Chapter 131

After saying that, Lena turned around and left with Orson.

Arati and the people in the tribe looked at the backs of several people leaving, some with tears in their eyes, some sighing, and some regretful.

But in the end, they all became blessings for Lena.

…

After walking a distance away from the tribe, Orson looked at Lena beside him.

“Lena, you look a little unhappy?”

“No.” Lena shook her head. “It’s just that I suddenly parted with everyone I’ve lived with for so long, and I still feel a little… lost.”

“There’s nothing I can do. The ideas are not in line. After all, you can’t take them with you. If you indulge them, you will be the one who suffers.”

“Yeah.” Lena heard Orson’s words and nodded in agreement. "That's true, but I will definitely miss them."

"Of course, we are a big family that has lived together for so long, how can I not miss them? Lena, after all, you are not like some heartless people who can sell out the entire tribe for their own interests."

Of course, Orson's words were meant to be meaningful. He looked at the several young orcs around him and lowered their heads in shame when he heard this.

After betraying the tribe so much, Arati didn't kill them, but just exiled them.

Although being exiled in the desert will eventually lead to becoming slaves of the tribe near the exile place or starving to death in the desert.

But it's better than being executed directly.

"Yes." Lena heard the meaning of Orson's words and glanced at the exiled orcs.

"You completely disregarded the friendship we had lived together for so many years and betrayed the tribe. If it weren't for you, brother Edward, we would definitely be worried about food now."

"Black sheep refers to people like this."

The exiled youths lowered their heads and did not refute anything.

At this moment, they only felt regret.

...

Three days later, at night, Orson took out the camping things from the storage ring.

When Lena first saw these things suddenly appear in Orson's hand, she was shocked, but after listening to Orson's explanation, she gradually got used to it.

Yesterday, they exiled the orcs on the spot.

In the desert, there is no map. Even if they go back along the way they came, they will lose their way because of the wind and sand.

It is impossible for them to return to their original tribe, and the supplies are not enough to support them for another two days. They can only find some tribes nearby who are willing to take them in, or survive by hunting and gathering as nomads in the desert.

When only Orson and Lena were left in the team, the atmosphere became more lively.

After all, when Orson was with the group of tribal traitors, although he felt it was okay, Lena was still a little uncomfortable.

Now that there were only two people left, they felt much more comfortable.

"Brother Edward, how far have we walked?" Lena sat by the fire and looked at Orson beside her.

"Well... we have walked about one-third of the way." Orson said as he looked at the map illuminated by the fire.

It is winter now. The temperature difference between day and night in the desert is very large. At night, it is minus ten degrees Celsius. In this kind of weather, Orson can rely on his strong physical fitness to get through it, but

Lena must rely on external assistance.

Winter clothes are first of all a must. Lena had already put on thick clothes when she came out of the tribe.

In addition, you need to collect firewood to make a fire at night. There are many dead trees in the desert, which can be used locally. If it doesn't work, Orson can also use magic to keep out the cold.

As for wind protection, you can barely keep out the cold with a tent.

In order not to be a burden to Orson, Lena shivered with cold at night, but she didn't complain.

After all, it was she who proposed to follow Orson.

"If the two of us walk the rest of the way, we can go faster." Orson said, glancing at Lena beside him.

Unexpectedly, Lena curled up next to the fire and fell asleep right after asking the question.

He looked at the little fox sleeping on the ground and sighed helplessly.

He had indeed seen Lena's performance these days. In order not to disgust him, the other party deliberately endured all kinds of discomfort on the journey.

Including speed, after leaving the group of traitors behind yesterday, Orson sped up his pace, and Lena could actually keep up with him.

"I told you it would be hard." Although he said so, Orson still took out a quilt to cover Lena.

There was magic when cleaning, which was a lot easier.

And the wind was not strong tonight, so it was no problem to sleep next to the fire.

Orson looked at Lena who had fallen asleep and continued to plan for tomorrow's journey.

The deeper into the desert, the denser the orc tribes are. Today, Orson and Lena even passed by a battlefield.

Seeing that his strategy was effective, Orson was very satisfied, but Lena didn't understand.

She could understand that orcs and half-orcs had conflicts because of their different races, but why would conflicts break out between the same races?

And it was not an isolated case, but a general conflict.

For this, Orson could only explain it by saying that there were not enough resources.

The deeper they went, the more conflicts Lena would see between orcs. I wonder how Lena would feel at that time?

Orson stared at the girl's sleeping face, as if in her dream, Lena dreamed of something happy, and she showed a smile.

…

Five days later, Orson and Lena finally approached the temple of Limusa, the Lord of Beasts.

According to the marks on the map, the two of them were only a few hours away from the temple. During these days of travel, the two of them encountered many interesting things. Whether it was Orson who entered the desert for the first time or he had basically never left. Lena, who lived in the tribe, saw many things for the first time.

"The wind and sand here are getting bigger and bigger, Lena, can you hold on?"

"Yes." Lena nodded, although it was a little reluctant, because the wind and sand deep in the desert were already somewhat difficult for orcs to adapt to.

"If you can't hold on, remember to tell me." Orson looked at Lena and warned with some worry.

After getting along with Orson these days, Orson feels more and more that Lena is a good child. Although she has her own stubbornness and persistence in some things, such as traveling with Orson, she has always understood during the entire journey. own positioning.

