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The orcs around him were shocked by his dark eyes that were as deep as an ancient well.

Seeing that he was awake, the middle-aged orc hurriedly squatted down and asked with concern: "Yuan Lang, how do you feel?"

With deep black eyes narrowed slightly, Yuan Lang exhaled softly to suppress the severe pain from his whole body: "It's...okay."

His voice was a little low, as if he was suppressing something.

The middle-aged orc sighed, took out a dry herb from the package at his waist, struggled a little, and finally handed it over: "Yuan Lang, eat this herb,"

Yuan Lang is one of the most powerful among the younger generation of orcs in the tribe, and he is also the leader of the salt exchange.

In order to protect Yanba and fight against the beast this time, he was also the most seriously injured.

Yuan Lang took the herbs, his knuckle fingers were stained with blood, he lightly folded off the top section and stuffed it into his mouth, then handed the rest back.

"Give it to them."

He raised his head and looked around, his eyes changed for a long time, and his thin lips parted slightly: "Where is this?"

The middle-aged orc and the surrounding Snow Tiger tribe looked at the orc sitting on the ground in a daze: "Yuan Lang, what's wrong with you, this is the polar forest, we are going back to the tribe soon."

The face of the middle-aged orc also turned serious, Yuan Lang is...

The eyes of orcs are different, and seeing things in the dark is just a trivial matter. After seeing the surrounding environment clearly and the man with only a circle of animal skin around his waist, Yuan Lang's doubts grew bigger and bigger.

What the hell is this place?

He remembered that he and his two lieutenants were outnumbered and finally jumped off the gorge of the dead.

The Dead Man’s Creek is full of strange rocks, how can there be such a high mountain and dense forest?

"Uh!!!" Suddenly, a severe headache swept over Yuan Lang, and he clenched his hands tightly, as if something was washing over him in his mind.

Accompanied by the pain became clearer.

After a while, the biting pain gradually dissipated, and the land around Yuan Lang was already soaked with sweat.

While the headache dissipated, the surrounding voices gradually appeared in his ears.

"Yuan Lang, what's wrong with you?"

"Uncle, did Yuan Lang hurt his head?"

"Let's not rest anymore, just pick up the injured clansmen and go back to the tribe directly. Many of our clansmen have already died."

Yuan Lang's eyes were closed tightly, his strong chest was heaving violently, and the image that just flooded into his mind gradually became clear, it was another person who did not belong to him...

No, it should be said to be the memory of an orc.

At the last moment of his life, the orc with the same name as himself burned the beast pattern to sacrifice to the beast god. Could this be the reason why he came here?

another world?Strange world.

Yuan Lang opened his eyes and looked at the clansmen around him: "I'm fine now, maybe I hurt my head in the previous battle, but I'm much better now."

The middle-aged orc looked happy: "Yuan Lang, how are you?"

Knowing what he asked, the orc nodded slightly: "I just woke up and thought I went to Lord Beast God."

All the orcs suddenly realized, and some members of the tribe joked: "Then have you seen the beast god?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was severely beaten by the surrounding clansmen, and he ran away.

Seeing that he was really fine, the middle-aged orc breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down on the grass next to him: "You bastard, you are really going to scare uncle to death. If something happens to you, how can I act like that?" Tell me, father and mother."