"Impossible! My people would never do such a thing!"
Damon's eyes turned red with anger and his body couldn't stop shaking.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible, they are all good children, all good children..."
As soon as Thor heard what Damon said, he knew that Damon had misunderstood, and he quickly explained more clearly: "We found them in a strange magic circle. They must have been sacrificed after death to create the magic energy. And not only your people, but also elves, mermaids, tree people, and magical beasts have been found in the circle. Of course, humans are also found."
Damon slowly raised his eyes and stared at Thor, confirming expressionlessly, "So? They were used after death?"
Thor nodded and stated calmly, "So, we want you to take a close look at these bones and see if you can find any clues. We've looked at everything we've done, and we don't have any clues at the moment."
"That strange magic circle was located in a crack on the seabed. Lingling and I have destroyed it, but I'm afraid it might exist elsewhere. I want to proactively search for the source to prevent a recurrence of disaster."
"Grandpa Damon, don't be afraid~ Lingling will be with you~ Don't be afraid, don't be afraid!"
Lingling, who was being held obediently by Damon, couldn't help but speak, but her baby voice was choked with sobs. It was because Damon looked so sad that she wanted to cry.
In the few short years that the little girl has been exposed to the world, she has experienced extreme pain and also enjoyed extreme pampering. She and Bai Jiu both believe that regaining a new life can say goodbye to the past, but this is obviously not the case. The reason why pain is pain is because it leaves a great trauma on people.
Damon looked just like she did when she was stressed, which made the little girl feel uneasy, and she couldn't help but interrupt the adults' conversation.
After hearing the little dumpling's comfort, Damon, like a dead tree, slowly, very slowly put his old face, which was covered with tears again without knowing when, against Lingling's soft fur.
He finally spoke again, but his voice was like a worn-out gong that had seen many vicissitudes of life, beating out long-lost memories and pains one by one.
"I do have a clue, and I recognized it right away."
Damon's voice was so soft that everyone stopped what they were doing and listened attentively.
"Lying on the ground is my son."
After he finished speaking, the tent was dead silent. No one could continue Damon's words at this time. Only Damon's heavy breathing was left, as if he had used up all his strength to say the words he had just spoken.
Lingling started treating Damon again without anyone telling her.
The dark green light only flickered on Damon's heart.
Damon raised his hand with difficulty to touch the caring little ball, then put his hand on Lingling's little paw to stop her from treating him again.
"Lingling, no need. Grandpa is fine. I've lived for eighty-eight years and am in good health."
After saying that, Damon hugged Lingling tightly and looked at the skeleton of an adult male orc with a missing little finger on the ground. There was deep nostalgia in his eyes, and he seemed to be staring at someone.
He murmured, "I'm eighty-eight this year, and my foolish son has been missing for almost forty years. Forty years ago, he made me proud and won the competition for the position of clan leader, becoming the clan leader."
"However, he had just become the tribe leader when an orc was captured. In a rage, he took his two brothers who were more capable and sneaked into the city, hoping to find his tribe member and rescue him."
"Later, hahaha, look at the ground. You can all guess his ending."
Damon suddenly laughed out loud twice. The piercing sorrow in his heart made it impossible for his tears to flow, and instead he reached another extreme emotion.
"I looked for him. I really did! I even ignored my tribe's objections and frequently went in and out of the human city-states during those years."
"I searched for twenty years! It wasn't until the earthquake that I finally found my way to the Western Continent. I finally found comfort in myself that he might have gone on an adventure. After all, my child was only twenty-five years old at the time, the prime age for an orc. He was so powerful, how could he possibly get into trouble, right?"
"Turns out, he's been lying in the icy sea for decades, decades! I should have found him sooner, I should have found him sooner!" By the end of his words, Damon was no longer able to produce any emotion or movement. He just held Lingling in his arms, his eyes dull, and only a dead silence remained.
The air was deathly silent. Even someone as experienced as Thor didn't know how to comfort Damon.
Damon had tasted sweetness in his life, but the bitterness he experienced was far greater than the sweetness.
He didn't ask any more questions. Damon's emotions had reached a peak and he needed to adjust himself.
As for the clues, there are so many orcs in the orc territory about what happened forty years ago, there must be someone who knows something. It would be better to ask those orcs than to ask Damon again.
He winked at everyone else, including Huhu, and then walked out of the tent first.
After Thor came out, the others followed one after another, leaving only Lingling, who was held by Damon, to stay in the tent with the poor old orc.
After Tag and the others came out, they all exhaled and looked at the sun rising in the sky, feeling as if they were alive again.
Damon gives people a very depressing feeling, so depressing that it makes people breathless.
"Everyone, is Grandpa Damon really okay?" Tiger, who also followed out, couldn't help but ask.
When he was born, Damon's son had already disappeared, so it was actually the first time he knew that this old man who usually led the tribe had such deep pain in his heart.
Thor glanced at Tiger and shook his head slowly: "Actually, I don't know either, but Lingling is in there, so I think everything should be fine. That little guy can't let Damon get into trouble."
Everyone was silent. In fact, no one wanted to leave Lingling to an orc who seemed to be losing control.
However, Damon only stayed close to Lingling, and Lingling herself was unwilling to come out. Just now, Thor actually made eye contact with Lingling, but after looking at him, Lingling quietly nestled in Damon's arms.
"Alas——" I don't know who sighed, but it was a sigh for everyone.
Perhaps because he was not that familiar with Damon, Triton's emotions were not affected so much. He looked at the somewhat depressed crowd and had to calmly stand up and propose the next course of action.
"Alright, let's go find out what happened forty years ago. Tiger, could you please lead the way? We need to find some older orcs to ask."
Tiger was suddenly called, nodded blankly, looked towards the tent with some concern, and finally left with Triton and Huhu.
Only after everyone left did they hear any movement in the tent.
All I could hear was Lingling's baby voice choked with sobs.
"Grandpa Damon, please don't be sad, okay? If you don't feel sad, Lingling will let you see your child again, okay?"
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