Lion King’s Adopted Son

"What a panic!" The wise man who had been standing by, observing the whole situation, severely scolded the three of Karen.

Several old Asian beasts, including wise men, and cubs such as Gela did not participate in the digging of the mountain walls. They are weak and can play little role in such an operation. Once they join, the orcs may be distracted to look after them. The wise man and his four companions understood this, so instead of disturbing the orcs, they stood by and watched the surroundings, while helping the orcs and Asian beasts restrain the cubs who had lost their control. Avoid pups in trouble.

The wise man was very pleased to see his proud student Sang bring a few Asian beasts to help the orcs cut the wall, and use his mental strength to point out to the orcs where the walls are more likely to be destroyed.

Only a few strong Asian beasts, including Sang, were involved in building the wall. Most other Asian beasts still could not suffer this kind of suffering, and did not even use their own mental strength to guide the orcs—after all Their mental strength is too weak, and exhausting it is a very painful thing. But they did not let themselves idle. They walked around the cave, rubbing sweat on the orcs from time to time, handing over some water.

Although the performance of these sub-beasts is not very satisfactory, at least, they are already making changes. In this disaster, they gradually realized that it was not just the orcs' responsibility to let the tribe survive. They should also do something-even if it is something trivial.

The crisis of survival has forced many people to grow, and many Asian beasts are no longer as heartless and heartless as before. Their pride has not completely disappeared, but their mentality and self-awareness are changing for the better.

Compared with these young Asian beasts who are busy in the cave, the three of Karen who do nothing seem a little different. Everyone has their own task, except that they are excluded, but they have no consciousness. When there is something blowing, they yell beside them, and even the cubs are quieter than them.

The wise man glared at Karen severely: "If you can't help everyone, at least take care of your mouth, don't make a mess!"

"But wise man, the flood ..."

"No, but. Do you think you are shouting here, the flood will not come over? With this effort, you might as well think about how to let everyone escape as soon as possible!"

Jella was lying at the entrance of the cave, anxiously anxiously: "The internal topography of this cave is constantly lowering, and so is the passage to the outside. If the flood really comes in, even if we dig through the tunnel, it will be submerged. "

The wise man's attitude towards Gera is completely different from that of Karen. He said with approval: "Yes, my child, I didn't expect that you thought of this layer, it is really amazing." He walked to the entrance of the cave, regardless of the outside. Heavy rain, brought a large stone in, put it in the mouth of the cave, it seems that it is going to block the cave with stones.

Seeing this, Jella also learned everything. I didn't know where I moved a stone about the size of her body, and I moved it hard. I almost smashed my feet in the process of putting the stone down.

"The little guy is really good. Even if you work so hard, we old men can't fall behind you," said the four old men standing with the wise.

Among them, two are elders and two, although they don't have any positions on their bodies, are also former elders. They are the most prominent figures in the orc tribe. At these years, they don't care much about affairs, but no one dares to be small. they.

The four old men also stood out looking for large stones.

The cubs saw that Jella helped move the stones and received praise from the old people. They also wanted to follow suit, but were stopped before they stepped out of the cave. The old people did not exclude the pups to help, but they were not allowed to step out of the cave, only allowed them to pick stones in the cave. After all, the stones in the cave are limited and the size is not particularly large, but the victory lies in safety.

I don't know how many times the five old orcs outside have gone back and forth, their bodies are covered with rain and mud, and even their arms are trembling because they carry large stones for a long time. At this point, the cave entrance was half filled.

Jella said anxiously: "Wise men, elders, come to the fire and continue."

The bodies of the old Asian beasts were already weak, and if they continued like this, the five old people would not be able to bear it and would be the first to collapse. Moreover, the five old people are now outside, and when the hole is completely blocked by stones, they will not be able to enter.

The wise man's complexion had begun to turn blue, and his lips had already lost his blood. He did not accept Jella's suggestion, shook his head, and said hoarsely: "There is no more time."

Yeah, there is no time left.

Jella looked at the sole of the wise man's feet, but because the hole was blocked by stones, it was not found just now. It turned out that the flood had already been able to climb this cliff! Even, it has been able to hear the roar of the flood ...

None of the wise men and the elders spoke any more, but only accelerated the speed of carrying the stones. The current height is no longer accessible to these little cubs, Jella. They can hardly help, they can only stand in the cave, watching the stone walls being raised high by little.

Soon, the stone wall reached the old people's chest. After a while, the place below their neck was blocked behind the stone wall, and they could only see their skulls. Although their faces were full of fatigue and their faces were even frozen to purple, their eyes burst into amazing light.

