I'm not that kind of orc

I suddenly thought of an idea.

Quirrell shook his head and looked left and right at the wood hesitantly, gestured with his claws for several seconds, finally nodded as if he had made up his mind, and stood up straight.

Then, at the moment when she was about to raise her hand, I shot like lightning, raised the ax and dropped it, only to hear a crisp "click", and the firewood on the stump split in two on the spot.

Not only that, but in time, I added an ax to each of the two halves of the split wood, and split it thoroughly into sticks that are easy to split.

Finally, I retracted the axe, wiped my forehead, let out a long breath, nodded to Quirrell who was already stunned, and said, "If you hesitate, you will lose."

As long as she chops off the wood first, she will have no firewood to chop, and naturally there will be no problem of what she wants to chop.

I'm so fucking witty - I silently give myself a thumbs up.

Quirrell, standing there, stared at the tree stump for a long time, suddenly his face wrinkled, and then he burst into tears with a "wow".

Seeing her reaction, I suddenly felt a "buzz" in my head, realizing that something was wrong with me.

What should I do in this situation?

I, who had never taken care of a child before, was at a loss on the spot.

"Huh?" Tilawa, who was still skinning and cutting the prey at the prey processing rack, was attracted by the movement on our side, hurried over and squatted down to embrace the crying Quilo, and then looked back and forth at us, "Why? Lah, what happened?"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo olk" before throwing himself into Tilawa's arms.

"Laughing?" Tilawa, who was puzzled, cast a questioning look at me.

"Uh..." I drooped my head, scratched my cheeks in embarrassment, and finally had to explain everything to Tilawa in detail.

then……

"Master Brock, you are too..." After listening to what happened, Tilawa cast a complicated look at me.

"I already knew I was wrong." I had no choice but to bow my head and admit my mistake.

As an adult, you should be more stable.

I really want to slap myself who just couldn't control my nonsense.

"I'm sorry, Quirrell, that..." I half knelt down, trying to apologize to Quirrell.

As a result, Quirrell just turned his head and glanced at me, and immediately turned his head back and buried it in Tilawa's arms again, shouting in a low voice: "Don't listen, don't listen, I won't talk to you anymore! If I talk to you, I will only Eat grass!"

Well, this kid actually lost his temper.

"Hey, my sister is cooking barbecue now, don't be angry, okay!" Tilawa patted her head lightly to comfort her.

"Grilled...meat..." Quirrell raised his face again, sniffing and asked, "Is it the one you ate last time?"

She still seems to be thinking about the roasted rabbit we fed her yesterday.

"That's right, today's venison is grilled, it will taste better than yesterday's!" Tilawa smiled and pinched her face.

"Really?" Quirrell's eyes lit up.

"Well, do you want to help sister skewer the meat together?" Tilawa asked with a smile.

"Okay!" Quirrell nodded vigorously.

Facts have proved that the child's temper comes and goes quickly, and at this moment, she has already forgotten what happened just now.

"So good!" Tilawa touched her head again, and then looked at me seriously, "Master Brock, you have to make a good fire, otherwise..."

She narrowed her eyes as she spoke, and gave a meaningful look as if she wanted to remind me.

"Oh..." I had no choice but to answer honestly.

Otherwise, I would have to act like eating firewood to apologize, I understand...

Alien Assassin (1)

Taking Quirrell away from the stronghold to live in the wild is surprisingly interesting.

Camping is a very common thing for orcs who often hunt. Every year during the hunting season, hunters will leave the tribe in families or groups, and go to hunting grounds with more animals for several days or even weeks of long-distance hunting. Hunt big enough prey and return with a full load.

I haven't hunted and camped like this with my companions since I moved to the South from the Wild of the Beast .

Although Quirrell is an elf on the outside, he quickly adapted to this kind of orc life.The fact that the fusion of synthetic beasts makes this little ghost have a completely different temperament and preferences from ordinary elves. He likes to eat meat like us, and he is very active. Sometimes I even feel that he is simply an orc kid in elf skin.

"Master Bullock, I'll take Quirrell's clothes downstream to wash, can you give him a bath here?" In the evening, when I return to the camp after checking the traps, Tilawa will take off his Quirrell, who took off his clothes and only wore a small sash, pushed him in front of me.

