Chapter 5: fierce look

The leader of the condor tribe is not a good product. The Yufeng Mountain is not as snow-covered as the snow-wolf tribe. The mountain is sheltered from the wind. The condor tribe is located in the valley. Driving, whether it is prey or food, is much better than Snow Wolf.
However, the leader of the rice bucket was still a mess and the clan was so poor that even the leader played with several Asian beast men and did not dare to raise it in his own home.
The leader of the Snow Wolf has long been jealous of the place, but it is because the two tribes have set up a contract first and do not interfere with each other. Before, he always wanted to rack his brains to find a way to start the war and seize it as his own, but now he has come up with a cannibalistic idea-marriage.
The vulture leader also knows his wolf ambitions well, but the two tribes have been acquainted with each other for a long time, and they can never even be turned away from guests, so if they are close to the enemy, this whole day, who No one is allowed to do the right thing. All young and mature men, whether Asian orcs or orcs, must all be greeted and put on a welcome look.
I hope this welcome will deter each other and let the assassins of the Snow Wolf Tribe hurry up.
Even Zheyan's semi-disabled, who does not even come out of the house, was required to lead Chang'an out.
Chang'an just had a fight with others, and Zheyan could see that the corner of the child's mouth was swollen. The child was born with a wound and was unloved. It was easy to get bruised if he touched it casually.
Some people in the tribe are very disdainful, especially headed by the three wives of the leader. Naturally it also affects the next generation. None of the children are willing to play with Changan. They arrange various unpleasant words in the back and sometimes throw them at him. stone.
Just a little orc, relying on himself will be transformed, and brought a group of puppy legs to the trouble of Changan, but although Changan usually does not like talking or crying, his temper is not as good as it seems.
The little orc and his little followers did not put such a crooked little Asian beast in their eyes, while the little orc nodded Chang'an's shoulders, pushed him back, and scolded in his mouth. While learning abusive words from adults, Chang'an suddenly caught up in surprise.
He poked into the little orc's hand with a small saw blade stolen from a carpenter, and caught his hand off guard.
Of course, Chang'an didn't have that much strength and couldn't poke in, but also saw blood on the spot.
The children had not yet reached the age of hunting. Where they had seen the blood, they were so scared and stunned on the spot. Chang'an took the opportunity to jump up and hugged the little orc's head and bit him. On his ears, the little orc cried, thinking that his ears were about to be bitten off.
He couldn't help but turn into a beast, rushing to scratch Chang'an. He was tossed down by Chang'an. He was so dizzy that he was about to spit it out, but he just had a terrible strength, and he resisted it. Riding around the little beast's neck, biting his ear, just not let loose.
The orc's ears were weak and he bleed blood quickly, and he rolled on the ground in pain, exposing his belly.
This once again made Chang'an seize the opportunity-the orc's belly is the weakest place, and must not be exposed to the enemy to see. Chang'an shrank his body and slammed it hard with his skinny kneecap. The little orc was in pain. With a whine, there was a poor whine in his throat, and there was nothing he could do about Chang'an.
Chang'an straddled his neck, using a small saw against his neck, clutching the young fluff on his head, said dumbly, "I will cut your neck again!"
The neck wasn't cut so easily, but the little orc who was crushed to the ground by him was just thinking that this guy could really do it.
The children have never seen such a deadly fight, so at this point, the miracle of Chang'an has generally been ten, and it has won all!
After his opponents were coaxed, Chang'an went around behind the big tree, and "slammed", turned his stomach upside down, and the bruise on the corner of his mouth was aching, but he still felt very happy ... just a little Afraid of being scolded.
Fortunately, Zheyan saw the injury in the corner of his mouth, but he was guilty and didn't ask. The man guarded Xiao Chang'an with his only arm. At the end of the crowd, someone reached out and touched him irregularly. Silent, as if afraid to let the child know.
But Chang'an is so short. His eyes are from the bottom up. What do the adults think they do in private, can he not see?
He didn't understand, he didn't know what these people were doing, but he felt the other person's bad intentions instinctively, then he stared at those people's hands patrolling on Zheyan's waist and hips, silently protected by Zheyan forward Go, thinking to myself, "If you give me a knife, I will chop you all."
But he didn't even have a wood-cutting knife, and even the small saw blade tried every means to hide it secretly. At home, Zhe Yan never let him do the rough work of chopping firewood, as if he firmly believed that his blood was noble. Even an Asian beast that seemed to be ill and crooked could become a superb craftsman.
