Lion King’s Adopted Son

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

The hair on and around Jella and many little orcs was soaked, the orcs raised the fire, and everyone sat silently by the fire. At this time, even the most delicate Asian beast did not complain about the surrounding environment, and the cave was permeated with a deep and depressed atmosphere.

The silence in the cave was clear, and the sound of raindrops knocking on the ground outside the cave was clear. Suddenly, a deafening sound came, which drowned almost all the rain. Everyone glanced at each other, and there was an ominous feeling in their hearts.

One of the fastest-reacting orcs rushed out first, and shortly afterwards, a scared shout came from the mouth of the cave: "The flood is here! The flood is here!"

The crowd could no longer care about the pouring rain, swarming to the entrance of the cave, and hurrahed out.

They have never seen such a situation. The rushing water flow rushed to the hill in a blink of an eye and surrounded the whole hill. The wave of water over the wave easily passed over the low hill. The huge impulse rolled away the solid rocks, and the slightly fragile rocks were cut off directly by the water! Large tracts of rock fell into the running water, just like a fish fixed on a cutting board. They could only struggle in vain under a butcher knife, watching their scales be cut off a little.

The water potential rose, the higher, the cricket like a never lame cricket, cannibalizing the small mountain. However, for a moment, the whole hill was plunged into the ocean and disappeared.

If everyone didn't know that it was the place where they used to live, I'm afraid they thought it was a river.

"Wow", someone could not help crying.

"My home!"

"No, no, nothing!"

"The wise men and elders are still there! How can they deal with such a big flood!"

"Master Beast God, open your eyes and see! Save us, save your believers!"

The wailing wailing sounded throughout the mountain.

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

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

Even Jella couldn't help but tighten Claire's sleeve-Pascal, he hadn't returned yet.

"Don't worry, Lord Pascal ... he'll be fine." Kryle's voice was dry, and her confidence was not enough. Obviously, she was not sure about Pascal's safety. She forced herself to calm down and comfort Jella, just out of instinct.

Jella's face was a little pale: "I, I didn't worry about him!" The revenge guy, it's best not to come back! This way it will not be used as a reserve grain!

Somehow, Jella felt a little sad again at the thought that Pascal might not be able to return. It didn't want to cry, it just felt stuffy and was out of breath with some heavy emotion. Fragments from which he and Pascal had been together constantly surfaced in his mind, disturbing him. It wanted to drive these pictures out of its mind, but it did not expect it to have a reaction, and more and more complicated memory fragments kept pouring into its mind.

——He is so bad, so cunning, he certainly won't die easily in the flood! And he is still the elemental one!

-What about the elemental one? What can a Fire Elementalist do in the face of the Wang Yang flood? What's more, he can't even use elemental power now ... Regardless of his life or death, that kind of guy will die!

However, no matter how many times he persuaded himself, Jella could not deny that if Pascal died in this flood, it would never be happy for it.

Although the man was very careful, very revengeful, and had a bad temper, and used it as a reserve grain, he was really good to it. He not only saved it, gave him food, or even gave it far more than the average male lion Their children are more caring.

Although Jella had thought about escaping Pascal's side and getting rid of her fate as a reserve grain when she grew up, she never thought about what would happen if Pascal died.

...

The orcs and Asian beasts around began to go in and out of the cave frequently, hoping that the flood would recede the next moment, secretly praying that their house was still there, although everyone knew that the possibility was remote.

Gela's eyes also moved continuously as everyone came in and out. Every time someone came in, it would raise its small head and look at the opening. When it was found that the person was not Pascal, he would bury his head again. Go on.

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

Claire hugged the fluffy little kid to his lap and hugged it tightly, as if to use it to warm it, and also draw strength from it: "Well, don't be so downcast, Little guy, everything will be fine. "

Other little orcs usually use big noises or wailing to release their unease and fear these days, but Jella's child is so good that she feels distressed.

Even if it was uncomfortable in the heart, it was not noisy, it just quietly found a place to lie down and group itself into a ball without causing any trouble for anyone.

"Little Jella, would you like another piece of jerky? It's your favorite wart pork. You haven't eaten much at noon today." Claire gently rubbed Jella's soft hair with her jaw "Look, you've lost weight recently. Master Pascal likes your fleshy look the most. He must be unhappy when you see him now, and think I haven't taken care of you. So you have to work hard The meat is back. "

Jella shook her head, and now that they are besieged by heavy rain, how valuable food is, Jella knows.

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

What's more, it really has no appetite now. Instead of wasting this meat on it, it's better to let Claire keep it.

Claire took out the jerky and put it under Jella's mouth to feed, but Jella pushed the jerky back: "Clier, eat."

Due to the lack of moisture, his throat became somewhat hoarse.

Claire looked at the lion that was thin and touched his head, his eyes full of distress.

She just wanted to say something, but heard a surprise sound from outside: "The wise and Pascal are back! They are back!"

The orcs and Asian beasts cooking or cooking in the cave stood up in surprise, with a feeling of relief.

"A wise man is really safe and sound? The beast **** is on, this is great!"

At this time, no one paid attention to the situation of the elders, and everyone's attention was focused on the wise men. For them, the wise are the existence that can guide them, the messenger of God, and the trusted news, far more important than the elders.

A sturdy lion walked in carrying the wise man on his back, his hair was soaked, he looked very embarrassed, and he even had a small spot on his body. But no one would laugh at him. The people of the orc tribe recognized him as the foreigner named Pascal. They thanked Pascal for rescuing their wise men, and no longer rejected him as a foreigner in his heart. Pay respectful eyes.

Although the wise man struck on his back by the male lion was unscathed, he looked slumped after a long period of running. He seemed to be a dozen years old again, and his muddy eyes were full of sorrow that could not be thickened.

Seeing with his own eyes the ruined home, friends and those familiar with the flood, the sorrow of the wise man is stronger than any one present.

At this moment, the patriarch stepped forward, holding the wise man with his legs trembling and holding his hand: "wise man, we are still alive now, this is already the best result. You once told us our hope Outside. Now, go out with us to find hope. "

After this change, some wayward patriarchs have grown a lot, and he looks more stable and reliable.

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

"The wise ..."

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, and his clear eyes flashed a 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 did make him very weak and exhausted.

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

—I'm back, Jella.

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

If the wise are the core figures in the orc tribe, then Pascal is the backbone of their group. Now, seeing Pascal returning intact, the excitement in Claire's heart was beyond words.

The big lion nodded, he looked very tired, and suffered a lot of injuries in the process of avoiding the flood. Some were scratched by sharp stones on the mountain, and some were choked by branches, although not serious. But dense, it seemed shocking.

And the most serious thing is the wound that even lost her hair.

Claire hugged the little lion and placed it on Pascal's wide back, still in a confused state: "Lick it for your father, little Jella."

Jella: ... what? !! !! !!