very small, and he only grabbed two out of a handful.
Erwens, who got two candies for no reason, looked at the candies in his hand that were shining in the mottled sunlight, and then looked at the little god who was distributing candies to the orcs sitting under the tree one by one.
After handing out candies one by one, Jiaojiao clapped her hands with her eyes curved, and said in a childish voice, "Eat candy. You won't feel sad after eating candy."
Realizing that the little god had noticed their unhappiness and had brought candies to comfort them, the orcs reflexively constricted their pupils, their breathing suddenly became disordered, but their breathing stagnated when they caught a glimpse of the little god's soft and clean smile.
After a moment, he suddenly looked away silently.
Maybe it was because of the sun shining on the candies, but for a moment, Erwens and the others felt that the two candies in their hands were a little hot.
They lowered their heads and looked at the candies in their hands. The crystal clear candies reflected streaks of smelly souls.
A breeze blew, the leaves above their heads rustled, and a light fruity fragrance drifted to their noses, but what they smelled was the bloody smell that seemed to have soaked their flesh.
There was no moment when they realized so clearly that they were dirty.
The smell of blood that seeped into their flesh and bones made them afraid to approach the little god, let alone touch the clean and dazzling little god with their dirty hands.
Seeing that they were still unhappy, Jiaojiao sat on the tree roots, swinging her short legs and humming a little tune for them.
The last time her father was unhappy, Jiaojiao hummed a tune to cheer him up, so Jiaojiao thought this was a very good way, better than candy and rewards.
Jiaojiao learned how to hum tunes from her grandma, uncles and aunts in the beast tribe.
The tunes hummed by orcs often carry a sense of desolation and confusion, but when these tunes are hummed by the tender and soft voices of the little gods, the feeling is completely changed.
The feeling of desolation and confusion was weakened by the tender and soft voice, and was replaced by the fluffy fragrance of flowers in the sun, the white flowers blooming in the barren land, and the young eagle that was left in the mud but flapped its tender wings and struggled to climb out of the mud pit.
Hearing the soft and tender voice, the beastmen seemed to see a young eagle that had been pushed into the mud again and again, and finally happily found a sunny place, dried off the mud on its body, shook off the mud, and flew up again.
But the mud and water can be shaken off, but the stench that has seeped into the bones, flesh and soul cannot be shaken off!
In the end, they could not hold on and sank into the rotten and smelly quagmire along with all the darkness, negativity, hatred and unbearableness in the world.
I wrote all day in a daze. I tried my best. I will make up for the remaining 200 words tomorrow.
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