The sound of abdominal rumbling made Bedivere unhappy for a while.
"Haha, you're already hungry, meow?" The tiger boy Albert walked in with a plate. He placed the plate in front of Bediwell and grabbed a piece of scone on the plate to eat.
Bedi looked at those so-called scones depressingly. They were made of extremely rough wheat bran. In the human world, this material was used to feed livestock... But this little one in front of him
The tiger was actually able to eat it with gusto, and Bediwell couldn't help but admire his magical sense of taste.
He grabbed a piece of scone and ate it. It was indeed hard to chew and tasted like chewy meat. Why could Albert eat it so deliciously...
"What's wrong, it's not delicious, meow?" said the tiger boy, "I know you are used to eating delicious food in the human world, but what we have here is such coarse grains. It can give you one meal a day, which is enough."
Very good. Be patient."
This guy can actually say such words calmly. This is still the patriarch's home. If it were a commoner's home, the situation would be even worse.
The living conditions in the Underdark have never been ideal, but they have never been so bad. It seems that the orcs' patience has reached its limit, and they are indeed in a desperate situation where they will starve to death if they don't fight.
Bedivere's mood became heavier and heavier. He also gradually lost confidence and felt that it was impossible to persuade the patriarchs.
However, you still have to try once. Giving up without trying is not Bedivere's style.
"So ---" the werewolf boy asked while chewing the unpalatable scone, "aren't you going to tell me about the massacre in Egypt ten years ago? What happened in Egypt in 508 AD?"
"You haven't finished telling your adventure story yet? Are you so anxious to ask for [reward] from me so soon?" A confused smile flashed across Albert's face.
"I've been telling you stories all day, isn't that enough?!" Bedivere was a little impatient.
"The first half is your reward for helping you arrange a meeting with the leader of the Elephant Men, and the second half is your reward for telling you about the massacre in Egypt. Is that correct?" The tiger man started to argue.
"Tsk...Okay, whatever you want!" Bedivere hurriedly finished the scones and lay on the bed, "Then, let's come back tomorrow. I don't want to tell stories anymore. Let's rest today."
"What meow? How can meow do this!" Albert was anxious, and his meowing voice obviously increased, "Don't sleep, hurry up and finish the story, meow! The most annoying person is to make me lose my appetite, meow! I
Still waiting to hear how Arthur will duel with the Grand Duke of Lyon Dickens!"
Bediwell was full of anger. Albert, this kid, was simply an ignorant kid. This kid kept hanging around Bedi, which was really annoying.
He lay motionless on the bed, with his back to Albert, thinking that this would make the boy retreat. Who knew that the guy kept pulling on the werewolf boy's tail.
Pull it. Pull it again.
(Fire.)
Pull it, pull it again.
(Super hot.)
"Damn it! Stop it!" Bediwell jumped up from the bed, "Don't disturb my sleep! Get out of here!"
"How is that possible?" Albert the tiger boy said with a mischievous smile, "I was ordered to watch over you, and of course I have to keep an eye on you twenty-four hours a day."
"You must be kidding me------" Being pestered by this annoying guy for a day has already made Bediwell crazy. Do you still have to be pestered by this guy during the period of being captured? Bediwell
Will go crazy!
"What's wrong? There's no need to look at me so sadly, right?" Albert asked puzzledly. He had no idea how annoying he was, "Besides, you told me to get out? This is my room."
"Oh, I'm so sorry for occupying your room." Bedivere said helplessly.
He couldn't help but look at the small room again. At first, he thought it was some kind of cell. It was dark and musty, and there was no other furniture except a small bed, a table, a chair, and a small sofa.
.
Albert lived his life in this simple little room.
It’s unbelievable. This guy’s life is not a human life at all. Why can he still be so optimistic?
"Let's do it." Albert saw Bedi still sulking there (he misunderstood), and quickly explained: "I'll give you a reward------let's go to the hot springs."
"spa?"
