Everything was settled, and Jeremy set off on his return journey. Tag and Holly entrusted Lingling to Damon, and they followed Tag to hunt with great interest.
Damon also waved away the other orcs who were watching the fun, and slowly carried Lingling to find the little orcs.
Despite his old age and poor health, Damon still held Lingling firmly in his arms.
Lingling keenly felt that the old man was having a hard time holding her, but looking at the old man's stubborn face, she still didn't make a fuss about getting off the bed.
She secretly cast a small amount of healing magic.
Damon immediately felt his whole body lighten and full of strength. Even the old injuries in his waist, back, shoulders and neck no longer hurt.
He immediately looked at the little guy in his arms who was grinning at the sight of someone doing something good, and asked in surprise, "Little baby?"
"It's Lingling~ Lingling is not called little baby, Lingling is a big baby~" Lingling corrected in a baby voice, shaking her fluffy little head.
Damon found it funny and immediately changed his tone: "Okay, okay, Lingling, did you treat grandpa as well?"
Lingling lay on Damon's shoulder and nodded her round panda head: "Yes, Grandpa is tired and not feeling well. Lingling helped Grandpa, do you feel better now?"
Damon felt his eyes were a little sore again, and he suppressed his emotions: "Yes, Grandpa is full of strength now, thank you Lingling."
What great good fortune had they had that a messenger of the Beast God descended from the sky.
Yes, Damon believes that Lingling is the messenger of the Beast God. Otherwise, how can we explain that she is a little tree person from the tree people, but now she is in his arms in the form of a little beast?
He didn't want to snatch the child from Tag and the others because he knew Lingling was kind-hearted and the family she recognized must be extremely important to her.
I have just met her, and it would be great if I could leave a good impression on her. If I leave a good impression, the child may come to visit me, an old man, when there is a chance in the future.
Thinking of this, Damon, who had already walked to the place where the little beastmen were playing, gently rocked Lingling in his arms.
"Lingling, we're here. Go play. Grandpa is here to watch over you." As he said this, he gently put Lingling on the ground.
Lingling stretched her limbs, turned her head to look at Damon, and received an encouraging look. Then she slowly tried to approach the group of little beastmen who were looking at her curiously.
......
At the entrance to the orc territory, sunlight shines through the gaps between the large trees in the forest onto the open space, creating mottled light and shadows.
This is a relatively flat and wide open space, which is a simple amusement park for the little orcs.
When the adult orcs go out hunting or are busy, the little orcs who can't help much like to gather in the open space to play and fight together, or practice hunting with each other and enjoy their leisure time.
Now, a chubby black and white red panda has walked into their paradise.
Her fur is soft and fluffy, black and white in color, and her adorable little appearance makes her look very cute.
The red panda Lingling looked around curiously, then walked towards the little beastmen cautiously.
The little beastmen were playing. Some of the beast-shaped and half-beast-shaped beastmen were chasing low-flying bees, some were building little houses out of leaves and branches, some were playing in the mud, some were playing hide-and-seek, and some were even pretending to fight.
Lingling wanted to join them very much, but she was afraid that her presence would be unwelcome, so she twisted her little butt and took a small step to the left, then a small step to the right, but she didn't move forward very much, as if she was standing still.
Just when Lingling was hesitating, a little orc in the form of a half-orc, estimated to be only three or four years old, came over.
She should be a little tiger, with a pair of round ears on the top of her head, a distinct white spot in the middle, and a long, thin tail behind her butt with several black rings on its surface.
At this moment, she slowly approached Lingling with a friendly smile on her round little face, which made Lingling feel a little expectant.
"Hello~ My name is Amy, welcome to our territory." The little orc Amy greeted warmly.
Lingling replied nervously, "Hello, my name is Lingling."
"Lingling? Your name is so nice! You're so cute too. I've never seen you before. Where are you, little orc?"
Lingling didn't know how to answer, so she vaguely replied, "I came from outside the forest."
Amy didn't dwell on the question and continued to invite enthusiastically: "Then do you want to play with us? It rained this morning, and we can play in the mud together."
When Lingling heard about mixing mud, her eyes lit up.
She loved playing in the mud, but she would always get dirty, and Grandpa Blue and Uncle Amos always made fun of her for being a little mud ball.
"Okay, okay, I like playing in the mud." Lingling happily accepted the young lady's invitation.
When the tiger beastman Amy saw that his sister agreed, he wanted to go up and hold her hand, but after looking left and right, he found that his sister could not walk upright in her beast form, so he had to give up.
She didn't ask her sister why she didn't turn into a half-orc, guessing that she might prefer the beast form, so she didn't say much.
She led the way, bringing Lingling to a small group of half-orc girls about her age, and enthusiastically asked Lingling to learn how to play with mud like them.
They were trying to make bowls and cups out of mud. They had already made quite a few, but they were crooked and weird, and one could only barely make out the shapes of the bowls and cups.
Lingling sat down and looked at her little bear paw.
Well, that's good. It has six fingers, including a special thumb that allows it to grasp objects like in human form.
The red panda Lingling was very satisfied with her bear paws, rubbing them with bright eyes.
Play in the mud~
......
As noon approached, the adult beastmen began to call their cubs.
Damon also stood up from a wooden bench and slowly approached Lingling, who had been gradually surrounded by the little beastmen since they started playing.
"Lingling, let's stop playing and go have lunch."
Hearing Damon's voice, Lingling put down the last mud bowl and stared blankly at her dirty palm.
What to do~
Looking at the other little orcs, each of them also played with her and got dirty.
Lingling glanced at Damon secretly and responded, "Okay, but, Grandpa, we are dirty."
Of course Damon saw it, but in the Orc Tribe, little Orc cubs are always dirty, so he said, "It's okay, just wash it with water later and wipe it off."
As he said this, he walked forward and picked up Lingling without any disgust.
"Let's go~"
Before leaving, he thought about the sumptuous lunch today and said to the other little orcs, "Little ones, go back and clean up yourselves, and come to the campfire to have lunch together later."
The little ones who still wanted to play with their new friends cheered, turned into animal forms, threw the animal skin dresses on their backs or held them in their mouths, got on all fours, and quickly ran home to pack them up.
Even after running far away, I could still hear the cheers of the children: "Yeah~ Let's have dinner together with Lingling~"
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