Chapter 6:

In this world, not all races maintain friendly relations with humans.
For example, the southern woodland elves and cave dwarves living in underground cities, as well as the druids and mushroom people who live in the forest all the year round, such as relatively mild races with nature as companions, they do not like to have humans. Over-intimate contact, only occasionally exchanges some human social items and props with passing caravans.
For example, the evil and cunning night elves and blood elves, as well as the orcs who believe that humans will occupy their homes and lands and drive them away, and the goblin gnomes who live in the plains and valleys, are hostile to humans. Hostile race.
Orcs and sub-orcs are not the same, but there is also a certain connection between the two. In addition to having an IQ not lower than that of humans, most of their faces and bodies still maintain the appearance of primitive races, only a few They have human-like characteristics, and a long time ago, the orcs had a relatively harmonious relationship with humans. There were even many cases of cross-racial combination. The offspring they gave birth were the first generation of Asians. Orcs.
During that time, the birth of the sub-orcs once represented a bridge of friendship between the two races, but with the two races whose social habits and racial instincts are very different, many contradictions and disputes arising from the accumulation of days and months. , And eventually developed from small-scale frictions into fierce chaos and wars between the two races.
After decades of tormenting and fighting, the winning humans eventually drove the orcs to the northern wilderness and the polar canyon.
After the collapse of the friendly bridge between humans and orcs, the sub-orcs, who once symbolized the harmony between the two races, became extremely embarrassed.
Humans cannot treat sub-orcs with some of the orc characteristics of their bodies as the same race, and orcs will never accept descendants with human genes that they hate, let alone other races, so the sub-orcs became two. The miserable race abandoned under ethnic strife cannot even find a place to live in, and can only become a homeless and survive in some cities that can accept different races.
In fact, there are some existences that are closer to them, such as the mixed races who have combined with other different races of human beings, and the embarrassing situation of the sub-orcs is not much different, because most races have a strong racial awareness in order to maintain the purity of the next generation. And continuation, they will not allow the erosion and assimilation of foreign races, so even a mixed race with half of the genes of the same race will never accept it lightly.
Sub-orcs and mixed races are inferior existences that are disgusted by other racial discrimination, and even some countries will not allow them to wander around their own boundaries, and will be expelled from the country if they are found.
The Balsado empire you are in is considered to be a country that is more tolerant to the existence of orcs and hybrids. Of course, this does not mean that their status is equal to that of humans. It is just that they are extremely averse to other orcs and hybrids. The extreme countries are slightly better. The sub-orcs and hybrids in the Balsado country are still the lowest level of society. However, they are stronger than humans and inherited the talents of the orcs. Some require a lot of cheap labor and high Dangerous professions are still popular.
For sub-orcs and mixed races, they disdain human beings and other races as if they look at the most disgusting trash discriminatory eyes are accustomed to them, and even they themselves are used to such a distinction.
In such an atmosphere, it seems weird to treat them as equals.
Maybe you didn't realize this. Growing up in a peaceful and stable environment in your previous life, you, with integrity and gentle nature, cannot be like other people in this world. You will think that sub-orcs and mixed races are inherently inferior and lowly.
You think they are no different from ordinary humans with independent personality.
Therefore, from the point of view of the sub-orcs and hybrids who are used to being discriminated against by others, you are a very ‘strange’ human being.
There is no disgust and contempt, and they don't think they are dirty and lowly inferior creatures, even with soft curiosity and undisguised affection that occasionally reveals.
It was...like a freak.
That's why, you will be especially popular with sub-orcs and mixed races.
But maybe you didn't realize that you were treated'specially' by them, and you even thought that most people are friendly and close to sub-orcs and mixed races.
"Lalut, are you injured?"
Noting the dark red traces that have not yet dissipated in the water pool, you bit your lip, looking at the half-blood dragon still standing in the water with some worry and concern.
Probably because of the mixed blood, the skin of the dragon is different from the common white and dark yellow of humans, but like a dragon covered with dragon scales, it is slightly dark red and deep in color, so if he is not closely observed after injury If it is, it is difficult to see the wound on his body the first time.
When you got closer, you realized that Larut's injury was not as serious as usual. The deep skin and flesh were rolled up in several places, because the edges of the wound were soaked in water, and the edges were even white.
It looks so painful.
