When he had regained consciousness once again, it was already noon the next day. He was lying on a bed of dry hay, covered with two beast skins, and not far beside him, a small fire was burning.
So, the warmth he’d felt before was actually from that fire?
He propped himself up, but the severe pain from his arms and legs turned his face deathly pale.
He cautiously looked at the areas where he had been injured before, which had been treated with a layer of dicinal powder and had stopped bleeding.
He felt sowhat moved in his heart, the Shaman still cared for them.
Look, wasn’t this treatnt proof of that?
"Are you awake?" A concerned voice arose at his side, and Jacob turned his head, startled.
He looked at Mu Li’s bruised face, "What happened...what happened to you?"
Mu Li shook his head and said nothing, just silently sitting aside.
However, the Orc next to them could not stand it, he lowered his voice, full of sorrow, "Mu Li went to ask the Clan Leader for the Fire Seed to save you, was beaten up by those beasts, then when your wound kept bleeding, he again went to the Shaman to beg for dicinal powder, so..."
The Orc didn’t finish his sentence, but his gaze involuntarily fell on Mu Li’s right leg.
Jacob was extrely shocked, but also noticed the Orc’s gaze, and followed it.
In the next mont, his pupils contracted, his eyes frosty as if covered with ice, "Did they do this?"
His words seed to squeeze through his teeth one by one, each syllable carrying the sound of teeth grinding.
Mu Li’s right leg... was broken.
His lower leg was in an extrely unnatural shape, and Orcs, who often fought with wild beasts in the forest, could tell that Mu Li’s leg bone was broken.
Jacob growled in pain, "Why, why would they do this to us? Aren’t we part of the Nacha Tribe too?"
The Orc that had spoken earlier laughed derisively, "Tribesn? In their hearts, we’re probably less useful than a Giggle Beast."
The cave entrance fell into silence for a mont.
After a long while, Mu Li sighed, "Now is not the ti to be disheartened. Every ti we go out to get snow, everyone should bring back so dry branches too. We have to try our best to survive."
Mu Li should have been the most desperate Orc here, but now he was comforting them instead, which made the Orcs, who had just been imrsed in sorrow and despair, feel waves of sha.
Their gazes beca resolute, "Don’t worry, Mu Li, leave it to us now. We’ll definitely take good care of the females and the young, we have to survive together."
What was happening here was unknown to Nakula; he didn’t even know Mu Li had begged for fire and dicinal powder.
Even if an Orc had told him, he wouldn’t have cared about such a trivial matter.
For him, it was enough if a fraction of the Orcs were doing well. With so little food this year, how could he let every Orc be fed?
And the Shaman cared even less. As one who could communicate with Lord Beast God, why would he bother to treat a useless Orc?
It was precisely because of their disregard that this neglect had slowly grown into a major threat, leading to the ultimate downfall of the Nacha Tribe.
Of course, that was a story for another ti.
As for now, the very Nakula and Shaman who lay in their tents feasting on at would have never anticipated that day.
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