Chapter 884 - 883: Saved
At last, his basket, held in his hands, loosened with each successive swing and finally fell apart after one last swing, like a flower wilting in the snow.
The corner of the Orc’s mouth revealed a bitter smile as he watched the ferocious Forest Wolves surrounding him, his body collapsing to the ground.
His arms and legs were covered in several bloody wounds, from which blood continuously flowed, attracting the Forest Wolves, making them increasingly agitated.
As the Orc’s body weakly collapsed to the ground, a Forest Wolf seized the opportunity to pounce, the Orc unable to muster any strength in his numb and sore arms.
As the Forest Wolf approached, he could even see the sharp fangs in its mouth...
"Ow~ Ow~~" Suddenly, a cry of pain from the Forest Wolves rang out, and the Orc immediately opened his eyes.
His heart suddenly filled with hope; had his tribesmen come to rescue him?
But to his disappointment, there were no tribesmen around, none of the familiar figures he knew.
"Jacob, what are you dazing out for, come in quickly." A familiar voice called out. Although Jacob could hardly believe his ears, he still mustered the last bit of his strength to turn and retreat towards the cave.
It was only then that he noticed a long stick protruding from a slightly elevated part of the cave, tied with a piece of Beast Skin, with flames dancing on it, emitting an unpleasant smell.
The face of the Forest Wolf that had just been close had half of its fur singed off by the Fire Stick, and it retreated to a not too distant spot, whining painfully, obviously severely injured.
The surrounding Orcs were also wary of the red, dangerous object, not daring to come close for a moment.
This gave the Orc time; he crouched down and crawled through the entrance of the cave.
Just as he entered, a stone at the entrance of the cave was pushed by the Orcs inside, blocking the entrance again.
Outside the cave, only a palm-sized piece of Beast Skin was still burning until it extinguished.
Once inside the cave, Jacob realized that the one who had saved him with the Fire Stick was Mu Li, who had just gone out with him to collect snow.
Because the long stick burning with Beast Skin was still lying next to him.
Outside the cave, the Forest Wolves were still occasionally howling and growling, and the sound of their scratching was transmitted from the stones.
But this no longer mattered to the Orcs who had returned to the cave, the stone blocking the cave entrance was specifically chosen by the Tribe, and each Tribe had such a stone.
The claws of the Orcs could not damage it.
"I’ll go call Shaman," Mu Li said grimly as he stood up, looking at Jacob’s continuously bleeding arms and legs.
Jacob’s face was ashen as he grabbed him, the blood flowing more violently from his wounds due to the force used: "Don’t go, the Shaman won’t come."
As Jacob finished speaking, the surrounding Orcs all fell silent, knowing that those living at the outskirts of the cave were overlooked, and indeed, the Shaman wouldn’t care whether they lived or died.
But Mu Li gave Jacob a look and pulled away from his arm, walking deeper into the cave.
Minutes and seconds passed, Jacob’s wounds continuously bled, dying the dirt beneath him red.
He felt his body growing colder and colder, even colder than when he had been gathering snow outside the cave.
In a daze, he heard footsteps approaching, and soon he felt his body warm up and subsequently fell into unconsciousness.