Chapter 645: Lucky Little Orc (1/2)
Han Shuo laid silently on the ground as he listened to the teenage orc’s hollering.
Although this young orc had a strong and vigorous body, he could hardly pose Han Shuo any threat. Even if the young orc were to chop him with his axe, Han Shuo would still recover from it eventually.
Therefore, Han Shuo was none too concerned about what the young orc might do next. He silently waited for his physical body to recover while the young orc screamed and shouted.
After some time, Han Shuo’s opened his eyes. The gazes of his deep black eyes fell on the young orc.
The young orc became even more frightened and took a dozen steps backward when Han Shuo suddenly looked at him. He stared at Han Shuo, shaking to his knees, and blurted out, “Are you dead or are you not?”
As Han Shuo’s vocal cords had yet to recover, he wasn’t able to talk for the time being. He responded by blinking his eyes at the little orc.
The young orc continued to stare in horror. As Han Shuo stared back but did not move an inch, the young orc gradually regained his guts and walked back over to Han Shuo.
“Then, is there anything that I can help you with?” the young orc thought for a moment before he cautiously asked, his eyes locking with Han Shuo’s.
A kindhearted orc, I see. He looked at the young orc with calm eyes as he waited for his vocal cords to recover.
“What’s wrong with you? Are you dying? How can I help you?” the unsophisticated young orc repeatedly asked in a sincere manner. He wasn’t polluted by the vile practice of looting the helpless.
After a while, two streams of foamy blood overflowed from the corners of Han Shuo’s lips. His mouth squirmed for a moment before he suddenly spoke the orc language in a weak voice, “No need, thanks!”
The demonic infant within his body was almost fully reconstructed. Han Shuo could sense that under the effects of the blood essence and demonic yuan, his cells were being regenerated inside his demonic infant.
The demonic infant was fundamental to Han Shuo’s main body that cultivated in demonic arts. As soon as the demonic infant was rebuilt, he would be able to operate his fountainhead of energy - the demonic yuan. With that, the recovery speed of his physical body would also rapidly accelerate and his two avatars concealed within the demonic infant would be able to emerge.
Although Han Shuo was anxious and impatient to recover, he knew that there wasn’t a thing that this young orc could do to help him, hence his sweet and short decline. This place where Han Shuo landed was only about a thousand miles from where the Primordius Dragon perished. One thousand miles was neither distant nor close. Godly experts wouldn’t need much time to traverse the distance of a thousand miles even without a transportation matrix.
Han Shuo was certain that the midgod from the Shrine of Ice who watched him vanish into thin air wouldn’t reconcile easily. Those godly experts might have already started looking all around for his trails.
This young orc naturally wouldn’t be able to harm Han Shuo. However, if that midgod from the Shrine of Ice were to find Han Shuo in such a state, Han Shuo believed that he truly would be dead without a doubt.
“No need? Your injuries are severe. If it’s not treated in time, you will surely bleed to death!” the young orc shouted.
“I have stopped bleeding already. Don’t worry, I cannot die. Just go and get on with whatever you were doing, don’t mind me!” as the demonic infant was gradually rebuilt, Han Shuo’s weak voice grew a little stronger.
“I will help you treat your wounds. In any case, I’m won’t ask you to reciprocate anything. You humans are always so strange. My mom has told me before that you humans emphasize compensations, wouldn’t want to be indebted to others and things like that!” The teenage orc did not leave as Han Shuo thought he would. Instead, he mumbled to himself, grabbed a small leather pouch from around his waist, and withdrew a crude looking bottle containing medicine. Not allowing any explanation, he proceeded to apply the powdered medicine on Han Shuo’s wound-riddled body.
Han Shuo could sense that that powdered medicine was the most ordinary antiseptic. It had little to no effect on Han Shuo’s body.
“Thanks, but I really don’t need it!” Han Shuo’s voice slowly regained its smoothness while his eyes were no longer as powerless.
“You are so badly injured. If you don’t need it, then nobody will! Enough, you can be at ease, I won’t ask you to compensate me, okay? You are so frustrating to deal with!” the young orc muttered impatiently. He totally ignored Han Shuo’s words, poured out the entire bottle of medicinal powder, and applied it to Han Shuo’s wounds.
It was plain to see that the orc was a very kind-hearted youngster. Although the medicinal powder produced slight chills when it made contact with his skin, Han Shuo felt warm in his heart.
“Fine. As you wish.” Han Shuo stopped dissuading the young orc and looked up and down at the orc as he carefully applied the medicine to his wounds. The young orc even helped him dress his wounds without worrying that it might stain him. Han Shuo, who was rather worried about being found by those from the Shrine of Ice at any moment, gradually calmed down his mind as he watched the young orc’s attentive appearance.
When Han Shuo’s mind was calmed, he felt his body’s recovery process become a little faster. Han Shuo was shocked by this phenomenon and so he tried to further relax.
“What is your name? What are you doing here?” Han Shuo stopped being so mindful of his body’s condition and started to ask about the young orc very relaxedly.
“They call me Tuaf. To cut timber!” the orc replied without thinking. Soon after, he asked in a peculiar fashion, “You really are a strange human. You are wounded to the point of near death, but not only do you not show one bit of pain, you even have the mood to talk with me.”
After the conversation started, the two gradually became less and less awkward. During the conversation with Tuaf, Han Shuo learned about his family circumstances. He also found out about the hardships that the orcs were facing.
As the soil was barren, they were not able to farm or grow any crops. There were always orcs who would die of starvation every day. Those rumors about orcs eating human meat were indeed true. Those who wish to survive must find a way to do so. They frequently looted the southern border because they had no better choice.
In the last two years, the Empire of Orc was hit by a dry spell that was the worst it had seen in the past hundreds of years. A large number of orcs were starved to death. Some of the elderly orcs, in hope of giving the younger ones a better chance of surviving, banded together in large groups and committed mass suicide. Many of orc villages were shrouded under the shadows of death.
Under such dire circumstances, all major tribes of the orcs became unprecedentedly united. They had no hesitation in sacrificing a large number of orc warriors to invade the southern border, wanting to occupy a piece of the fertile land in order to alleviate the crisis and the miserable situation their country was in.