sbdcsierra Chapter 240 Saving Everyone Is Saving Yourself
Chapter 240 Saving Everyone Is Saving Yourself
In the direction of the concentration camp, there are orcs who are cursed and full of diseases. Whenever a cursed person suddenly falls ill, he will be sent here.
That way, the curse won't spread.
The fainted orcs were taken to the concentration camp and imprisoned. The male guards outside were all covered with animal skins, covering their skin and wrapping them tightly, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.
Behind them was a large fence. Inside the fence were many old cages, and the cages held the cursed orcs.
Their exposed skin gradually rotted, the ground of the concentration camp was covered with blood, and the air was filled with stench and a hint of disease.
After locking up those orcs who had just been cursed, many of the orcs imprisoned inside turned around and looked at them.
At this time, the orcs in the concentration camp returned to normal. Seeing the orcs coming, they rushed to the cages and reached out to them.
Those scarred hands were stuck on the cage, and the rotten flesh on their bodies was rubbed off and fell down piece by piece. The flesh on their bodies was rotten, black pus and blood flowed out, and a rotten smell hit the face.
"Please, save us, we don't want to die."
The orcs trapped inside asked for help from the guards outside. Those guards were all relatives of the orcs imprisoned inside.
Seeing everyone being tortured by the curse and disease, their eyes turned red. A male guard choked out a sob and said, "The Young City Lord is already trying to find a way to save us. Please wait a little longer."
At this time, a female leopard inside cried, "I heard that the female the young city lord brought back was not the goddess in the prophecy. The goddess has not yet appeared. Is there really a way to break this curse?"
For hundreds of years, this curse has not been broken. Every year of the beast, a large number of orcs are cursed and die of disease. There is no solution for all these years.
Is there really any way to save them?
The female trembled all over at the thought of this. She grabbed the wooden fence, and a black line appeared on her beautiful face. The black line gradually cracked, and flesh scraps fell down.
She no longer cared about the pain in her body. Her legs gave way and she knelt down. "I have newborn cubs. I can't die. If I die, what will happen to them?"
Then, another orc wailed, "My brothers and sisters all died protecting the Beast City. My fathers and mothers are old, and they are seriously injured fighting against stray beasts. If I die, there will be no one to take care of them.
I don't want to die, you must find a way to save us."
He grabbed the hand of the guard guarding the concentration camp, and a glimmer of hope appeared in his lifeless eyes.
Faced with everyone's cries for help, the guards were stunned where they were. They stared at each other's hands holding theirs, and caught a glimpse of a trace of black energy emerging from the rotten hands.
Fortunately, the animal skins they wore had been boiled with herbal extracts and were protected by medicinal energy. In addition, they covered all their skin, so the black energy would not corrode their skin and enter their bodies.
A male guard couldn't help sobbing. Faced with this situation, he didn't know what to do. They were of low rank and limited ability and couldn't help everyone.
The male tried to calm himself down and said, "The Young City Lord has been searching for a way to rescue us all. Please wait patiently."
At this time, an old beast from the Black Bear tribe was relatively calm. He was over seventy years old and was one of the longest-lived beastmen in the Beast City. He had seen through everything. Over the past few decades, every beast season or beast year, there would be orcs who were cursed for no reason and fell ill, going crazy and biting their own kind in the middle of the night. Their final outcome was to wait for death in silence or be driven out of the Beast City.
Once you leave the Beast City, you won't survive for more than three days.
He had seen the fate of previous groups of cursed orcs. The old beast lowered his eyes, and a smile of indifference towards life and death appeared on his wrinkled face: "If there is no way to break the curse on us, will we be burned to death or driven out of the city like those orcs before us?"
The guard couldn't bear it, but answered truthfully: "Yes."
Everyone knew the answer. For the safety of the entire Beast City, if they couldn't break the curse, they would be abandoned by the entire city lord...
As the answer lingered in the minds of every orc, everyone fell silent. All the orcs in the concentration camp knew what their final outcome would be.
If it weren't for the young city lord who bought time for everyone, they would have been able to live longer. The young city lord led other orcs to find a way to lift the curse, not only to save everyone, but also for themselves.
Because, every beast season and year, a curse will come, and many orcs in the beast city will be cursed and die. Maybe they will survive this time, but next time, there is no guarantee that the disaster will not befall them.
"The young city lord is here."
An orc called out excitedly. Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Jin Cais rushing over here. It was very dark at night, and with his blond hair, he looked out of place under the light.
Without a word, he walked directly towards the orcs who had just been cursed, checking their condition one by one. After a long pause, he said in a deep voice, "Another curse."
The other orcs watched from afar and did not dare to approach. Jin Cais was a five-striped beast and had special abilities. He was so powerful that the power of the curse could not penetrate his body, so he would not be infected when he came into contact with the cursed orcs.
He patiently examined everyone's bodies, separated the newly cursed orcs from the previous batches with an earth wall, and gave them medicine developed by the beast wizard to temporarily suppress the poison and curse in their bodies so that they would not go crazy for the time being.
On the other side, seeing that there were several new male patrols in the concentration camp, the five-year-old Xiaoyou hugged his father and mother in fear. He stared at his parents with his big eyes and said, "Father, Mother, Xiaoyou is scared. Xiaoyou doesn't want you to die.
Xiaoyou wants to stay with his parents. We still have a lot of things to do and don’t want to die like this.”
The spirit in Xiaoyou's eyes gradually disappeared, and he was filled with fear of life and death. His little body straightened up, and he wiped his tears while kissing his beast father and mother.
"Xiaoyou." Looking at the well-behaved and sensible Xiaoyou, his mother hugged him tightly, and the three of them cried bitterly. The other orcs also slapped the wooden fence, asking the guards outside the concentration camp for help.
"Save us."
The cries for help were getting louder and louder. Among these guards, there were beast relatives who were cursed and infected with diseases and were imprisoned inside. Seeing the beast relatives wailing in pain and calling for help, they had already burst into tears. Faced with such a situation, they were weak and had no way to deal with it.
At this time, a guard hugged an old female beast and cried bitterly: "Mother, I'm so sorry. I've been looking for a way to lift the curse, but I have no clue."
"Mom, please hold on a little longer..."
As soon as he started crying, the scene became chaotic. The concentration camp was filled with wailing and desperate cries. Everyone had dull eyes, knowing that their requests for help now were just futile struggles.
If the curse cannot be lifted in time, they will go crazy and hurt their tribesmen, causing more and more orcs to be cursed. At that time, the Beast City will fall, and the city lord will have to drive them away or kill them for the sake of all orcs.
They understood the city lord's actions, he just wanted to save more orcs, but when they really faced it, they would also be afraid and afraid of death.