The extremely shameless words made Dongchen so angry that his whole body trembled and he almost fell down. He cursed Bergobold half to death in his heart. This is what you said, mindless orcs, they are worse than monkeys.
He is a good coder.
Longjia refused to accept the blame, and Dongchen had no choice. He found that he was really riding a tiger now. This little goblin named Ai Wei'er was definitely a hot potato. He couldn't be beaten or scolded, and he would fight to the death with you when he got angry.
But for such a hedgehog, he still had to hold on tightly.
Holding one's breath, feeling angry.
Longga looked at Dongchen's constantly changing face, and the brightness in his eyes disappeared for a moment: "Human powerhouse, now, you must send two people to appear in our sight at any time. Otherwise..."
When the words "or else" were sent back intact, Dongchen's face suddenly turned pale.
"What should we do? What are these orcs planning? They consume a lot in a day. But they won't force us to go with them, and they won't agree to send us the parts. What's going on?"
The confrontation continued until the sun went down. The orcs did not send the hover car, and Dongchen did not send anyone out to act as a monkey for them. The huge dragon kept lying next to the hover car and taking a nap. It looked lazy and harmless, but
Dongchen knew in his heart that once angry, this guy would definitely be their biggest threat.
The orcs were ready to eat, and the hunting team they sent out at some unknown time brought back piles of meat, bugs, sand wolves, and a lot of random things. They didn't know where they got them from.
At the very least, Dongchen and the others had never encountered so many things when traveling by car.
Trigonosaurus begins to eat.
The calf-sized sand wolf took one bite at a time, not even spitting out a few bones, and smashed it into pieces. Bright red blood with minced meat, as he chewed, poured like rain on the outside of the hover car, creating a fishy stench.
Incomparable. The bones that were spat out from time to time hit the car wall with a muffled sound. The shock made the person's body and blood surge.
"Keep it down!" Looking at Annie's increasingly pale face with distress, Dongchen couldn't help it.
Ai Wei'er looked at Dongchen and then at Annie, thinking about the strips of meat that she had just secretly stuffed into her mouth, causing Kara to turn her head.
"Thank you sister, you are so kind." Anne forced a smile on her pale face.
Dongchen clenched his fists and didn't know where to vent all his anger.
Who can he blame? Blame this group of unreasonable and vengeful orcs? Or blame those high-level humans who have been dead for who knows how many years? Or blame himself for being incompetent?
He can't blame anyone.
The wind and sand whined across the hovercar, and the dry smell of dust filled the nose. A few desolate and heroic roars sounded along with the drumbeats, it was the group of orcs.
Time passes slowly in the singing.
Dongchen no longer remembers what they sang.
He only knew that he seemed to have traveled through history. He had witnessed the birth of the orcs and witnessed the glory of the orcs. At the same time, he had also witnessed the suffering of the orcs and witnessed the tenacity of the orcs.
The desolate and heroic songs were flying in the wind, the moon was rising, and a few shooting stars were falling. Inexplicably, Dongchen shed tears. Was it shock? Or was he moved?
Ai Wei'er has been watching Dongchen. She knows what is being sung outside. It is the war song of the orcs.
How many times have I been betrayed by my mother clan? How many times have I roared and shed tears and left sadly? Orcs have been reborn in betrayal. The orcs no longer need to wander around. Life in the city is a dream paradise, but the closest thing to heaven is hell. We stay away from the hustle and bustle of the world and conquer the desert, just like flying in the vast sky.
The eagle is like a lone wolf walking through the boundless wilderness. We bloom with life and stand bravely in the clouds. We are strong and cross the stars. We are fearless and have the power to overcome everything. Although the soft recitation is not as good as the heroic singing, it is more sad and more...
A sorrow.
Dongchen looked at Ai Wei'er, and Ai Wei'er was also looking at him.
"You know? We once considered ourselves children of humans. But you treat us as emotionless machines and inconsequential consumables."
Clear tears flowed out, and Ai Wei'er's eyes were swollen red. Dongchen didn't dare to face her and turned away. It was the first time that he dodgeed under the gaze of others because of his identity.
Humans created the orcs and abandoned the orcs. Is it right or wrong?
If the orcs were just a group of machines, there might not be so many worries. However, the orcs are not machines. They also have their own thoughts, and human blood also flows in their veins.
However, humans ruthlessly abandoned them. Abandoned these children who had shed tears and blood for humans but never complained.
The sorrow of the orcs lies in the death of their hearts.
Listen to their war song. Mother clan? What a kind and sad word.
Orcs have never forgotten who created them. But humans have long forgotten them.
"We are outcasts."
Clear tears, calm words.
Everyone in the car turned their heads, and no one dared to look at the little goblin.
"The radar is broken, I'm going to stand guard." He opened the door and almost escaped.
"His strength is too low, so the poor monk went to protect him." The monk Bujie also ran away.
Christina hugged Anne, turned her back, and went to the cab.
Ai Wei'er smiled desolately, her eyes blurred by tears: "Hahaha... don't you even dare to face me?"
"No!"
Lifting his head firmly, Dongchen stared at the little goblin without blinking: "I can understand the suffering of the orcs, and I can also understand your mood. But this is not our fault. At least, we were not involved in what happened in the first place.
."
"Didn't participate?" Ai Wei'er sneered at the corner of her mouth, and her sorrow turned into resentment: "Who knows if you are the descendants of those people? Don't forget, without the blood of our orc ancestors, you humans would not be where you are today. You owe us
Ours will never be finished, forever."
Hysterical screams filled his heart, and Dongchen felt so humble. In front of the orcs, the status of human beings was so insignificant.
Ai Wei'er looked at Dongchen's silent expression, and smiled triumphantly and sadly.
A vague fragrance permeates the air.
Dark clouds covered the moonlight.
A blurry aura rose, and Christina, who felt bad, rushed out of the cab in panic. The green cat's eyes widened: "What did you do?"
"What did you do?" Ai Wei'er's beautiful face was full of viciousness: "I didn't do anything! This is just the natural instinct of our fox tribe. If you want to blame, blame those humans who once treated us as playthings.
, blame those nobles who use us as vent products."
Feeling powerless, when Christina rushed out, she found that the bad Dongchen had tried every means to dispel the soft feeling.
Ai Wei'er's two little tiger teeth flashed with a cold light: "It's useless, my fox fragrance has mutated. In addition to inducing desire, it can also arouse energy. You will die bit by bit in the burst of energy.
"
A charming smile accompanied by a sinister aura rose up.
"Don't worry, that feeling is very comfortable, just like what you once did to our fox clan. You will always be comfortable until you die."