Large-scale migration
The next day, Fu Ying woke up to a lot of noisy sounds.
"Mom, are you awake?" Tuanzi had been restraining Changsheng and the two little ones, preventing them from disturbing their mother's sleep. When he saw Fuying wake up, a smile appeared on his little face.
Fu Ying sat up and touched Tuanzi's beautiful silver hair.
At this time, the tent was opened, and before Teng came in, a voice rang out: "Tuanzi, is your mother awake?"
Just as Tuanzi was about to speak, Fuying stood up and said, "He's awake."
Teng looked at Fu Ying, breathed a sigh of relief, walked forward and touched her forehead, frowning: "Are you feeling unwell?"
Normally, Fu Ying always wakes up very early, and the slightest noise will wake her up, but today is the day when the orcs are migrating, and everyone takes it very seriously. They all woke up before dawn, but did not wake her up.
He has come to see it three times and almost put today's migration on hold.
Fu Ying raised her eyes to meet Teng's worried dark green eyes, and raised her red lips slightly: "It's okay, I just didn't sleep well these days."
Upon hearing this, Teng's memory couldn't help but drift back to the night in the Fengyin Tribe at the foot of the Thorn Cliff.
His Adam's apple rolled violently a few times, and a light flashed in his eyes.
Tuanzi couldn't understand the ambiguous atmosphere between the two of them, so she came closer. The little girl's pretty face was uneasy, and she whispered, "Father Teng, are you telling the truth? We are going to find Father!"
Teng came back to his senses, picked up Tuanzi, and said solemnly: "Of course! We are going to find your father!"
Tuanzi put his arms around Teng's neck and nodded heavily, tears welling up in his amber eyes.
Fu Ying looked at the two of them, his narrow eyes full of tenderness.
When Danyue and Luoheng came to urge them, the little ones were all wearing thick cotton coats.
Fu Ying took one last look at the Black Crocodile Swamp and said softly, "Let's go."
She was held in Teng's arms, covered from head to toe with a thick cloak to prevent any snowflakes from getting on her. Luo Heng held Tuanzi in one hand and Changsheng in the other, and walked very steadily.
People from several tribes gathered together to form a very long team.
Leading the way were the fallen orcs, led by Benlang. Most of them were orcs covered in armor and fur. They transformed into beast forms, carried prey on their backs, and walked through the half-human-high snow like snowplows, leaving a clear path for the orcs behind them.
Following closely behind was the mermaid clan, with Danyue protecting them on one side, holding two cubs in her arms.
The orcs from the Dayu tribe, Cangshan tribe, and Liekong tribe followed closely behind.
On the migration route, the bitter wind and snow brought by the cold season are the greatest hardship.
Neither the sea orcs nor the orcs from the Cangshan tribe had warm and thick feathers, so they could only brave the wind and snow and move forward. Even with the animal skins given by Fu Ying, some of them could not bear it after three days.
In the tribe, some old men and females started to have fever.
In the Cangshan tribe, someone suggested abandoning the old orcs who could not walk. This was not an uncommon thing in the Orc Continent. However, Mo Yan refuted it. He took out the only thin animal skins left in the tribe and gave them all to these old orcs.
Fu Ying glanced at the orcs of the Cangshan tribe and said to Teng, "Set up camp here and take a rest."
Teng nodded, put her in a place without snow, and turned to do it.
Soon, the team stopped, and the orcs quickly set up tents and collected firewood to boil hot water.
Fu Ying allocated a few tents to other tribes. There were not many orcs in each tribe, so they were barely enough. They were not very spacious, but at least they could shelter from the wind and snow and give everyone some warmth so that they would not collapse in the cold during the long journey.
Fu Ying asked Luo Heng to set up the pot and boil a pot of brown sugar ginger tea.
She whispered, "Let Mo Yan and Xing Kong come over and bring back some ginger tea for the old man and the female to drink."
Luo Heng responded and turned to call for help.
Mo Yan opened the tent and walked in. He looked at Fu Ying, who was sitting on a small stool and seemed a little drowsy, and pursed his thin lips.
He walked slowly forward, looking at her quietly, with an indescribable tenderness in his scarlet eyes. When he saw her head nod, he couldn't help but reach out his hand, wanting to support her. This seemed to be the closest he had ever been to her.
However, before he could reach out his hand, Fu Ying woke up.
She pinched her brows and looked up at Mo Yan: "Here, I put some medicine in here. It can make the orcs with fever feel better. Wait until they feel better before setting off. Orcs without fever can also drink some to prevent physical discomfort."
Mo Yan silently withdrew his hand, his fingertips clenched until they turned white. He said in a hoarse voice, "Okay."
It was rare for Mo Yan to be so obedient. Fu Ying looked at him in surprise.
At this time, Xingkong, Benlang and Jingqiang all came. Fuying boiled a few more pots of ginger tea and asked them to take them back to the orcs.
As a senior spiritual pharmacist, she was able to cure the disease immediately with her medicine. The sick orc recovered quickly and had a full meal before preparing to set off again. But at this time, news suddenly came that an orc from the Big Fish Tribe was missing.
"Missing?" Fu Ying frowned and looked at Jing Qiang, who had a heavy expression on his face. "Did you send someone out to look for him?"
Jing Qiang nodded and spoke quickly and anxiously: "We've sent people to look for them, but they said there's no news. They were just out collecting firewood and wouldn't have been out that long. Something must have happened! The witch..."
He wanted to ask Fu Ying to help find someone, but they had already received enough help from the witch along the way.
Fu Ying didn't refuse. She half-closed her eyes and said calmly, "It seems like someone is watching me."
Although the winter season is dangerous, if a wild animal kidnaps a person, it will definitely leave traces, unless the attacker is not a human.
Furthermore, the noise caused by the long team would scare away the wild beasts and make them dare not approach. Only those orcs who had no suspicion would attack them. There was no doubt that the orcs from the tribes in Beishan were nearby and following them.
"Being targeted?" Jing Qiang was stunned and his face turned a little ugly.
Fu Ying stood up and said to Luo Heng, "I'll have to trouble you to find someone."
Luo Heng shook his head, turned around and walked out of the tent. Fu Ying stepped forward, held his hand, and whispered, "Let's go together."
Luo Heng paused for a moment, then suddenly tightened her grip, wrapping Fu Ying's fingertips into her palm: "Okay."
He is a plant orc. Although there is not much visible green on the surface in the cold season, their roots are buried in the frozen soil. It takes more energy to communicate, but it is much faster and safer than the orcs' scattered searches.
Fu Ying followed Luo Heng, and the two walked forward in the snow, occasionally stopping to touch the frozen soil.
Not long after, Luo Heng raised her eyes to look at Fu Ying, her purple pupils filled with solemnity: "There are quite a few people on the other side of the forest."
"Let's go." Fu Ying nodded and pulled Luo Heng towards the Beishan tribe's camp.
Many tribes in the North Mountain united and were going to the Triangle Sea together, but unlike her, they did not have medicinal herbs, food, and even tents to shelter from the wind and snow. Their journey would definitely be more difficult. It had only been a short time, and they had to rely on orcs for food.
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