Orc Girl's Tribal Daily Life

Chapter 286

"What did you go to do?" Python asked, referring to the time Jiang Luoluo was away a couple of days ago.

Jiang Luoluo took out her water glass, sipped the warm water inside, glanced at the python, and gave it a smug smile.

"A good thing, a good thing that will surprise you."

Python neither confirmed nor denied this. Most of the things Jiang Luoluo made were novel to him and things he had never seen before, so it was normal for him to be surprised.

"However, we haven't started yet, and we're not sure if it will work... Although I think the success rate is quite high, I'm just worried that it might not achieve the desired effect."

Jiang Luoluo was muttering to herself, not specifically for Mang to hear, but rather something she had been thinking about lately, and she wanted to take this opportunity to say it and vent her emotions.

If it were an experiment like the one before, which she could complete by herself or with at most two helpers, Jiang Luoluo wouldn't feel too much pressure.

But this time, Wu specially selected dozens of her clansmen, giving up their rest time and some of their herb gathering, all because of a few words she said.

If it doesn't work out in the end, Jiang Luoluo will find it hard to forgive herself.

You can imagine how much psychological pressure she was under during this period.

However, she couldn't express this emotion to anyone, so Jiang Luoluo took the opportunity to vent a little by using another emotion.

But such emotions could not be hidden from Python. Python stared at Jiang Luoluo for a while, without saying anything to comfort her. After thinking for a moment, she asked Jiang Luoluo, "Do you know what the children of the tribe were doing at this age before?"

Jiang Luoluo turned her head to look, her interest piqued by those words.

"The training grounds in the tribe are divided into three parts: the inner field, the outer field, and the mixed field." Python looked at the small rocky hill in front of him, thinking of his experience when he was ten years old.

The Frostfire Tribe was so powerful at that time that it occupied a large territory. Even the training ground for the children could be divided into three parts.

The so-called inner field is where the children of pythons who come from the management are trained. They have dedicated instructors and sparring slaves, and there is also a separate private territory in the inner field.

The outer field consists of ordinary children from the tribe. They do not have the conditions to receive individual instruction, and most of them cannot afford to support any sparring slaves. However, they can receive unified training. Apart from some minor differences in treatment, they do not miss out on any of the essential learning.

The situation on Little Stone Hill was similar to that of the training grounds outside back then.

The mixed-use area is where children from other tribes gather.

There were mixed-race children from the Frostfire tribe and other tribes, children from vassal tribes of the Frostfire tribe, and children of slaves.

Every now and then, someone would come over and teach some basic combat knowledge, but otherwise they would ignore everyone else.

As for why those children were willing to come to the training ground to learn and train... it's because the training ground provides food.

As long as you can achieve a score of average or above in the daily matches, you will be able to get enough food to eat.

Therefore, the scene was extremely chaotic, and the children, who were fighting to get food and survive, fought horribly and frantically.

Children of the Frostfire tribe like Python, in terms of status, have no need to participate in such events, but perhaps because of their Frostfire bloodline, they find it difficult to tolerate such stimulation.

So every now and then, they would join in the mixed games to see what results they could achieve.

The children of the Frostfire tribe have a significant advantage in this kind of battle, so once they enter the mixed arena, the tribespeople in charge of the mixed arena will add an extra condition—defeating the children in the inner arena will earn them an extra serving of food.

By forcing these children in the inner circle to become targets of other children, and by putting them under such pressure, these children in the inner circle are stimulated.

Otherwise, other children who know how difficult the children in the inner circle are to deal with will not react by attacking, but by avoiding them, which would defeat the purpose of testing the children in the inner circle.

"Do you go there often?" Jiang Luoluo asked curiously.

Python nodded. "However, there are limits on the number of people and the number of times you can go, and it's not possible to go every time."

To secure a spot in the inner circle, these kids often fought and competed with each other, and occasionally even had to contend with people from the outer circle.

Python always manages to win and snatch the prize, but unfortunately, the mixed-player area doesn't allow the same person to go too many times in a row, especially against opponents with a significant skill gap.

Nobody's a fool; if the opponent is really too strong, nobody's willing to waste their energy challenging them.

In a sense, the "mixed field" is actually just the toys for the children in the inner field.

Jiang Luoluo listened to those things she had never encountered before and felt very curious. She asked Mang with some curiosity, "Did you have any good friends when you were a child?"

I've heard Python mention that he has slaves who spar with him and servants who take care of his daily needs, but I've never heard Python talk about his peers.

Jiang Luoluo looked at Nan in the center. By analogy, Mang's identity should be similar to Nan's. However, Nan, the son of the chief, does not receive treatment that matches his status in the current tribe.

Python, with its noble birth and strong talents, should have been a strong contender for the position of tribe leader at the time, and should have had many "followers" around it.

If you can't even organize your own team, how can you possibly compete for the position of leader?

The python paused for a moment, then chuckled softly, "Yes."

“I have a friend named Teng, who is the son of an orc warrior in the tribe, and he lives next door to my house.”

