The Big Devil vs. the Dark Villain

He first took the man to the tree hole he had dug and put him down, then quickly went out to bring him some clean water and herbs.

Then he curled up into a ball on the haystack and looked at Nan Zhiyi sleepily.

The leopard orcs have retained the living habits of wild leopards. Rather than hunting during the day, they prefer to hide at night or hunt in the early morning.

Most of the time I spend the afternoon resting and sleeping, but today was a very long day.

By the time Nan Zhiyi had finished dealing with it, he had fallen into a deep sleep without realizing it.

Nan Zhiyi looked at him gently, tiptoed to the haystack, put a piece of animal skin under him, pulled one of his paws apart, put it on herself, rested her head on his other paw, buried her face in his furry neck and fell asleep.

When his breathing slowed down, Mu Xuan opened his golden animal eyes, stared at him for a long time, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, pulled him into his arms, and then he really fell asleep.

Night is the beginning of the carnival for the leopard orcs.

At about six o'clock in the evening, Nan Zhiyi opened her eyes first and looked at Mu Xuan, who was whining and unwilling to get out of bed.

He did not secretly sleep in the other's arms with a guilty conscience, but smiled leisurely to see how long he would pretend.

Mu Xuan slowly opened his eyes and looked at the strange orc, blinking blankly, as if he was half asleep and couldn't recover for a while.

"How could you molest me while I was injured? No, you have to be responsible for me."

“???” Mu Xuan was confused, and the accusation he was about to ask turned into a question.

How could this orc be so shameless and put the blame on others? Although he did condone the incident, he was clearly the one who took the initiative.

Thinking that he was a little guilty, he was like a frightened bird. He jumped back a distance and prepared to get up.

Nan Zhiyi rolled into his arms, buried her face in the soft and comfortable fur, and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Mu Xuan stood up and his hair stood on end. He stood cautiously one foot and three meters away from him and would not let him get close to him no matter what.

Nan Zhiyi knew that she had teased the cute little Leopard too much, so she tactfully didn't get close to him.

A black panther was running in front, and an orc was following quickly between the trees.

In the blink of an eye, the two arrived at the center of the Leopard Tribe, the square where the bonfire party was held.

In the middle of the square is a blazing fire, and around it are wooden tables filled with food, fruits, and wine.

The food is held in the shell of a huge jade fruit, which looks as crystal clear as jade and is shaped like a gourd.

The original red seeds and pulp inside can be eaten after being fried.

Orcs have mastered basic fire-using and cooking skills.

They have learned to use stone slabs or heated fruit shells to cook food, and have found some natural seasonings such as salt, wild pepper, wild Sichuan pepper, sesame, etc.

The orcs' creative ability is unlimited, and these are the experiences they have summarized after trying and processing.

Although sometimes the food is hard to describe, fortunately there are many orcs, so there are always some with unique flavors.

"You're here, Nan Zhiyi." Li Ye, a spotted little male beast tied with a small bunch of green vines, came to Nan Zhiyi and led him to a seat.

He was one of the group of cubs in the afternoon. His father was a translator and knew the etiquette and rules of the beast tribe best.

His dream is to become an outstanding translator like his father and help the tribe exchange more living resources with other tribes.

Mu Xuan was a native of the tribe. He sat with his parents and did not sit with the foreign orcs.

As soon as they arrived, they sat in separate seats and chatted with people they knew.

Nan Zhiyi didn’t really like communicating with others, especially after becoming an orc. After taking his seat, he just sat quietly with his eyes closed.

Warriors do not need to help other orcs set up the venue and prepare food. That is the job of the orcs responsible for cooking among the picking orcs.

There is no need to talk to other orcs deliberately, but you need to talk with people in the same hunting group occasionally to exchange hunting information and skills and improve teamwork.

However, if you are strong enough, you can choose to hunt alone.

So there were a few orcs like him present, but no one thought they were arrogant. Instead, they often secretly looked at them with admiration.

This is a privilege enjoyed by the strong.

"You came.

I heard that your territory is in a rocky area near the swamp. If you need anything, I can help you move your things over."

As a shadow landed beside him, Nan Zhiyi slowly opened his eyes and looked at the orc next to him who looked quite familiar.

The guy who handed food to the arrogant young master was a shrewd, hypocritical and annoying guy.

“No, I can handle it myself.

And I don't like other orcs to set foot in my territory." Nan Zhiyi said indifferently, and closed his eyes again because he felt bored.

"You don't have to be so defensive against me. I have no ill intentions. I just want to be friends with you."

Gwen's gentle voice sounded again, full of kindness and sincerity.

"We are all orcs from outside. We should help each other."

"Nan Zhiyi, you guy, I finally found you."

After a gust of strong wind, the arrogant young master Qatar sat down on the other side of the space, holding a glass of berry wine in his hand, and his face turned red after drinking it.

"I heard that you have joined our Swift Tribe, and I am very happy to have you join.

You have good vision, kid. There are many warriors as powerful as me in our tribe. Don't worry, your food and clothing will not be a problem here.

Aung gave me a lecture this afternoon, and I apologize for my rude words to you this morning."

Cartell spoke incoherently, obscenely pulled Nan Zhiyi's hand and put it in his arms, and said mysteriously.

"Hey, hey, hurry up and get it yourself. I brought you a big treasure."

Nan Zhiyi was not polite either. After searching for a while, he took out a can of fruit pickled with coarse salt from his arms.

No one knows who invented this thing, but after finding out it could be used to store perishable fruits, it was passed down.

But salt is a precious thing, as is fruit. This thing would probably have to be exchanged for several high-quality animal skins. It seems that his apology is very sincere.

“I tell you, I took this secretly from Aung.

I told him that I wanted to apologize to you, so he let me into the private storage at home, and I searched for a long time before I found it.

I guess he hid it at the bottom because he was afraid I would take it. "

"Thank you." Nan Zhiyi raised his eyebrows and put it away neatly.

Although he had made a lot of salt on the way here and had no shortage of it, he still appreciated the sincerity of others.

The most important thing was that he really wanted to know where this unfortunate child came from. If his family knew, would they chase him around the tribe?

That would be interesting.