"Take a shower... let me come?" I looked down at Qi Luo, who was half-naked, in some surprises, and found that the appearance of this kid seemed to have changed slightly from the time I saw it in the morning, "Could it be that he changed again? Come back."

"Well, I found it when I asked him to change his clothes." Tilawa smiled wryly.

I looked at Quirrell, but Quirrell still had an indifferent look on his face. This brat didn't seem to have any idea that his body was different from ordinary people in this respect.

What's the matter with you, little brother, you've changed back and forth...

However, as Roland said, compared to the fact that this little ghost can switch between human form and animal form, the change of sexual characteristics is just a trivial matter.Appearance is always just the skin, what matters is the essence.

"Okay. Let's go and take a shower." I nodded, took the towel and soap bar from Tilawa, and led Quirrell to the edge of the stream behind the tent. We chose the camp here because It is close to the water source, and it is very convenient to take water for bathing.

Then I handed the towel to Quirrell: "Come on, from now on you have to slowly learn to wash yourself."

"Wash... by yourself, what do you want to do?" Quirrell tilted his head while holding the towel. The first two times he took a bath, I grabbed him to wash and scrub him, and the other time, Tilawa helped him clean. Although she has the appearance of a ten-year-old child, she still doesn't know how to take a bath by herself.

He was not like other children, and in the past he was treated like a domesticated animal.To take care of him is not only to satisfy his food and clothing, but also to let him learn how to live as a "human being" and teach him to take care of himself.

"Will you take a bath... Cough, it's easy! Just follow me."

After much deliberation, this kind of thing is still the easiest to understand by precepts and deeds. I turned around and took out a towel from the tent, then took off the leather armor and only a pocket cloth remained. in the water.

We bathed together in the stream, and Quirrell stood in a shallower place, watching intently, holding a towel to imitate my movements, washing my face when I washed my face, and he wiped my body when I wiped my body.He is good at washing his body, except that he is a little clumsy when washing his half-long hair. After lathering his hair with a bar of soap, he rubbed his eyes for some reason. He rinsed it off and washed his hair.

I couldn't help but think of the picture that I often saw by the tribal river in the past, those old orcs took their sons to take a bath there.Those young orcs didn't know how to wash their hair yet, so the father could only help to do it for them, rubbing his son's foamy hair with his thick fingers used to holding battle axes and tools.And fathers also have benefits when they take a bath. Male orcs tend to grow extremely broad backs and chunks of strong muscles when they grow up. Due to such a physique, many orcs cannot reach their backs with their hands. Everywhere, so those fathers sometimes ask their sons to rub their backs.

"Ah!" Just when I was thinking about it boredly, Quirrell's exclamation suddenly pulled my thoughts back.

"What's wrong? Did it hurt you?" I quickly stopped rubbing his hair.

But Quirrell shook his head vigorously with his eyes wide open, and then suddenly moved closer to me, grabbing the shawl around my waist.

I noticed that he was staring at a bush near the water, with obvious fear on his face.

Did you see something?

"Is there anything there?" I squinted my eyes and observed, but didn't see anything.

"Woo, there, the human face..." Quirrell said in a small, trembling voice.

"What?" I didn't understand, so I bent down to get closer and asked.

"Just now, there appeared a person's... face, white, hair... long, and something red...flowing from the eyes." Quirrell approached my ear and said to me nervously.

Something red is coming out, does that mean blood?

Quirrell's description made me feel a chill down my back for a moment.

The white face, the bloodied eyes... how scary this sounds, no matter how you think about it, it's not something that should appear in this kind of place.

"Are you sure you read it right?" I asked to confirm.

"Hmm..." Quirrell nodded vigorously, the fear on his face undiminished.

Although he himself is a man-made weapon that uses alchemy to fuse the power of synthetic beasts, but in the real spiritual level, he is still just an ordinary brat.

I remembered the scene when he was frightened by a centipede.

Except for the moonlight, the only light source here is a torch I fixed by the stream. It’s okay to see a few meters around, but there’s not enough light to see the other side. Even with my orc’s night vision ability, Only the outlines of vegetation can be vaguely discerned.