The python's smile didn't reach its eyes, as if it knew a certain outcome all along, and was as indifferent and detached as an observer.

"Teng doesn't like fighting with people. He likes planting things, collecting seeds that are not found in the tribe, and watching them break through the soil and grow."

Jiang Luoluo looked at the python. Given the python's personality, if a child was equally combative, they would only be subdued by the python and become its subordinate and follower, but would never become its friend.

On the contrary, it is those who dislike fighting and are detached from any competitive relationship who are truly likely to become friends with a python.

"His yard was always full of all sorts of things, including various fruits and many strange plants. He was even taken to see a witch doctor many times because the plants he grew were poisonous."

Jiang Luoluo suddenly understood why the python treated the grasshopper so kindly. It was because he once knew a friend who didn't like fighting but could still live a good life.

Therefore, when dealing with grasshoppers that are similar to its friends, the python is more patient than others and will not force them to do anything they don't like.

Because the python knows that this is the best state for the grasshopper.

“When any fruit ripens, the vine will share it with the neighbors. However, the people living in our area are always busy, and there is usually no one at home, so I receive the most.”

And it was through these repeated encounters that they gradually became familiar with each other and eventually became friends.

There was an undisguised nostalgia in Python's eyes. Even though he deliberately made himself appear more indifferent, when he actually mentioned his friends, those past memories still made his heart tremble.

“His sparring slaves were never changed from the age of ten until he awakened his beast form at the age of fifteen.”

For the children in the tribe, this is a sign of "incompetence," because if they want to become stronger, they need to train harder.

Training slaves are consumables in their training. Although the replacement rate is related to the individual strength of the training slave, if someone hasn't had a training slave replaced until the age of fifteen, doesn't that mean he hasn't made any progress in those five years?

The python seemed to be mocking his friend, but in the end, all it showed was a hint of helplessness and nostalgia.

Python continued speaking, without much logic, more like rambling on about whatever came to mind.

He said that the things grown from vines were always hard to eat. Later he learned that most of those seeds had specific growing environments. In the Frost Tribe, even if they managed to grow, they could not become delicious.

Therefore, Teng would occasionally be sent to the shaman because of "poisoning".

In most cases, it's just an upset stomach.

Python also said that vine can actually fight, but it just doesn't like to fight. Once, a new kid who moved in from the neighborhood didn't know that the ugly, withered-looking weeds in the yard were planted by vine on purpose, so he just pulled them out.

Enraged, Teng went straight to the child and fought him, holding his own and dominating the entire time.

When Teng trained with his sparring slaves, he never slacked off. However, unlike others who treated their slaves casually, Teng never used excessive force on his sparring slaves, which is why he hadn't changed them in the past five years.

Python recalled the events with some surprise.

He originally thought he didn't have much to say, but when he actually started talking, he found that he had a lot to say, all those little details hidden in his memory.

Jiang Luoluo also got to know this boy through the python's mouth. He liked to dig in the soil and plant vegetables, and spent all his time with the soil.

I don't know if I have a talent for growing vegetables, since most of the plants I plant can grow, or if I don't have the talent for growing vegetables, since the things I grow are extremely unpalatable and taste completely different.

They love to share and have the courage to try new things. Even if they get hooked on something many times, they still dare to try it again next time.

"And then? What happened to him?" Jiang Luoluo asked, blinking.

“Then…” Python paused, then said calmly.

"he died."

Python's tone was so flat that Jiang Luoluo hadn't even processed what Python had said before she subconsciously asked the question.

"How will you die..." Jiang Luoluo's pupils widened instantly, her voice catching in her throat.

"They were tricked and trapped in a snare. They didn't receive any reinforcements and fought for four days and three nights before finally collapsing from exhaustion."

The python described the scene calmly, and Jiang Luoluo's heart suddenly ached.

Judging by the python's age, it was probably around twenty-four or twenty-five years old when the tribe crossed the river.

After the tribe crossed the river, there were no other tribes present, so Teng could only have been tricked before the tribe crossed the river, meaning he was under twenty-five years old.

Even younger.

Jiang Luoluo dared not imagine the young Teng, how he must have died, but the python continued to speak.

"The vine's body was cut up, and its head and internal organs were all taken away, leaving only a headless corpse that had been hollowed out."

Jiang Luoluo stood frozen in place for a long time before finally asking in a hoarse voice.

"why?"

"For the power of beastification," the python said.

"Teng died during his beast transformation, and he retained his beast form even after death. His beast form was too large, so they could only dig out the key parts and leave."

"For example, the skull, the heart..."

The python looked at Jiang Luoluo, its eyes filled with a raging sea of ​​fire capable of burning everything.

"They want the bloodline of Frostfire, they want the power of Frostfire."

Jiang Luoluo was lost in thought.

Therefore... the tribe chose to cross the river, because only the great river could sever that bone-deep covetousness.

Therefore... the tribe cannot return, because the tribe's strength is insufficient to resist that malicious spying.