Chapter 1120 The Orc Granny Who Abandoned Her Cubs (17)

   At that time, it went to see the cubs, and later, they threw stones at it, and asked orcs to find it and burn it to death. Terrified, it turned and ran away.

   Maybe the fruit was lost at that time.

  Is that fruit still there?

   Little Silver Tiger's red eyes stared blankly in that direction.

   At this time, it was a long distance from the tribe, and it was dark, so it could not see clearly.

  It, it wants to go back and see if the fruit is there.

   It wants to go back and have a look.

   But it is afraid.

   It seemed to be able to see the sharp fork in front of its eyes, and there was a sharp pain at the tip of its tail.

  In the darkness, the little silver tiger was sitting on the ground, holding its little tail and thinking with its head lowered.

   In the end, it made a decision.

  It put its tail back, got up, took a step, and walked in the direction of the tribe.

   At night, darkness comes.

  Darkness is full of danger, and it can also magnify the fears in people's hearts infinitely.

   There is wind blowing around.

   Little Silver Tiger walked lightly, step by step.

   Its small body was tensed, and the word "Prevention" was written all over it.

  Suddenly, the wind blew, the grass swayed, and there was a sound.

   Little Silver Tiger was startled, stood there, not daring to move, his silver eyes widened, and he glanced around vigilantly.

   After confirming that no one was there, it was the sound of the wind, the little silver tiger breathed a sigh of relief, and raised his chest with his front paws to soothe his beating heart.

   After a while, it started again.

  This time, it went smoothly and came to the place where it first saw the cubs.

   But instead of going out, he hid in the grass and secretly looked in that direction.

  The cold moonlight slanted, and the little silver tiger could see the scene not far away.

The orcs of the    tribe seemed to all return to the cave, no one was outside, it was quiet.

   Its sight fell on that place, and sure enough, it saw a small round thing there.

   Little Silver Tiger's eyes lit up, is it its fruit?

  It must be.

  The little silver tiger was very happy, and turned around several times in the same place, with its tail wagging, like a puppy who was happy.

   It's going to get the fruit back.

   Little Silver Tiger thought so and did the same.

   It looked at the tribe vigilantly again, and after confirming that there were no orcs, it quickly took a step towards the fruit.

   Under the moonlight, the little guy walked happily.

   Finally, it walked to the round thing and looked down.

   Sure enough, it was its lost fruit.

  The little silver tiger was very happy, grabbed the fruit with his front paws, stuffed it into his abdomen, and turned to leave.

  It knew that it had to get out of here quickly and couldn't be found.

  Otherwise you will be burned to death.

   But just as it turned around, a sound suddenly sounded.

   "I knew you didn't leave. You dare to come back and wait to be burned to death."

  Little Silver Tiger looked up and saw a few orcs suddenly rushing out, their figures were enlarged in Little Silver Tiger's pupils and the cubs were enlarged.

   "Burn it, burn it."

   "It is a cursed cub, and burning it will not bring disaster to our tribe."

  “.”

   The next day, in the middle of the pyre, a silver tiger cub was bound, surrounded by orcs.

  Whether it was a female orc, a male orc, or a cub, they were all clamoring to burn the cub to death.

   Last night, the little silver tiger was caught.

   was locked up for one night, and now it is the next day, and he will be burned to death.

  Little Silver Tiger was tied up, his silver pupils were filled with uncontrollable fear, and his little body trembled slightly.

   Its two front paws are still holding the fruit.

   It purred lowly, its voice aggrieved and pitiful, but no orcs paid any attention.

   At this time, the priest of the tribe shouted: "Light the fire and sacrifice to the gods."

  The torch was thrown into the pyre, and the little silver tiger was forced to lie down on the pyre, feeling the heat of the flame.

   "Oooo, oow" Grandma, where are you, the cub is afraid.

   "Oooo, oooo"

   Little Silver Tiger kept weeping in a low voice, but the fire still spread in its direction.

   Just when it was desperate, a familiar female voice suddenly sounded: "Who gave you the burden, dare to burn my cub to death."

   (end of this chapter)