Chapter 29: A Strange World

His eyes were as dark as an ancient well, and the orcs around him were all shocked.

　　The middle-aged orc saw him wake up, and he squatted down and asked with concern: "Yuan Lang, how do you feel?" Yuan Lang narrowed his deep black eyes, and he exhaled softly to suppress the severe pain from his body: "Not bad."

　　His voice was a little low, as if he was suppressing something.

The middle-aged orc sighed, took out a dry herb from the package on his waist, and there was a trace of struggle on his face, but he finally handed it over: "Yuan Lang, eat this herb."

　　Yuan Lang was one of the strongest orcs of the younger generation of the tribe, and he was also the leader of this salt exchange.

This time, he fought against the beast to protect the salt, and he was also the most seriously injured.

　　Yuan Lang took the herb, his bony fingers were stained with blood, and he gently broke off the top section and stuffed it into his mouth, and then handed the rest back.

　　"Give it to them."

He looked up and looked around. After his eyes changed for a long time, he opened his thin lips and said, "Where is this?"

　　The middle-aged orc and the people of the Snow Tiger Tribe looked at the orc sitting on the ground in a daze: "Yuan Lang, what's wrong with you? This is the polar forest. We are about to return to the tribe." The

　　middle-aged orc's face also became serious.

Yuan Lang was...

　　The eyes of the orcs were different. Seeing things in the dark was just a small matter. After seeing the surrounding environment and the men with only a circle of animal skins around their waists, Yuan Lang's doubts grew. Where on earth is this place?

He remembered that he led two deputy generals to cover the rear, and they were outnumbered and finally jumped into the Dead Man's Gorge.

The Dead Man's Gorge is full of strange rocks. Where can there be such high mountains and dense forests?

　　"Uh!!!" Suddenly, a severe headache swept over Yuan Lang. He clenched his hands tightly, and it seemed that something was washing over him in his mind.

The pain became clearer.

After a while, the biting pain gradually dissipated, and the land around Yuan Lang was already soaked with sweat.

As the headache dissipated, the surrounding voices gradually appeared in his ears.

　　"Yuan Lang, what's wrong with you?"

　　"Uncle, did Yuan Lang hurt his head?"

　　"Let's not rest, carry the injured tribesmen and go back to the tribe directly. We have lost many tribesmen."

Yuan Lang closed his eyes, his strong chest heaving violently, and the picture that just flooded into his mind gradually became clear. It was of another person which did not belong to him...

　　No, it should be said that it was the memory of an orc.

This orc with the same name as himself burned the beast pattern to sacrifice to the beast god at the last moment of his life. Could this be the reason why he came here?

　　Another world? A strange world.

　　Yuan Lang opened his eyes and looked at the tribesmen around him: "I'm fine now. Maybe I got a head injury from the previous battle. I'm much better now."

The middle-aged orc was delighted: "Yuan Lang, are you okay?"

　　Knowing what he was asking, the orc nodded slightly: "I just woke up and thought I went to the Lord Beast God."

The orcs suddenly realized, and one tribesman joked: "Then have you seen the Lord Beast God?"

　　As soon as he finished speaking, he was beaten up by the tribesmen around him, and he hid away with a cry.

　　Seeing that he was really fine, the middle-aged orc was relieved instantly and sat down on the grass next to him: "You kid, you really scared your uncle to death. If anything happens to you, how can I explain to your father and mother?"