Chang'an has been sent to a carpenter for more than two months as an apprentice. The carpenter does not spoil him like Zheyan. He likes to instruct him to do what he does and teach him nothing.
In addition, the carpenter's affairs did not really attract the interest of a six-year-old boy. However, when he thought of the philosopher's words, it was for his good, and Changan accepted them silently. What, the only trouble is that I can't often go to the mountains to see people practicing the sword.
Thinking of this, Chang'an felt that it was boring to stand with these people, so he gently earned his hand and whispered, "I want to pee."
Zheyan glanced down at him, and found that this little thing immediately avoided him as soon as it came into contact with his eyes. Apparently, a lie was not rounded, so he smiled gently and clicked on his forehead. Explained to him: "You can play, don't run far, don't fight with others, go home yourself at night, earlier, hear me?"
Changan nodded and smiled at him without hesitation, flexed out of the crowd, and ran away.
What a beautiful and well-behaved child!
Zheyan felt that his chest was very stuffy, he bent down, and coughed low. Every time he coughed badly, he always felt a stinky gas in his throat. He suspected that he was sick, so he never dared to cough in front of Changan's face. Passed to him-only to rush him to the carpenter.
But you have to be alive, Zhe Yan thought so, reached out and pressed his own chest.
He still has to raise Chang'an.
In fact, as soon as Chang'an's front feet left, the leader of the Snow Wolf Tribe came back with a mighty group of people.
From the beginning of Chang'an's memory, Zheyan has always told him that a person with a silver beast pattern on his hand and named "Huayi" had saved his life and encountered it in the future. He must be repaid in any case.
Unfortunately, it seems that the fate of Chang'an and this life-saving benefactor has not yet arrived. The first time was because he was too young to remember, and the second time he came to the door and went wrong with him.
Although Zhe Yan is still there, his eyes have long been useless, and even a little far away, he can't even see people. Through the layers and layers of people, he glanced at him, how could he still recognize him? What about the half-silly boy with a prey?
Changan walked into the woods by himself, stepping on the ground with his little feet, silently. He avoided the beasts in the woods, passed through large bushes higher than him, and went to the place where the samurai hunters trained.
With infinite enthusiasm and hope, he came to the place and found that there was no one, and then he remembered that everyone went to meet the Snow Wolf Tribe, so he became even more disappointed.
Chang'an got out of the grass and made two laps in the place where people usually train. Suddenly, somehow, he had a bold idea and ran into the weapon room along the window.
The orcs are very powerful at transforming beasts, but if they run into bigger or sharper teeth than themselves, it is not good.
So at this time, you have to be transformed into a half-beast, using weapons to compete in martial arts. In the orc's weapon room, even in the middle of summer, there is a gloomy thing. The things hanging inside are smelly. Those are the real guys who can overcome the minions .
Strangely, Chang'an, a little guy who doesn't have the shortest and shortest knife length, stands in it without any uneasiness.
He touched a large saber, and the thing was a small foot long, just like that, I arrogantly ran across the center of the weapon room, iron handle, thick back, cold to the touch, and there was a little uncleaned blood stain on the back of the knife, like A beast of bleak looks.
Chang'an squatted next to the saber for a while, and his envious look appeared on his small face that had not seen blood all the year round. He even reached out and grabbed one of the sabre's long handles, but his hands were too small. It's still hard to catch a lap, let alone lift this big guy up.
His palm touched the icy cold iron knife handle, and a coolness rolled along his palms all over the body, but Chang'an seemed to have encountered something good. He was so excited that a little bit appeared on his cheek. Excited pink. He reluctantly choked on the handle for a long time, then stood up and walked around it three or four times before turning to the others.
At the end, he picked up the shortest, lightest, rusted blade that had been abandoned, and smartly turned it out of the window. On the training ground in the courtyard, following the actions of the person he seemed to secretly look at, Played like a model.
It was just that he had no strength in his hands, and soon he was panting and sweating. However, this seems to be the best game Changan has ever played. Instead, the more tired he gets, the more excited he becomes.
At that moment, suddenly, someone snorted not far away, and Chang'an stepped a cricket, and even fell a knife and brought him to the ground. However, he did not appear panic. Go and find a middle-aged orc with a small basket standing there, obviously, not a tribe man.