And when you think that the other party rescued her sister and members of the mercenary group, you can’t help but feel full of gratitude and guilt, because you know that with the strength of Larut, even if you meet Medusa It is not difficult to escape intact.
Although the usual relationship between the taciturn and gloomy Dragon Man and the other members of the mercenary group is not very good, he still tried so desperately to save them at a critical time. You think Larut is just not good at expressing, and his personality is a bit awkward. , But his nature is a very kind person who cares for his companions.
"Come up soon, the wound will become inflamed if it is left untreated."
You are like a nosy little old lady who keeps thinking about it, and your tone naturally brings some intimate complaints, "Why are you so stupid, won't you let your partner help you bandage and deal with it if you are injured?"
The corner of the dragon man's mouth held a sneer of mockery.
companion?
Those guys who hate him might not want him to die with Medusa.
He had never thought about saving those wastes. If it weren’t for the Medusa's greed of his flesh and blood, he would have only wanted to save your sister, so that the rest of the mercenary group would fend for themselves. Already very generous and considerate.
However, after knowing that you misunderstood, he did not explain.
Because in this way, he has an excuse to get more compensation from you, who has a soft heart and guilt.
"... Larut?" You whispered with some doubts.
The dragon man returned to his senses, his eyes condensed on your face again, he opened his legs and walked towards you on the shore.
You stared blankly at the water surface below the dragon man's waist and abdomen becoming shallower and shallower, and your white face suddenly became extremely red.
"How come you have nothing..."
No matter how dull you are, you still have the instinctively feminine shyness, and you will still feel embarrassed and uncomfortable seeing the naked body of the opposite sex.
You turned your back in a panic, your soft voice trembling slightly because of your shyness, "Hurry up... put on your clothes, I can help you heal your injury."
Hey... I just saw something that I shouldn't see.
You are a little afraid that you will have a needle eye.
But the one of the different race... originally looks so strange?
While feeling embarrassed by instinct, it also gives you a sense of awareness that has increased new knowledge.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
You think your thoughts are too impure.
You covered your red cheeks, and heard a rustling dressing sound behind you. When it was quiet, you turned around, quietly opened a gap in your eyes, and then met a pair close at hand. Handsome face.
"!"
too close!
You are taken aback, instinctively wanting to retreat, but accidentally stepped on the slippery rocks on the shore, a big hand reached out in time, grabbed your hand and pulled your body over.
Your face hit a hard chest with a strong smell of blood and a strong opposite sex.
Ooo...it hurts!
You have been hit your forehead and nose, and your eyes are filled with moist tears, stimulated by your physiological instinct.
Longren frowned in disgust, but didn't push you away. Instead, looking at you with teary eyes and red nose, he sneered a little, "Really useless."
You have been accustomed to the duplicity of each other, and you sighed helplessly. You think you are already a mature adult who is older than the dragon in the two generations. You shouldn't be with this kind of kid who is still in the stage of'toldly rebellious' Care about.
You are like a teacher coaxing children to get an injection in a kindergarten, with a soft voice like dew dripping on the leaves, "Let me take a look."
Longren frowned a little awkwardly, but he didn't sing against you, and obediently stretched out his palm.
You took his hand and carefully observed the wound on his arm that seemed to have been cut by the claws of a wild beast, and your expression gradually became serious.
Because the wound is contaminated with toxins.
The healing spells of the light system can only heal skin wounds, and do not have its own detoxification effect. You must remove the toxins from the wound before you can heal the wound.
But you came out in a hurry and did not bring antidote.
If you wait until you return to the city for treatment, the wounds of the dragon body are likely to fester due to toxins, and even if it is healed, it will leave unpredictable sequelae.
In this case, you can only draw on the spot.
You searched around to see if you could find useful herbs.
Fortunately, you found a high-grade poisonous toothweed on the shore.
Although it contains poison in its name, toothweed is a very versatile antidote, and many antidote formulations use it.
You grabbed a few leaves from this poisonous toothweed, squeezed out the juice and dripped it on the wound of the dragon, and used the purification technique to remove the toxins. You used the last remaining magical power to heal the wound of the dragon. Later, your whole body is exhausted, and you are in a state of magical overdraft. You feel that your whole body is a little bit painful, and your head is also
"Hey, can't you cure those guys together?" Seeing your overly weak appearance, Longren's face was a bit unsightly.
You didn't answer his question, just a bit uncomfortable.
"Let's... go back soon..."
