Lion King's Adopted Son

Heavy rain fell in the gloomy sky, and the muddy road made it difficult for the large troops to move forward, so everyone could only temporarily stop and rest.Fortunately, there are many spacious caves on this peak, which are enough for everyone to shelter from the rain.

Gera and many little orcs were soaked in hair. The orcs lit a fire, and everyone sat beside the fire and warmed up silently.At this time, even the most delicate sub-beast didn't complain about the surrounding environment, and there was a low and depressing atmosphere in the cave.

The cave was extremely quiet, and the sound of raindrops hitting the ground outside the cave was clear.Suddenly, there was a deafening sound, which almost drowned out all the sound of rain.Everyone looked at each other, feeling ominous in their hearts.

An orc with the quickest reaction rushed out first, and after a while, his terrified cry came from the entrance of the cave: "The flood is coming! The flood is coming!!!"

The crowd no longer cared about the pouring rain, they flocked to the entrance of the cave, and rushed out.

They have never seen such a situation before, the rushing water rushed to the front of the hill in the blink of an eye, and surrounded the whole hill, and the waves of higher and higher water easily overflowed the low hill, The huge momentum swept away the strong rocks, and the slightly weaker rocks were directly split from the middle by the water flow!Large pieces of rocks slid down into the flowing water, like a fish fixed on a chopping board, it could only struggle in vain under the butcher's knife, watching its scales being cut off little by little.

The water was rising higher and higher, like an insatiable glutton, eating away at the small hill.But after a short while, the whole hill was plunged into a vast ocean and disappeared without a trace.

If people didn't know that it was the place where they used to live, they might still think that there was a river in the first place.

With a "wow", someone couldn't help crying.

"My home!"

"It's gone, it's gone, it's gone!"

"The wise men and elders are still there! The flood is so big, what can they do!"

"Lord Beast God, open your eyes and take a look! Save us, save your believers!"

One after another, the sound of bitter cries resounded through the entire mountain.

Before, under the protection of the beast god, they had never encountered such a large-scale natural disaster.But now, years of natural disasters* are almost completely crushing them.

"Lord Beast God, Lord Beast God!" Someone shouted in despair, but no one answered.

Even Gera couldn't help but tighten Claire's sleeves—Pascal, he hasn't come back yet.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Pascal...he'll be fine." Claire's voice was dry and lacked confidence. Obviously, she was not very sure about Pascal's safety.She forced herself to calm down and comfort Gera, just instinctively.

Jie La's face was a little pale: "I, I didn't worry about him!" It would be best if the guy who held grudges didn't come back!That way it won't be considered a reserve grain!

But for some reason Gera felt a little sad again at the thought that Pascal might never come back.It didn't have the urge to cry, it just felt stuffy, overwhelmed by some heavy emotion.The fragments of it and Pascal's time together kept reappearing in its mind, making it upset.It wanted to drive these pictures out of its mind, but it had the opposite effect, and more and more complicated memory fragments kept pouring into its mind.

——He is so bad and so cunning, surely he will not die easily in the flood!And he's an elementalist too!

——What about the elementalists?What can a fire elementalist do in the face of the flood?What's more, he can't even use elemental abilities now... No matter what he does, that kind of guy will die as soon as he dies!

However, no matter how many times he persuaded himself in his heart, Gera couldn't deny that if Pascal died in this flood, he would never be happy about it.

Although that man is very narrow-minded, vengeful, has a bad temper, and treats it as a food reserve, he actually treats it really well. Not only did he save it, he gave it food, it was even far better than the average male lion. They care more about their children.

Although Gera once thought that he would escape from Pascal's side when he grew up and get rid of the fate of being used as a food reserve, but he never thought about what would happen if Pascal died.

……

The surrounding orcs and sub-beasts began to enter and leave the cave frequently. They hoped that the flood would recede in the next moment, and they secretly prayed that their houses were still there—even though everyone knew that this possibility was extremely slim.

Gera's gaze also kept moving with the people coming in and out. Every time someone came in, it would raise its small head and look towards the entrance of the cave. When it found that the person who came was not Pascal, it would bury its head again. go down.

Jiela's fur has been dried, but I don't know if it's because of traveling all the way these days, and the food is not good, its originally brilliant golden fur has become a bit dull.