Jella choked. At this moment, it realized that, perhaps, these old people did not plan to come in again from the time they went out in search of boulder.

The five of them lined up like a wall, blocked between the turbulent water and the stone wall. The flow of water was fierce, and the huge current slaps on them, making Jella wonder if their old and weak flesh and blood body would be photographed fragmented the next moment.

However, they did not fall. Facing the huge thrust of the current, they still stood steadily in front of the stone wall, like an indestructible city wall, firmly guarding them in front of everyone, and like five brave warriors, knowing that there would be no way forward. But not afraid of life and death.

With the cooperation of Pascal and others, everyone can already see the passage leading to the mountain.

Sang Zheng wanted to share this joy with his teacher, but was shocked to find that his teacher was standing outside the stone wall with the remaining four respected old men.

The stone walls were not completely completed, but they had to face the flood.

"Teacher!" After meeting the eyes of a wise man, Sang already understood what his teacher wanted to do. He excitedly wanted to climb out of the stone wall: "Teacher, come in, what you want to do, let me do it! Come in quickly!"

"Stupid child!" The wise man gave him a whisper, but there was no blame in his eyes: "Call Pascal and Pomelo for me."

Sang stumbled back to the deepest part of the cave, and after a while Pascal and the patriarch came out.

The majesty that the patriarch usually piled on his face has completely collapsed at this moment. He almost rushed to the patriarch and the elders: "Wise men, elders, come in quickly! Such things should be done by us! You cannot be here ... ... the tribe still needs you! "

The wise man shook his head and said gently: "We have lived long enough, why bother you to sacrifice needlessly in order to protect us old men! The future of the tribe requires you, the younger generation, not us. We The time is long gone. Now, it is you who are responsible for the future of the tribe. You, Pomelo, after you take the tribe out, you must fully believe our allies, find a place, and develop our tribe ... Do not come back . "

"Wise man, why ..."

"This is just my entreaty, not an order. You have grown up, Yuzu, has your own judgment, and is no longer a child who needs my hands to teach. I can no longer tell you what to do. However, no matter what Where, I hope, you will not perish the spirit that our ancestors passed on to us. "

The wise man's voice is very light. In the great sound of the flood, the patriarch must be intent to hear his words. But these words were like pieces of iron riding on him, heavy on his chest.

——Wise man, what is tribal spirit?

-Pomelo, have you seen ants?

-I've seen them, they are all weak, and I can step on them with one foot.

——Yes, they are weak and can be easily killed, but their race is still very strong today. Do you know why?

--the reason? do not know.

——So, look at those ants and tell me more.

——It's weird. Why do they cross together when they cross the river?

——If you don't do this, all the ants can't cross the river.

-But the ants outside will surely die, why are they willing to stay outside?

——Because they can use their lives for the new life of the tribe.

--Still do not understand.

——The ants are very weak, and they can only live well if they are united. Tribal spirit is the most precious wisdom and wealth left to us by our ancestors. Maybe you don't quite understand it now, but Yuzu, one day, you will understand that it is because of this spirit that our tribe can continue forever ...

The shards of memory floated up and down in my mind, remembering the wise man who had seduced himself in his childhood, the patriarch's heart felt a pain. What he couldn't understand at that time, how could he still know nothing about it?

The patriarch endured tears to his eyes and nodded to the wise man: "I understand ... understand ..."

The wise man smiled with relief and turned his eyes to Pascal. His eyes were soft and sincere: "I know that our tribe is lagging behind and has a lot of bad habits. However, our tribe is not born to be despicable. Our tribe also belongs to Our own steadfastness, we will never forget the spirit that our ancestors passed on to us-no matter when and where we will be loyal to our companions. Don't be sad for us, this is our choice. For you-we Companion, our ally, I have only one request. "

"Please take our tribe and go out!"

Pascal nodded. "I will. This is what I promised you."

"Come on, children. Don't waste the time we've earned for you."

At this time, the passageway was finally dug out, and the width was not large enough to allow only one person to pass at a time. The orcs picked up the cubs, performed the most solemn rituals towards the wise and the elders, and then entered the passage one by one.

The five old men watched them leave, then closed their eyes, silently bearing the invasion of the flood that had not passed their chests.

The water was so cold and bitter, but they didn't feel it anymore.

They twisted their heads arduously, and looked at the vast lake and lake behind them. The small mountain stream was now completely invisible, but they just knew that it was there.

There, they watched their hometown for a lifetime. They are about to go home.