You want to stand up, but because of your weak limbs, your whole body falls to one side uncontrollably just halfway through.
The dragonman subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch you, but someone took you in his arms faster, and quickly evacuated from the dragonman, and easily jumped to a big tree not far away.
"...Mr. Doberman?"
You looked at the Orc who appeared suddenly, and suddenly remembered something. You said embarrassedly: "Sorry, Mr. Dubin, I forgot to discuss the reward with you just now, how much do you think..."
Before you spoke, you were directly covered with your mouth, and an unbearable speechless look appeared on the face of the Orc.
Probably it is the cryptic meaning of ‘I will scare your money’, ‘Are you stupid’?
...You feel like you are disgusted.
"I don't want your reward, as long as you promise me one thing." He lowered his head, squinted his eyes and stared at you, his eyes revealing the threatening meaning of'if you have a kind, refuse to try.'
You silently swallowed the words that you were going to refuse, but you are not stupid, and you know to negotiate terms with the other party, "Yes, but only if this matter is within my ability."
Seeing your promise, Doberman's expression relaxed a little, "Of course, this matter is very simple for you."
He suddenly lowered his head and approached you, with his lips pressed to your ears, like a fuck, with a meaningful dullness, "Two days later, you come to my shop to find me, and you will know then. Up."
You froze for a moment, then looked at him in shock.
No wonder Mr. Dubin can become the No. 1 player in the Cowherd's shop. Even after get off work, he is always pulling business, and his level of professionalism is simply top-notch.
Each trade has its own difficulties. If you want to stand out in the highly competitive Cowherd store, you can understand his soliciting behavior. Although his naming fee is very expensive, you think he has helped you a lot. He should spend more money.
"I see, Mr. Doberman, please rest assured, I will definitely go." You can't help but look at him with admiration.
The Orc who didn't know what you were thinking raised his eyebrows a little unexpectedly. If he knew your inner activity at this moment, he should pry your head open to see what's inside.
Doberman seemed to want to say something, suddenly his face sank slightly.
"Mr. Doberman, why..." Before you finished speaking, you suddenly felt a violent shaking of the big tree under your feet, and then fell aside.
Before the broken tree fell completely, the demi-orc had put you on your shoulders like a sack, and jumped onto the branch next to it.
But soon the next tree suffered the same fate.
Of course, you, who was resisted on your shoulders, felt that your stomach was almost spit out.
Do these two have hatred?
Why do you start fighting as soon as you meet?
As a human, you don’t know that the orcs and dragons are both very monopolistic and territorially conscious species. They probably care about your feelings. They didn’t directly clarify in front of you, but your body is strong. The smell of other males that cannot be ignored is enough to arouse the instinctive jealousy and anger of the two who want to tear each other up and kill them.
But in your opinion, the two people fought for no reason as soon as they met, and they looked like endless madness, which made you feel a little dazed and at a loss.
"Mr. Doberman, Larut, you don't want to fight..." You endured the pain of overdrawing your magic power and the nausea that was about to retching, weakly discouraging you.
But the two fierce fighting people ignored you.
Forced to be involved in this inexplicable dispute, you are almost suffocated. You cry with a faint trembling voice and say without tears: "At least put me down and fight again..."
Seems to hear your complaint, Doberman's movements paused, and the dragonman took the opportunity to kick him to his abdomen and you over.
Of course, this didn't change your situation either. You were just changed your posture, caught under the armpit like a briefcase, and continued to be involved in the battle between the two.
"..."
You suddenly don't want to care about these two people, let them fight to death, just keep your breath.
The great God of Light is on the top, please bring down an envoy and beat them all down.
You who practice atheism begin to pray in your heart that miracles can happen.
Probably because your prayers were too sincere, the touched God of Light really airdropped an envoy for you.
It's the 24K pure gold that doesn't contain any moisture.
A squad of Griffin Riders with the conspicuous emblem of the Royal Knights passed over your head, and then a figure with a dazzling light jumped off the back of a flying Griffin, the man engraved with golden wheat The cloak surrounded by the cross pattern of the two swords fluttered in the wind.
In a daze, you seem to see the glittering Pikachu running towards you.
"Miss May!"
"Pikachu" shrouded in golden light turned into an anxious, but handsome, blond and blue-eyed knight who brought harm to the country and the people.
Ah... you think your stomach hurts even more.
This unsuccessful world should be destroyed directly.
You thought blankly.