Was Quirrell wrong?Or is he just lying to me for fun?

I glanced at Quirrell who was shivering beside me, and almost immediately dismissed such thoughts.It is an objective fact that this kid has merged with a synthetic beast. When we fought against him before, we could see that he has extraordinary night vision ability. According to common sense, he should be able to see clearly at night like Angelica.In addition, he is unlikely to do such a thing as lying to me for fun. Judging from the feeling I got along with him, this kid probably doesn't even have that kind of concept now.

Well, for children, sometimes you have to take it seriously.

Alien Assassin (2)

After taking a shower and changing clothes, I put on the leather armor again, carried the battle ax on my back, and handed Quirrell to Tilawa.

"Master Bullock, are you going to hunt at night?" Tilawa asked when he saw that I was fully armed.

"No, just go out to check." I pushed Quirrell in front of her, "This kid just said that he saw something scary, I think it is necessary to take a look. You just stay in the camp, I will leave the beast soul Watcher."

I'm not sure if going out for a walk will actually catch anything, but Quirrell's self-professedly shivering after seeing that face with bloody eyes, and I'll go out and do some looking, and that should reassure him.

"Okay, I'll stay with him, Master Bullock, please be careful." Tilawa nodded, pulled Quirrell, who was still in fear, to him, and touched the top of his head as if to comfort him.

I nodded, then took the torch, raised my hand to summon the beast soul, and made two wargs, one stayed in the camp, and the other followed me to the stream behind the camp.

Holding a torch, I led the beast spirit across the stream, wading across the stream, and came to the opposite bush where Quirrell claimed to have seen a bloody face.I leaned over and pulled the bushes, moved closer to the torch, and looked inside. There was nothing hidden inside, but many branches were bent.

I immediately became alert. According to my experience, only external force can make the grass and trees bend-the most common is the movement of animals. The traces of these bent branches indicate that there were really creatures lurking in the bushes.

It seems that the kid didn't read wrong...

With a thought in my mind, I ordered the wolf and beast soul following up to search for scents on the ground. The beast soul immediately put its nose close to the ground and began to sniff carefully.Soon it found something, and let out a low growl from its throat. I walked over and squatted down, and lowered the torch a little.

There was a meandering trail about two hands' width across the dirt and overgrown weeds leading up the stream.

This feeling...is it a python?

But a boa constrictor does not have a pale human face with bleeding eyes, and judging from this trace, the body of this boa constrictor may not be thinner than my thigh. I don't think there will be such a thick boa constrictor in the south. Based on the impression of humans, if such a thick snake entangles me, it shouldn't be a problem to strangle my ribs directly.

I raised my vigilance, took off the pitch-black battle ax in my hand, let the beast soul follow the scent, and followed carefully while observing the surrounding situation.

Slowly, I heard the sound of water. There was a waterfall at the upper reaches of the stream. When I was gradually approaching the waterfall, the warg, smelling the smell of the ground, suddenly turned to the edge of the stream, then turned to look at me, and drooped down. There was a "woo" sound from his mouth.

It lost track because the target entered the water here.

I glanced at the waterfall twenty steps away. The water flowed down the four-meter-high rock wall, making the sound of rushing water, and the gauze-like water vapor diffused from the bottom.Although the waterfall is not very high, it flows down the vertical smooth rock wall, and it is unlikely that the thing can swim upstream against the waterfall.This creek is only a few meters wide and not very deep, and the water is clear to the bottom. If that thing moves downstream in the water, it should just meet me who was looking for it along the stream.

So that thing probably just waded and ran to the other side.

I waded back to the other side of the stream again, and the traces on the bank confirmed my guess—snake-like water stains extended from the rocks by the stream to the forest, and the water stains were still not dry. It didn't take long to crawl out.

The beast spirit followed me and sniffed around, but couldn't find any special smell.When the target entered the stream and came out again, the smell on his body was temporarily diluted, making it difficult to continue tracking through the sense of smell.

I could only bend down, stare at the ground intently, and search along the little blurry traces.

The crushed soil and weeds, the crushed dead branches, the unnatural distribution of fallen leaves... I carefully identified the traces on the ground, and found a thick tree.

Um?I can't seem to find the trace here...