Claire hugged the fluffy little guy to her lap, hugged it tightly, as if she wanted to warm it up, and at the same time draw strength from it: "Okay, don't be so dejected, Everything will be fine, little one."

Other little orcs usually express their anxiety and fear by making loud noises or howling, but Jela's good behavior made her feel distressed.

Even if the heart is very uncomfortable, it doesn't make any noise, it just finds a place to lie down silently, rolls itself into a ball, and doesn't cause trouble to anyone.

"Little Jella, can I have another piece of jerky? It's your favorite warty pork. You didn't eat much at noon today." Claire gently rubbed Jella's soft hair with her chin. : "Look, you have lost weight recently. Master Pascal likes your chubby appearance the most. He will definitely be unhappy seeing you now, thinking that I haven't taken good care of you. So, you have to work hard The meat grows back."

Jela shook her head. Now that they are surrounded by heavy rain, Jela knows how precious food is.

Claire was afraid that it would be hungry, so she took some from her portion and gave it to it every time, but Gera couldn't accept it with peace of mind.

What's more, it really doesn't have any appetite right now, rather than wasting the meat on it, it's better to let Claire keep it for herself.

Claire took out the jerky and put it near Gera's mouth to feed it, but Gera pushed the jerky back: "Clear, eat."

Its throat became a little hoarse due to lack of moisture.

Claire looked at the skinny lion cub and stroked its head, her eyes filled with distress.

She was about to say something more, but she heard a surprised voice from outside: "The wise man and Pascal are back! They're back!"

The orcs and sub-beasts who were warming up or cooking in the cave stood up in surprise, with a feeling of relief.

"The wise man is really safe and sound? Beast God, this is really great!"

At this time, no one paid attention to the situation of the elders, and everyone's attention was focused on the wise man.For them, a wise man is an existence that can guide them, a messenger of God, and a trustworthy presence, far more important than the elders.

A strong male lion walked in with the wise man on his back. His hair was all soaked and he looked very embarrassed. There was even a small area of ​​his body that lost his hair.But no one would laugh at him. The orc tribe recognized him as the foreigner named Pascal. They thanked Pascal for rescuing their wise man, and they no longer rejected his identity as a foreigner in their hearts. Cast a respectful look.

Although the wise man carried by the lion was unharmed, his expression was sluggish because of the long journey.He seemed to be ten years old again, and his cloudy eyes were full of indelible sadness.

Witnessing the destruction of homes, the flooding of friends and those of acquaintance, the grief of the wise man was greater than that of any man present.

At this time, the patriarch came up, supported the wise man with trembling legs, and took his hand: "Wise man, we are all alive now, and this is already the best result. You once told us that our hope In the outside world. Now, please join us in finding hope in the outside world."

After this change, the patriarch, who was still somewhat willful, has grown a lot, and he seems to have become more stable and reliable.

The wise man held his hand in relief and shook his head: "I am old and can no longer lead our tribe. Now, it is your turn to guide the tribe."

"The wise man..."

The wise man raised his hand to stop the patriarch's words, and held his hand tightly: "Tell me, can you do it?"

The patriarch nodded, his clear eyes flickered with firm light in the dark cave: "Yes."

The wise man nodded, moved slowly to the fire, leaned against the mountain wall, and closed his eyes.It can be seen that the time this time has indeed taken a toll on his vitality and exhausted him physically and mentally.

On the other side, the big lion walked slowly towards the little lion and Claire.He walked slowly, with difficulty, but with a steady pace.In front of the little lion, he squatted down, stuck out his tongue, and licked the little lion's face.

—I'm back, Gerald.

Claire wept with joy, she reached out and wiped the corners of her eyes: "You are finally back, my lord."

If the wise man is the core figure in the orc tribe, then Pascal is the backbone of their group.Now, seeing Pascal return safely and soundly, the excitement in Claire's heart is beyond words.

The big lion nodded. He looked very tired and suffered a lot of injuries while avoiding the flood. Some were scratched by sharp stones on the mountain, and some were scratched by branches. Although they were not serious, But densely packed, it looks very shocking.

And the most serious thing is the wound where even the hair has fallen off.

Claire picked up the lion cub, and put it on Pascal's broad back, which was still in a dazed state: "Lick it for your father, little Jella."

Gera: ... what? ! ! !