| GB | Dry Mouth | 128 | Ex. 4
The male beast spoke with a slightly hoarse voice, "I... I'm called Ying..."
He hadn't expected Da He to remember him. His heart raced, beating wildly, and his dark face flushed with heat.
The giant orcs were a special orc tribe, always attracting attention wherever they went, but this didn't include Ying.
Ying lived up to his name, with an extremely low presence. Combined with his reserved personality, even his fellow tribesmen sometimes overlooked him.
This wasn't intentional; it was just that Ying seemed to naturally possess a very faint aura that was easily neglected.
But Da He remembered him...
Ying hand gently closed, feeling the rough, much smaller hand in his palm. His heart beat even faster.
"Da He, thank you for bringing me medicine and... cooking for me..."
The incident Ying referred to had happened nearly half a year ago.
At that time, the giant orcs followed Man out daily to hunt, venturing into larger and more dangerous wild areas to stockpile enough food.
During the process, Ying injured both his hands. When he returned to the tribe, his fellow tribesmen told him to go to the medical room for treatment, but he thought he would recover after a few days of rest, so he didn't go.
Da He was a diligent female orc, often working and studying with the priest, especially Da He, who was exceptionally hardworking.
That day, the priest happened to be in the medical room helping an elderly orc with a broken leg set the bone. Da He was assisting and learning. Da He noticed the giant orc passing by and observed his bleeding arms. So, she took some medicine and cloth, found Ying’s place, and bandaged his wounds.
Ying’s arms were injured, making it inconvenient for him to cook. Before leaving, Da He helped him prepare a pot of food.
Since then, the two had occasional interactions.
For example, when Da He was moving heavy objects, Ying would somehow appear beside her, helping to carry the load, and then leave quietly.
Due to her psychological inferiority, Da He didn't think much of it, merely considering it as kindness, especially since the mountain lynx tribe had been rescued by the giant orcs.
Her goodwill towards the giant orcs deepened, believing that these seemingly strong and fierce orcs were actually very kind and benevolent.
To express her gratitude, Da He sent Ying some of the sausages and dried fruits she had made. Their interactions were limited to these, and they rarely spoke when they met.
Da He suddenly stopped and remembered something.
Several times in the morning, when she woke up and opened the door, she found fresh meat placed outside, just enough for her and Xiao He to eat for two or three meals before it spoiled. But soon, more would be delivered...
The tribesmen teased her and Xiao He, saying that some male orc was trying to please them. She thought it was just a gesture of goodwill towards Xiao He...
Da He suddenly tensed up, as if confirming her suspicion. Ying lowered his face to look at her, a glimmer of hope flashing in his silent eyes.
Da He licked her lips.
"Did... did you give me meat before?"
Ying nodded: "That was for you."
Da He's face instantly turned crimson.
"You..."
"I haven't thought about finding a mate yet..."
Ying: "I understand."
That's why he felt so dejected when he saw Da He reject several courting male orcs that day.
But he quickly composed himself. Even if Da He wasn't planning to find a mate, he could still continue to be good to Da He.
They walked very slowly, and by the time they left the forest, night had already fallen.
Ying escorted Da He back to her house and then silently left.
Xiao He, who was cooking inside, peeked out and saw Da He unusually close to a male orc and was secretly smiling.
Priest Bai’s words really worked. Da He had only been out for a short while, yet she was already walking with a giant tribe member.
From that day on, Da He seemed no different from usual, but the orcs in the tribe still noticed a change in her. She was getting closer to a male orc from the giant tribe, and they often saw this male orc named Ying sharing his prey with Da He. If Ying got injured, it was Da He who bandaged and treated him, and she often went over to help cook meals.
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Man rested that day, sleeping until the sun was high in the sky. When he got up, he happened to see Ying escorting the female orc from the mountain lynx tribe named Da He away.
Watching the inseparable pair, he clicked his tongue, scratched his messy hair, casually threw on a linen robe, and went out.
The weather was hot, and Man's mouth was dry. He wanted some wine. If he wanted good wine in the tribe, you had to go to Big Huo’s place.
To be precise, it was the young priest's brewing skills that were excellent.
Man planned to go over and mooch some wine.
As a single orc, his life was quite rough, and there was nothing refined in his house.
The most refined things were probably the stones Ze had given him, placed on the table by his bed. There were no decorations, unlike the young priest, who could make stones look very beautiful. Big Huo strung them together for the young priest to wear.
Man considered himself rough and lacking in aesthetic sense. He had tried to return the stones to Ze, suggesting he string them up and wear them himself, but Ze didn't take them back, just smiled and said the stones were a gift for him.
At that moment, Man walked around his empty house, feeling hot, thirsty, and a bit hungry.
The dried meat hanging on the wooden rack looked unappetizing. It was fine for a quick bite when he was in a hurry, but now he would rather have a hearty, well-cooked meal.
The clay pot in Man's house was rarely used, and he didn't stock much food because he often ate at Ze's place. His private food supplies were simply stored there, or he occasionally mooched a meal at Big Huo's...
Over time, his house became even more empty, serving only as a place for him to sleep and rest.
The sun was blazing, and the asphalt ground in the tribe was scorching hot.
Man knocked on the central courtyard gate, and inside, a little wolf wagged its tail and came to open the door.
"Heh," Man walked under the tree, "Are you guys marking a map?"
Under the dense shade of the trees, Yu Bai and Huo Duo'er were verifying information, gradually filling in the map.
Since their migration south, many orcs from the original tribe still missed their kin who remained in the north.
They wondered if they were still alive and how they were faring...
After some discussion, Huo Duo'er arranged for A’Li and A’Luo, accompanied by two giants and a team of warriors, to head north from the tribe.
If they encountered orcs from the original tribe who were willing to follow, they would bring them back. Besides this, there were other objectives: to gather information on the terrain and landscape to improve the map of the northern and southern continents, and the entire orc world.
Another goal was to trade with the orc tribes along the way, spreading the news about the establishment of a market in the Fantasy tribe. This way, orcs from Fantasy tribe wouldn't have to constantly travel north; instead, orcs from various regions would bring their produce to trade with them.
In the morning, Yu Bai received a pigeon from A’Li, which recorded details about the terrain and landscape along the northern and southern routes. He pulled Huo Duo'er over to slowly update the existing map.
Man stared for a while, then suddenly spoke: "Priest Bai, can I ask for some wine?"
Meeting Huo's gaze, he cleared his throat: "I won't take it for free. In a couple of days, I'll bring you some prey or I can get something else you want!"
Huo Duo'er: "Only I can take care of Bai."
Man: "..."
His teeth ached!
It was already very hot, and he was feeling restless. After saying a few good and bad words, he was finally let off by Big Huo and got a jar of wine from the cellar that the little priest had stored.
Man sniffed the bottle, satisfied, and went to find Ze, planning to drink together.
Ze liked quiet places, so he chose a secluded house near the back mountain.
A tree was planted in front of the door. He pushed the door open but didn't find anyone. A sub-female orc weaving hemp cloth under the tree nearby said that Ze had probably gone to the back mountain.
Hearing this, Man immediately knew where he was.
He quickly and nimbly crossed the mountain path until he reached a cliff where a clear spring emerged. Sure enough, Ze, probably seeking coolness, had come here to bathe.
Ze's hemp robe was neatly folded on a rock. Man put down the clay pot and caught sight of the naked back facing him—broad shoulders, narrow waist, sunlight casting on the muscles of his arms, which were firm and smooth.
Ze's body was agile and slender, not as bulky as his own, but lean and strong.
The more he looked, the drier his mouth became.
He took off his short hemp robe and stepped into the water.
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