Chapter 78 The Injured Orc
Emily covered her mouth, suppressing the sound of her cough, afraid of attracting the human race.
Today marked the third day since she escaped from that cage. She glanced at the bandaged wound on her arm, which had reopened, staining the bandage with crimson blood.
She felt dizzy, as if she might collapse at any moment, but she couldn't afford to. She had to return to the tribe and lead everyone to the south, where it was said to be warm and free of harsh winters.
This was her parents' dying wish, entrusting her with the responsibility of saving the tribe from starvation and freezing to death.
Emily thought, 'Am I going to die? I refuse to accept it!'
Emily's vision blurred, and she mechanically continued to move forward. She couldn't afford to fall, not after just escaping from that cage. She had no idea what had happened to the tribe.
It was those damned human slave traders who had captured her, leading to her parents' deaths at the hands of the traders.
Emily could no longer shed tears. Three days of tears had drained her. Now, all she had was hatred—for the human race, for the slave traders.
Emily thought, 'Could it be that the human race truly couldn't accept orcs? We are just a bit different in their dietary habits. Why do they treat orcs this way?'
Hatred slowly consumed Emily's heart, a darkness fueled by vengeance. If she could survive, perhaps she would become an orc seeking revenge on the human race.
But there was a glimmer of light flickering in her heart, the faces of her parents, and their last words of encouragement. "Emily, you must return to the tribe alive and take everyone to the south, where there is no winter."
Emily couldn't hold on any longer. She staggered and collapsed, her gaze fixed on the sky, tears welling up and eventually streaming down her face.
Emily shouted, "I have let you down. I can't go back to the tribe!"
Emily thought she wouldn't cry, but she realized that her last bit of hope had turned into despair. Her parents' dying cries were her only support.
Emily muttered, "Who can save me? As long as I can return to the tribe and fulfill my parents' last wishes, I am willing to serve him, even if..."
The sound of hooves made Emily snap back to reality. She thought, 'Is it the slave traders catching up? Is this the end for her?'
"Henry, this is the last piece of wheat in our territory. Beyond that is the wilderness!" A soft voice resonated, letting Emily know that it wasn't the slave traders but a nobleman inspecting the land.
Emily remembered that when she arrived, she seemed to have walked into a wheat field to escape the pursuit of the slave traders, but she didn't expect to end up in the brutal nobleman's territory.
When the slave traders caught Emily, she overheard their conversation. Those cruel nobles were the biggest buyers of slave orcs.
"Well! It seems that today's wheat harvest will be quite promising. The wheat ears are still plump, and everyone can have a good winter." A gentle male voice sounded, evoking a sense of goodwill.
Emily, however, only sneered. Those nobles were good at putting up a facade, but their private lives were rotten to the core.
"Henry, is the hamburger we eat made from this kind of wheat?" A clear voice with a strong sense of curiosity sounded.
Emily thought, 'How is that possible?' Emily wanted to laugh as soon as she heard it. The nobles ate refined wheat, selecting the plump grains from the wheat to grind into flour.
"Yes, it's this kind of wheat. It's just that we use a stone mill, which produces finer flour. Combined with special techniques, the bread made from it tastes better." The gentle male voice spoke again, and Emily curled her lips. She knew the other party was lying, using a trick to deceive the girl.
"Henry, can we plant other crops next year?" Then a cold female voice sounded, and Emily felt a sense of familiarity, as if she had heard it somewhere.
"Yes, next year, we can clean up the irrigation canal and bring in the water, then we can plant rice."
Emily's mouth was full of mockery. Was rice so easy to grow? She had read a book about the human race, which recorded how terrifyingly low the yield of rice was, not even a tenth of that of wheat.
If the noble's territory was all planted with rice, it was feared that many humans would starve to death.
Emily suddenly couldn't help but cough, her pupils contracted, thinking that she was finished, she would definitely be discovered.
"Protect Henry, there's an ambush." Several consecutive cold shouts sounded, making Emily's heart grow even colder.
"Come out, or we'll shoot." A voice full of killing intent resounded.
"Henry, I'll go and take a look!"
The cold female voice sounded, and then Emily felt her vision blur, and a beautiful face appeared before her. Emily thought, 'Ears on top of the head? An orc?'
Emily's eyes widened, and then her tense face relaxed. As long as it was an orc, her exhausted mind was relieved, and she slowly closed her eyes.
"It's an orc!"
"Go and report to Henry!"
These were the last two sentences Emily heard before passing out.
She felt that her life was over. That orc was a lackey raised by the nobles. In the future, she would either spend her life in a cage or be played within a dark room.
Darkness engulfed her eyes, and her consciousness was surrounded by exhaustion.
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