orc planet

5 years old, is the lingering nightmare in Molier's mind──

Dimly, he was still asleep...Suddenly, a loud horn sounded over the tribe; like a thunderbolt, everyone was caught off guard.

He vaguely remembered being picked up by his father, and as soon as he stepped out of the door, his mother and younger brother screamed in shock.His father casually handed him over to the fleeing clansmen, turned around and rushed into the wooden house without hesitation...

Since then, he has never seen his parents and younger brother again.

After the Zerg left, Patriarch Esa seemed to have aged a lot.Thick sorrow spread in the air, and the holy place was silent, only low, almost desperate cries kept lingering...

Almost half of the tribe died in the Zerg raid.For a time, there were many more children like Molier in the tribe.

He held Esa's hand in a daze, and followed the patriarch to the strange wooden house.

A gentle female stood at the door, and beside him was a 7- or 8-year-old orc boy.The boy had a straight face, with a very indifferent expression.

Molier timidly hid behind Esa, and when he saw the wide wings behind the boy, he couldn't help but widen his round eyes curiously.

"Excuse me, this kid's name is Molly."

"I know, he is Acton's child." The man leaned down and looked at little Mollie softly.

"I know it's difficult for you too, but the tribe is now... alas──" Esa sighed slightly, and handed little Mollier into the hands of the man.

"This kid is very good."

"Patriarch, this is what I should do." With a rare smile on his thin face, he pulled Molier to stand in front of the orc boy, and said softly.

"This is your brother, Ken."

Receiving Esa's encouraging gaze, Molier mustered up the courage to look at the boy in front of him, and timidly called "Brother".

The soft childish voice is waxy and sweet, with a touch of flattery.Kan's eyes darkened slightly, and there was no expression on his still tense face.Seeing that the eyes of the watery little doll were filled with mist, the boy curled his lips, took Molier's soft little hand, turned and walked into the wooden house.

……

Although the new home is not as good as before, Molier is already very content.The clansman took care of them more or less; every time the tribe caught a large game, Esa never forgot to give them a share.

The only thing he regrets is the serious and indifferent personality of his new brother.To be honest, he felt very conflicted about Kan, a little scared, but couldn't help but want to be closer to him.

Day by day, slowly, Morlier no longer has nightmares every night, and gradually reveals the innocence and innocence of a 5-year-old child.

But misfortune befell him again.

At the age of 7, Morrill was orphaned again──

Esa wanted to find him a new home, but Kan, against all expectations, insisted on raising the younger brother himself.

"I can feed him!" The ten-year-old orc boy was much taller and stronger than two years ago.

"Kan, you are still young after all." Esa tried to convince the stubborn boy in front of him.

"I went hunting with Wickat a year ago. I can do it!" The boy's eyes were full of determination, and he refused to compromise at all.

"...Since you have decided, then fine."

In this way, Morrill and Kan stayed in the original house.The difference is that from that day on, his life will be firmly tied to another person...

"Woo..."

Nine-year-old Molier knelt on the blanket made of animal skins, her big eyes were red and swollen, and she stared at Kan who was applying medicine for a moment.

"Why cry, I'm not dead."

Kan skillfully touched the herbs evenly on the wound.A long gash was cut open on the shoulders and waist by the sharp claws of the Velociraptor.Flesh turned out, bloody and bloody looks terrible, but in fact the injury is not serious.

"For the next few days, I'll be hunting with Sirius in the West Hills. If you're scared, go to Deeter."

"Xishan!" Molier's eyes widened, and he hurriedly grabbed Kan who was about to go out.

"Your injury is still not healed, bro!"

"I told you not to call me brother." Kan frowned. He was never Molly's brother, nor did he want to be.

"Call me Kan."

"Brother, Kan..." Molier held him pitifully. "Is it okay if you don't go, your injury──"

"This little injury is nothing."

There was a hint of warmth in the eyes of the young orc.He hugged the red-eyed little guy and put it gently on the bed, and said softly, "You stay at home obediently, and I will let Dieter come to accompany you."

Molier turned around angrily and said nothing, until the sound of Kan's footsteps disappeared outside the door, he got up from the bed with red eyes.He knew that Kan worked so hard to become an independent warrior earlier, so that he could live a better life.

He doesn't want to be Kan's burden.

……

"Dieter." The watery little doll raised her palm-sized face and barely reached the table with her toes on her toes.

"What's the matter, little guy?" The boy named Dieter put down his work, picked up little Mollie and put him on the table.

"I want to learn how to make this." The little hand pointed to the yellow, yellow and green herbs on the table, and the eyes were shining with curiosity and excitement.

"You want to learn this?" Dieter widened his eyes and rubbed Mollier's little head. "Being a doctor is hard work. Tell me why you want to study."

"Brother...Kan, he gets hurt often, I want to do something for him." Mollier said with his little head lowered.

"Oh my God!" Dieter exclaimed, and couldn't help but hug him and turn around.

"That guy Kan is really lucky to have such a caring brother like you!"

"Dieter?"

"Don't worry~ I will teach you anything you want to learn!" Dieter smiled and nodded his little nose. "Surprised to come back, huh?"

"Hmm~"

"Then you stay with me for a few days. But let me tell you first, I'm very strict, and then you are not allowed to complain." Dieter deliberately put on a straight face. Unexpectedly, Molier was very director, and immediately put on The appearance of a pair of mature little adults.

"I am not afraid of suffering."

"Ah~~ Molier, you are so cute." Dieter's exclamation and soft child's voice protested again in the small wooden house.

Five days later, Sirius and Kan successfully hunted down the most ferocious beast in the West Mountain, which also marked that they had grown into outstanding warriors.

"Molly?"

As soon as Kan stepped into the hut, he was caught off guard by a small bomb.

"Brother, come in quickly! Woohoo, Kan..." Molier felt aggrieved and touched the big swollen forehead. He just forgot it for a while, Kan is so stingy!

"Quick, take off your clothes!"

"Molly!" Kan was shocked, and hurriedly stopped the 'ravaging' little hands on his body.

Molier didn't care so much, and hurriedly pulled off Kan's clothes, and brushed the old wounds on his waist and shoulders with distressed little hands.

"I made medicine." The little guy raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and took out a small jar of green medicine. "After taking the medicine, it doesn't hurt anymore."

"Fool..." The young orc breathed a sigh of relief, hugged Molier, and rubbed his little head wantonly with his big hands.

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Kan..." Molier lay quietly on his chest, with her small arms around the boy's strong waist.

"I will learn, work hard and study hard. I can definitely help you! So, never leave me..." He didn't want to experience the pain of losing a loved one again.He only hoped that he could be with Kan all his life, forever.

"Yeah. We'll be together forever."

It was late at night, and a bonfire was lit in the tribe.

The light and shadow reflected on the window, revealing the youthful and tall figure of the young orc; intertwined with another small shadow, stretched so long, so long...