Chapter 2: Huayi

The surviving Asian beast man is called Zheyan. He used a thick cloth to tie the baby to his chest. After all, he only had one arm. Even if the enemies left in the opposite direction, there was still in the jungle. All kinds of dangers-and he is only a sub-beast when he is healthy and has little fighting power.
From a very young age, Zheyan has always been questioning why he was born into a sub-beast, and why the gods who used to be omnipotent would let people be born into three or six or nine, so that he was born with those There is such a huge gap between our compatriots who are only one word apart.
But when he grew up, he learned to work with his head down and not talk nonsense.
Complaining cannot make a person survive.
Zhe Yan stumbles and runs in the mud, sometimes looking down at the children in his arms-it is said that several children were born in the tribe this year, and it is difficult for Zhe Yan to tell which one of them he is.
But this little guy was so quiet, he didn't cry or make noise, and drew in his arms, even the sound of breathing was so light, but only occasionally when Zheyan stopped and fed him water or wild fruit sauce, he opened Open his eyes and look at him.
The child had dark eyes and the baby's peculiar clarity, which was the only vitality on his little blue-purple face.
Zheyan suspects that this is not the child's quiet personality, it is most likely that he is sick, and has no strength to cry.
I do not know how far, Zhe Yan felt that he was almost exhausted, and then he saw a thin road running across the edge of the forest.
He knew that it was the way to the north. It is said that there are hordes of wild wolves there. Every winter, they will be covered by heavy snow. No one dares to go to such dangerous places except the most powerful soldiers.
His knees softened and he fell on the road, his eyes darkening. Throughout the night, he hadn't eaten anything except fruit. His bloodless body had reached the limit, and he even felt that his chest began to numb.
Until then, the baby finally made a sound and wept like a kitten.
Zheyan collapsed to the ground, struggling to lift half of her body, holding this little life with her frozen white fingers, and shaking him awkwardly, but the little babies who were still very good were crying The voice kept faint, the tears continued to flow, and the little face wrinkled.
Zheyan guessed that he might be hungry. In the rainy season, the fruits in the forest would rot because of too much water. There is not much sugar in it, but where can he find food for his children?
Their home is gone, and he himself cannot catch even a hare.
The man curled up his body and wiped the tears on the baby's face with his fingers in vain.
"Don't cry." He said, but his tears fell and hit the baby. "We all have to live, you know? Even if we are all useless people-useless people, aren't we? Can't I live? "
Injuries, rain, and fled overnight, let Zhe Yan start to burn, he fights for the last trace to get up and walk down the edge of the path, every step is as unreal as stepping on the cotton, A ant bite on him, causing itching and pain, and a scratch was a bloodstain, sweat dripping, and it was hot.
He didn't know what he was talking to this little boy, and whether he understood or not, he wasn't expressing something, maybe it was just a few nonsense to the end.
Finally, on this lonely road, a man on a horse came to see if he was dressed as a messenger or something.
Zheyan's eyes suddenly lighted up, which made him run as if he had been full of potential. He tried to catch up with the running horse: "Wait a minute! Save us! Please, save me! we!"
But the arrogant knight, who was light and simple, didn't even return, so he just left.
A disabled Asian beast man, and a dying child who can't even hear the cry, the brain-burning talent will stop on such a dangerous road.
Who knows if they are the bait of an orc waiting to be robbed?
You know, here is the north, the mountains and forests are full of barbaric tribes, and such things are endless.
Next was a caravan, with a team of Asian beasts in the middle. Outside, there were several orcs who turned into beasts and carefully opened their roads. They were using horse-drawn carts, and they might contain something more northward. The tribe traded fur goods, and Zheyan didn't dare to lean on--the leading beast could step on him with one foot. He just knelt on the side of the road like a beast and hung his forehead on the ground. Begged passersby to stop and pity them.
Even if you give them a bite?
But as if they hadn't seen them at all, they passed by in front of him. The muddy water splashed by the horse's hoof and animal feet splashed on his face, but Zheyan hurriedly looked at the baby's condition and confirmed that he was not harmed. Looking up at the caravan going away, he looked up, and there was a layer of deadly confusion in his eyes that looked a little cloudy because of the high fever.
This world ... this ugly, so dirty world ...
Just then, a pair of menacing eyes stared at the man and the child in his arms. In the big tree behind Zheyan, a colorful poisonous snake vomited a letter and raised the tumor on his head.
The thing had become purple because of excitement, slowly climbing along the trunk, aiming at Zhe Yan's weak side.
Living in the migrant tribes in the jungle all year round, even if he has no hunting power, he is keen enough to perceive the danger in the wild. At the moment when the serpent rushed over, Zheyan smelled the stinky smell in his mouth. He hurriedly dodging, but his soft limbs dragged him down, and the man slumped to the ground, and he had no time to subconsciously raise his left arm to stand in front of himself and the baby.
The poison in the beast's mouth gave him some illusion of dizziness.
A roar exploded in his ear, and a giant beast transformed into an orc leaped violently from the side, biting the seven inches of the poisonous snake and rolling its body aside.
The beast was covered with hard scales, like armor, even the hardest poisonous snake's teeth could not penetrate. The poisonous snake soon died. The beast raised his head and roared loudly in the morning light, standing proudly Next to the booty.
This poisonous snake's tumor can extract an essence. It is said that it can make a woman stay young forever, and it is loved by the women and chicks raised by the noble beasts.
Immediately, the beast became a young man, carrying a simple bag on his body, looking like a man who hunted for a living. He sharply cut off the sarcoma of a viper and put it in a small bag specially made by him. Then he stood up and glanced at the man who was embarrassed next to him.