Ten minutes later, Bediwell was escorted by two Khajiit guards, following the Khajiit boy Albert, to the hillside of a small hill.
Even before he got close, the werewolf boy's sensitive nose could smell the smell of sulfur.
When he arrived at his destination, Bedi saw that it was a small natural hot spring pool one acre square. Under the light of the torch, the spring water was turquoise and emitted hot steam.
"Originally, in the Dark Territory, water is a very precious resource." Albert came to the spring pool and directed the two guards to stand guard by the pool. He had already jumped into the spring pool while taking off his clothes."
However, this natural hot spring has become our bathhouse. Everyone in the village can enjoy comfortable hot water. This is a special treatment that other villages do not have, haha.------You don’t want to take a bath
Meow?"
Bedi looked at the steam rising from the hot spring pool. He thought again, he hadn't taken a shower all day and his body smelled of sweat. He took off his clothes and jumped into the hot spring pool.
"Ha..." The hot water made Beidiweir feel relaxed and happy. Although the smell of sulfur irritated the nose, it also had a refreshing effect. The werewolf boy rested against the stone beside the pool, which was
The hot water was so hot that it warmed the werewolf boy's back.
"If you really want to hear those old things that happened ten years ago, I can't tell you." Albert also lay down with his back against the stones by the pool and said, "But, I don't think you will like it."
listen."
"Don't beat around the bush and speak quickly." Bedivere said angrily. Although there was a hot spring to enjoy, it didn't mean that he was bribed by the other party.
"Okay..." The tiger boy sighed. His white tiger fur became sticky under the moisture of hot water. The water kept dripping down, making him look like a pitiful tiger.
Drunken cat.
"Ten years ago, a group of immigrants composed of the Fang Tribe (Tiger Tribe), Grik Tribe (Leopard Tribe) and Romani Tribe (Fox Tribe) migrated to northern Africa. The reason is very simple.
The land is becoming increasingly barren and uninhabitable. If we don't find a new colony soon, all the orcs will starve to death.
They spent several months building villages in the wilderness of the lower Nile basin, thinking that they could develop and thrive.
However, the Pharaoh of Egypt, Ptolemy XXI, insisted that the wasteland belonged to the Kingdom of Egypt. He sent officers and soldiers to drive away these orcs, causing constant trouble.
The orcs spent a lot of effort to build the village. They thought they could live and work in peace and contentment, but they didn't expect to be hit like this. Of course they would not be convinced, and it eventually turned into a conflict.
After dozens of conflicts between the Egyptian army and the orcs, the army finally became ruthless and massacred the village."
Bedivere stared at Albert's face. It was late at night, and the Khajiit boy's face was as gloomy as a ghost reflected in the light of the torch. The Werewolf boy could see the vague resentment on the other's face.
"Is the Egyptian army really so bad that they killed everyone in the village?" Bedivere asked in a low voice, his voice mixing with the bleak night wind.
"They didn't just massacre the village." Albert also replied in a low voice, "You know meow? The Kingdom of Egypt was in an economic downturn at that time------they are now too---what the Pharaoh really wanted
This is not land cultivated by orcs.
There are 3,572 orcs, men, women, old and children in the village, and the Pharaoh wants to get them all. The Pharaoh plans to capture all the villagers and sell them as slaves, which will bring considerable income to the treasury.
Therefore, even if the orcs planned to abandon the village, the Egyptian army still refused to let them go. They surrounded the coastline with warships to prevent the orcs from leaving.
The pioneer group had almost no combat effectiveness at the time and was a group of farmers and craftsmen. They were easily arrested by the Egyptian government.
Those 3,572 people, including my brother Robert, all committed suicide in prison for the sake of their final dignity and not to be enslaved by humans."
The tiger boy looked at Bedivere and said, "You understand, meow? This is the truth of history. ------However, this matter is far from over!"
There was a fire of hatred burning in his eyes. He swallowed.
What he is going to say next will be even more shocking than what he said before.