orc couple

Bree watched Parod hustle and bustle about moving, and it didn't seem to matter where she was.After the orc and the female form a bond, the orc follows the custom, and the orc decides where the female goes.So Parod went back to bid farewell to the leader of the Bear clan and the parents of Bridu, and was not hindered.

Moreover, knowing that one is going to die soon creates a beautiful projection of everything around one's surroundings.

Bree was making clothes for Parod and the cubs, thinly hemming the sackcloth clothes, and the clothes for the cubs from small to large, neatly arranged on the bed.

Although after a few years, I know that they don't necessarily need or like them, but at this moment, thinking about the beauty of the future gives Bree the courage to face the imminent death.

Parod transplanted the peach tree to their yard in the wolf tribe. Thinking that Bree likes to grow vegetables, he opened up a field in a corner of the yard, turned over the soil, and after tidying up everything, went outside to wash in the river. I took a cold shower and returned to the room with my hair dripping with water.

"What are you doing?" Parod leaned over, water dripping from his hair onto the clothes in Bree's hands.

Bree raised his head, Parode's cold and hard breath in the past disappeared, and the afterglow of the setting sun outside the window shone into the room, creating a halo behind Parode.Bree was in a trance for a moment, seemingly dumbfounded.

He smelled of the clear river water in autumn, and Bree thought that when he was underwater, the green dragonflies in the river wrapped around his body and slid across his strong chest, as if stroking and retaining him.

"What are you looking at?" Parode waved his hand in front of his eyes, smiling softly.

Bree regained his senses and pushed his head away, "Don't sprinkle water indiscriminately, go far away", with a blush on his face.

Parode picked up a pile of clothes on the bed and looked at them, "Why do you make so many clothes? Are you making them for your son? You can do them later."

Brie replied with a smile, "I'm in a panic, I'm looking for something to do."

Parod propped his arms on the back of the chair Bree sat in, and Bree's slightly moist breath hit his ear, making him shudder.

Parod slowly approached Bree, stopped an inch behind Bree's neck, and did not come closer.

Dust floats in the air.

That day Bree dreamed of a mythical beast.Ergus asked the priest to recuperate his body, trying to prevent the beast from absorbing energy from him without hurting the beast, so the cub in his stomach has been very quiet.

"Mother..." A huge white wolf stood in front of him.Bree subconsciously walked towards the white wolf.This wolf has the same animal shape as Parode, with a touch of red on its forehead, which is very airy.He stretched out his hand to the white wolf, and the white wolf lowered his head and rubbed his huge head against the palm of his hand.Seeing that he was harmless, Bree moved closer and hugged the thick long hair around its neck.

"I am a beast of the wolf clan. I was reborn through that body, and I had to have a son cut open. After that, your life may not be long."

Bree nodded, "Don't feel guilty, I am willing."

Next to the giant wolf was a little wolf. "Is this the younger brother?" Bree asked.

The other party nodded, and nudged the little wolf with his kiss, and Bree leaned closer. The little wolf slept soundly, with a scent of milk on his body, and pushed Bree's face lazily with his paws.Bree felt that the little guy was so cute that his heart would melt, but seeing him sleeping so soundly, he didn't want to wake him up.

White Wolf said guiltily, "It's because I absorbed too much energy that made my brother develop slowly."

"It's not your fault," Bree patted the white wolf's head, "but in the future, take good care of your brother."

The giant wolf nodded seriously, Bree thought for a while, and added Parod, "And your father...he is a very good man."

Parod hugged Bree in his arms, wondering what Bree had dreamed of, with a gentle smile on his lips.He looked at Bree motionlessly. It was just dawn, and there were occasional cuckoo calls in the cold morning light.

After returning to the wolf clan, I have experienced many things, but now that I think about it, the influence of the past events on me has gradually faded away.

It was as if the only real person in the world was Bree.

I don't know when, my heart is no longer on me.It had taken full root in Bree, and as he chased his prey, trampled it under his feet, and tore it apart, there was not a moment when he did not think of Bree.

He never imagined the future before, for him, torturing each other with Bree until he was old was his future.

In the past few months, I have always fantasized about the future, thinking that when the cubs are born, I will take Bree out to play, let Bree and the cubs sit on my back, go to a safe place in the forest for a spring outing, and let Bree take him To make rice balls, he can go to the river to catch a few fresh fish and bake them with Brie for the cubs to eat.When the cubs grow up, they will be driven out to set up their own families, and they will stay with Brienne until they grow old.

Thinking about it, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

This is Bree also waking up, rubbing Parod's face in a daze, "Good morning".

Finally it was time for Brie to produce.

Parode sent Brie to the priest, and the priest stopped Parode outside.

A long time ago, when the beast was born, it would cut the female's belly and get out. Later, the priests of the past dynasties accumulated a lot of experience and found that cutting the female's belly with a sharp knife made the wound neat and easy to heal after suturing.The priest drugged Bree, sterilized the knife over the fire, and asked Bree, "Aren't you saying goodbye to Parod?"

After several months of recuperation, the priest has a good understanding of Bree's physical condition.

The two knew well that Bree might not last to see Parod again.

Bree shook his head. Yesterday, he had watered the peach trees and the tomatoes in the field, put a few new peach blossoms on the window sill of the bedroom, and put the clothes for Parod and the cubs in order. In the closet, fresh dishes have been washed and placed on the kitchen table.The names of the two cubs have also been discussed with Parod. The name of the beast is Maruno, and the youngest son is called Gulefa.

When it was time to say goodbye, he didn't know how to speak.

The ten months in this world were his happiest time, saving him from the shadow of the past and allowing his soul to be healed.

Time flies so fast, it's too late to grow old with the one I love.

In a dream before his death, Bree saw the Beast God and his young son for the last time.

He looked at Bree with pity, but couldn't let Bree stay.

"If you remember what I said when you saw him, please tell him that I love him very much." Brie smiled with tears and rubbed the head of his youngest son who was still sleeping soundly.

Parode walked around anxiously outside the gate of the priest.Ergus comforted him by the side.

Urgus knew that Bree would probably die here, but he was glad that he had made an agreement with Bree and gave Parod a few months of happiness.The wolves are born with apathy, and Urgus felt that Bree's death might cause Palod pain for a while, but there were many females in the clan, and this pain would soon pass.

After a long time, Parode didn't hear the cry of the newborn, and there was only a strong smell of blood in the air, which made him more and more flustered.

Finally, he heard the priest's footsteps walking towards the door.

His hands trembled on the door panel, faintly rejecting the coming bad news.

The door opened.

"Come in and see your cub." Parod followed up with stiff legs, and walked into the house. There were two cubs, one of which was strong and born with human nature, and there was a red mark on its head.The other was small and thin, breathing very shallowly, and slept soundly.

He didn't go to hug his cub, but looked at the priest with a hint of begging in his eyes, but he opened his mouth but there was no sound.

The priest sighed and led him into the room where Bree was.

Bree had one arm thrown over the edge of the bed.Out of respect for the dead, the wound has been stitched up, but the strong smell of blood makes Parode feel suffocated.

He took Bree's hand tremblingly.There was still heat on his hands that hadn't dissipated.

At this moment, Parod felt that he could not unify reality with his cognition.

He knew Bree was dead.This realization made him unable to think.

He knew he was rejecting the news, and he could even smile, being as gentle as ever with Bree.

He kissed Bree's forehead, "Thank you, let's go home."

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【small theater】

Brie: Today I am also very hardworking.

Parod: What did you do?

Bree (puffing out her small chest proudly): I have a son who can rule the world.

Parod: Wake up.