Instead of complaining to Orson about the hardships and hardships on the journey, he shared his joy with Orson when he encountered new things.

Every night when camping and resting, Lena would talk to Orson about tomorrow's plans with great anticipation, and then wait for the arrival of a new day.

What Orson saw in Lena was full of hope and longing for the future.

Just as Orson expected, with Lena joining us, the journey was no longer boring.

The two of them walked some distance, and the wind and sand became stronger and stronger. Lena could hardly open her eyes, so she could only hold Orson's hand and follow him deeper into the desert.

"Ahem..." Some sand accidentally got into Lena's nose. After being sucked into her nasal cavity, she couldn't help coughing.

Orson quickly stopped and stood in front of Lena, helping Lena block the wind and sand.

"Are you okay?" With that said, Orson took out a handkerchief and handed it to Lena.

Lena coughed again, and after feeling a little better, she raised her head, looked at Orson, and nodded.

Because the wind and sand got into her eyes, her eyes were a little teary, and Orson looked quite distressed.

He took off his scarf, wrapped it around Lena, covering her mouth and nose, and then continued to move against the wind and sand.

This windy and sandy road must be persevered.

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It is said that in order to test the endurance and piety of the orcs, Limusa arranged a sand barrier outside the temple. Even a powerful orc would have to spend a lot of effort to cross this sand barrier, not to mention that Lena is just an ordinary person. Just a little half-orc girl.

If it weren't for Orson pulling her, she would have lost her way in the wind and sand, waiting for death to come.

I don't know how much time passed, but the wind and sand gradually subsided. Orson took Lena's hand, and the two passed through the trial's wind and sand barrier together. In the distance, they could see a towering and huge building complex. In the center of the building complex stood the , is surprisingly the temple of Limusa, the Lord of Beasts.

At this moment, what caught their eyes was not the palaces, but the scenery in front of them.

Different from the desert outside that is surrounded by wind and sand and the earth is dry and cracked, here the trees are lush and green, the water and grass are abundant, and it looks full of life, just like an oasis in the desert.

"Did you know about such a wonderful place before?" Orson said, subconsciously asking Lena on the side.

"I...I don't know." Lena was also stunned. She had only heard of the scene in front of her in the stories told by Arati.

Orson could probably guess the reason.

This oasis has the best soil in the desert, so it was chosen as the location of the temple of Limusa, the god of orc belief and the lord of all beasts, and a huge complex of buildings was built here.

This place is actually equivalent to a holy land for orcs.

Development in holy lands is generally prohibited, so although the soil and water conditions here are excellent, no orcs are seen growing food.

Faith can sometimes be said to be good or bad.

When there are no major events, very few people come to visit the Limusa Temple, and there are usually no guards in the temple. The two of them approached the temple without any hindrance.

At this moment, a scolding sound came from behind.

"Two orcs! This door is not the place for you to walk through!"

A shaman-like orc appeared behind the two.

Although the temple has no guards, there is a shaman resident here.

Although orcs and orcs believe in the same god, the orcs who claim to be the legitimate heirs of Limusa look down on the orcs at all. At most, they let them in to worship because they believe in the same god, but they want them to go through the main entrance. That's impossible.

If the orcs want to come in and visit, they can only enter through the side door.

"Sorry, great shaman, pious shaman." Orson said this, and got close to the other party in the orc language.

"This must be the temple of our great god, Limusa, the Lord of Beasts, right? As his devout believers, we want to come here to worship. Where should we go?"

Seeing Orson's understanding, the shaman nodded helpfully.

"Although I don't know how you got in, those who can get here must be sincere people. Usually you orcs come in through the side door. Now for the sake of your sincerity, I will let you go in through the main entrance. Come and pay homage!”

"Thank you." Orson quickly bowed to the shaman, and Lena followed suit.

Indeed, the orcs outside are currently killing each other and have no face to face Limusa, and the half-orcs who can come here are naturally not ordinary people.

Before entering the temple, for some reason, Lena came to the door before Orson and opened the door.

The two entered the temple and were stunned by the sight in front of them.

From the outside, the temple was about twenty or thirty meters high. Orson thought there would be many levels inside the temple.

But in fact, there is only one floor inside the temple.

In the huge space, a bronze statue stands in the center.

The bronze statue is of a solemn man with the head of a beast and the body of a human. According to Orson's guess, this man should be Limusa, the Lord of Beasts.

And around the man with the head of an animal and the human body, there are countless animals.

There are wolves, tigers and leopards, pigs, dogs, cattle and sheep, from wild beasts to domestic animals, from birds to swimming fish.

Some of them were crawling at Limusa's feet, some were sitting on Limusa's shoulders, and some were surrounding Limusa.

Orson had only seen such a magnificent scene in the cathedral of Saint Laurent City, the capital of the empire.

The cathedral is dedicated to Hela, the goddess of life, who is said to be related to and celebrated with Lemusa, the lord of beasts.

"Is this the god we believe in? He is so great..." Lena said, walking to the bronze statue, piously placing her hands on her chest, silently reciting something.

Orson wandered around the temple to see if he found anything.

Then, he discovered that in one

On the altar is a yellowed book.

He approached the altar and picked up the book. On the title page of the book, there was a passage written in a completely different language than the common language in mainland China today.

Orson was stunned for a moment.

He had understood this passage before.

It was the lingua franca of the ancient continent, equivalent to the predecessor of the current lingua franca of the continent.