"Oh!" The youth seemed somewhat surprised, raising his eyebrows and saying to himself, "A disability and a little thing?"
Zheyan looked at him, his lips moving hard.
"I beg you ..." he said with anger, "Please, save us ... save us ..."
"Why, there was a tribal war nearby?" The young man wiped the dagger he used to dissect the snake without asking, and asked casually, "then you escaped from the forest behind me? I heard that there There is a tribe that can live ... you savage northerners living in the woods! "
"I beg you, just a little food ..."
"Come on, come and show me this little thing," the young man crouched down, uncovered the rag from the baby, took a closer look, and then took out the baby's little hand, looked it carefully, and failed. When the beast pattern was found, a slight disappointment appeared on his face. "He is not an orc."
"I beg you ..."
The young man stood up, looked down at Zhe Yan's muddy face, and said with regret: "I'm persuading you, let's just forget it. What kind of little beast can you use to grow up? Look at him like this, maybe there is something wrong with the innate, it is impossible to live to grow up-but I see that you are not much better than him. Don't struggle, where do you come from earlier and where to die, find your faith The of God goes, and when he is happy, he may give you a healthy and powerful new life. "
Having said that, the young orc turned away indifferently, and Zheyan's power to grasp his horn was much less than that of an ant—not that the hunter was cold, but he had seen too much, and the food was so precious. How can it be wasted on a useless Asian beast child?
And ... who doesn't want to live?
But to live is also a matter of life.
The last light in Zheyan's eyes finally darkened. He fell on the side of the snake's corpse, his eyes straightened, only his mouth still murmured, "Save us, please ..."
Finally, a fourth man came on this desolate road.
He looks a teenager. Although he is not short, he still has the childish innocence on his face. Usually, after the orc is eight or nine years old, he can grow to the height of an ordinary Asian man.
The young man wore a small armor with a detailed rattan belt around his waist. It was the first time the child went out of the house, and the mother had to make up his own tie.
He stopped beside Zheyan, the rare feather-shaped silver beast pattern on his wrist, as if shining in the slowly rising sun.
"What are you talking about?" The boy found him, squatted down and looked at this wolfy Asian beast man.
He frowned, listening to his ears for a while, then rolled up a huge leaf, picked up a little rain from the tree, and fed it to the man.
The teenager obviously did not take care of people, and half of the leaf's water splashed on Zheyan's face. Agitated by the cold water, Zhe Yan recovered a little consciousness. He picked up the trunk, barely sat up, exposed the baby in his arms, and fed the child mouth to mouth.
The orc kid who was away for the first time looked at the baby without blinking and felt novel.
He has never seen such a small child, but freshness is freshness, he just looked at it and did not express any opinions.
The baby closed his eyes and snorted weakly.
Zheyan raised his head, and said to the orc boy hoarsely, "Little Master, do you have food? Give me a little, and save us."
"Oh, wait for me." Without saying a word, the orc boy unpacked the bag behind him, and even turned up in front of the stranger without knowing it, and for a long time he pulled out a bag from it. The jerky came, and the boy looked a little embarrassed. He held the jerky and handed it to Zheyan, saying embarrassingly, "This is the only thing left."
Zhe Yan snapped the food over, biting it with a big mouth, almost chewing, and swallowed it directly. Then he bit the most tender part of the jerky, and chewed it himself, still using that method. To feed the baby.
But even so, the jerky was still too difficult for the baby, and his response was straightforward and he spit out the food.
"Eat, eat in." Zhe Yan spit the child's flesh again and stuffed it back. "Eat in, please, I can only survive if I eat!"
The orc boy looked aside for a while, without saying a word, whispered in his heart: Can this little guy live?
He left his jerky in silence, and turned into the woods.
At first, Zhe Yan thought he was gone. After all, leaving food was very kind, but after a while, he heard a sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. Zhe Yan was startled and turned back in a hurry. Go and find out that the orc child who just walked away silently is back again. He still makes a bang and threw down an adult horned deer.
This animal meat is very delicious and has no fishy taste. It is delicious whether it is cooked or eaten raw.
But the horned deer are very combative and agile, and even very powerful hunters may not be able to catch them.
The orc boy raised his hands expressionlessly to wipe off the blood stains on his cheeks, then kneeled on the ground with one knee, lowered the dagger around his waist, and unloaded the stag decisively, then pushed it in front of Zheyan, and whispered softly. "Eat."
Zheyan looked at him sternly.
The boy didn't know where to find a small metal bowl, took a full bowl of blood and handed it to Zhe Yan, using the chin to point the baby in his arms: "Give him this, my dad said he drank blood Children who grow up will become the most powerful warriors in the future. "
Then he probably felt that there was nothing else to say, so he untied the bag and poured out all the jerky in it, and put it in his arms with enthusiasm: "Hold on, I'm leaving."
"Wait!" Zhe Yan suddenly called to stop him, "Wait for the children! It was all given to me, how about you? You ca n’t go without food, did your dad not tell you ..."
"Oh, I'm going to fight again." The boy cleaned the dagger on the trunk, retracted his waist, and said indifferently.
Zheyan opened his mouth and looked at this weird little orc for a while, and finally let go of his voice and asked, "What's your name? I will repay you-even if I can't live then, the child will grow up in the future. And I'll let him remember to repay you. "
The teenager didn't take it seriously. What use could a disabled Asian beast man and a small thing not as long as his forearm? But when people said that, it was kind. He didn't show any disdain. He just smiled, showing two little tiger teeth, and the innocence of the children.
"Huayi." He stomped the mud on his toes and continued along his path. "Then I'll go, take care of you."