"Cough cough cough…"
Weiya covered her mouth and suppressed her coughing, afraid of attracting the humans.
It was the third day since she escaped from the cage. Viya looked at the wound on her arm that was wrapped in a cloth. The wound had opened again, and the red blood soaked the cloth.
She was feeling light-headed, as if she would collapse in the next second. However, she could not collapse yet. She had to rush back to the tribe and bring everyone to the south. She heard that it was very warm there and there was no snow in winter.
This was what her parents had asked her to do before they died. They wanted her to take on the responsibility of the tribe. She had to rush back to the Imprisoned Mountains and take everyone away before winter arrived. Otherwise, everyone would starve to death and freeze to death.
"Cough cough cough…Am I going to die?”
"I'm so unwilling!"
Viya's vision was a little blurry. She moved like a robot. She could not fall yet. She had just escaped from the cage, and she did not know how the tribe was doing.
Those damned human slave traders! They were the ones who captured me, and my parents died in the hands of the slave traders because they saved me.
Viya no longer cried. She had shed too many tears in the past three days. Now, she only had hatred. She hated the human race and the slave traders.
Could it be that the humans really couldn't tolerate the Beastmen? We just ate a little more. Why? How could they treat us Beastmen like this?
The darkness slowly invaded her heart. It was the darkness of hatred. If she could survive, she might become an orc who took revenge on the humans.
However, there was a glimmer of white light in her heart. It was also this bit of white light that prevented her from being drowned in hatred and turning her black. It was the faces of her parents and their exhortation," Viya, you must return to the tribe alive and bring everyone to the south. There is no winter there."”
"Bang!"
Viya could not hold on any longer. She staggered and fell. Her vision was blurry as she looked at the sky. Droplets of mist accumulated and eventually turned into tears.
"Father, mother, I, I'm going to disappoint you. I can't go back to the tribe!!!”
Viya thought that she would not cry anymore, but she did not expect that the last thought in her heart would turn into despair. Her parents 'cries before they died were the pillar of support in her heart.
"Who can save me? As long as I can return to the tribe and fulfill my parents 'last words, I'm willing to serve him as my master, even if…"
"Ta Ta Ta…"
The sound of horse hooves rang out, and it made Viya's dazed heart forcefully raise its spirits. Was the slave trader catching up? This is the end of me, Viya, right?
"Young Master, this is the last piece of wheat in our territory.”
A gentle female voice rang out, letting her know that the other party was not a slave trader, but a noble who had come to inspect the territory.
When she first came here, she seemed to have walked into the wheat field to avoid the slave traders. She did not expect to come to the brutal noble territory.
When Viya was captured by the slave traders, she had overheard their conversation. The biggest buyers of slave orcs were the brutal nobles.
"Yes! It seemed that today's wheat harvest would be more optimistic. The ears of wheat were still relatively full, and everyone could have a good winter.”
A gentle male voice rang out, making people feel good about him.
However, Viya did not have such a feeling. She only sneered. Those nobles were the best at putting on appearances. Their private lives were so rotten.
"Young Master, are the meat buns we eat in the castle also made from this kind of wheat flour?”A crisp voice sounded, filled with confusion.
How was this possible? When she heard that, she wanted to laugh. The nobles ate fine wheat, which was the plump grains that were picked out from the wheat and ground into powder.
"Yes, it's this kind of wheat. It's just that we use a stone mill, so the flour we grind out is finer. With a special process, the bread made will be more delicious.”
The gentle male voice rang out again, and Weiya pursed her lips. She knew immediately that the other party was lying. It was a trick to deceive the girl.
"Young Master, can we plant polished rice next year?”
Then, a cold female voice sounded. Why did she feel that the voice was familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before?
"Sure. Next year, we'll tidy up the canals and guide the water in. Then we can plant rice.”
The corners of Weiya's mouth were filled with mockery. Was it that easy to grow polished rice? She had read a human book before. It was recorded that the yield of polished rice was terrifyingly low, less than one-tenth of that of wheat.
If this noble's territory was planted with fine rice, many humans would probably starve to death.
"Cough cough cough…"
Viya suddenly couldn't help but cough, causing her pupils to shrink. She thought to herself,'It's over. I'll definitely be discovered.'
"Protect the City Lord, there's an ambush.”
A few consecutive cold shouts rang out, making Weiya's heart turn even colder.
"Come out. If you don't come out, draw the bow.”A voice filled with killing intent rang out.
"Young Master, I'll go take a look!"
A cold female voice sounded. Then, Weiya felt her vision darken, and a beautiful face appeared in front of her.
There were ears on the top of his head? Orcs?
Viya's eyes widened, and then her nervous face relaxed. As long as it was an orc, it was fine. The intense fatigue hit her relaxed mind and made her slowly close her eyes.
"It's an orc!"
"Hurry up and report to the City Lord!"
Those were the last words that Viya heard before she fainted. She felt that her life was over. That orc was a lackey raised by the nobles. She would either spend the rest of her life in a cage or be played in a dark room.
Darkness flooded her eyes, and her consciousness was overwhelmed by exhaustion.
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