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date="2020-12-30"

title="Chapter 22 "

weight="115728"

series = ["Lion King’s Adopted Son"]

mode = "manual"

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Heavy rain fell in the gloomy sky, and the muddy road made it difficult for the large forces to move forward, and everyone could only temporarily stop and rest. Fortunately, there are many spacious caves on this peak, enough to protect everyone from the rain.

The hairs of Galia and many little orcs were soaked all over. The orcs raised a fire, and everyone sat by the fire and warmed in silence. At this time, even the most squeamish Asian beast did not complain about the surrounding environment, and there was a low and depressed atmosphere in the cave.

The cave is exceptionally quiet, and the sound of raindrops on the ground outside the cave is clear. Suddenly, a deafening sound came, almost drowning out all the rain. Everyone looked at each other, and there was a sense of ominousness in their hearts.

An orc with the fastest reaction took the lead and rushed out. Not long after, his horrified shout came from the entrance of the cave: "The flood is here! The flood is here!!!"

The crowd no longer cared about the pouring rain that was falling, they swarmed to the entrance of the cave and rushed out.

They had never seen such a situation before. The rushing water rushed to the front of the hill in the blink of an eye and surrounded the whole hill. The wave of water that was higher than the wave easily spread over the low hill. The huge momentum swept away the strong rocks, and the slightly fragile rocks were directly split by the water! Large tracts of rocks fell into the running water, like a fish fixed on a chopping board, and they could only struggle in vain under the butcher knife, watching their scales being cut off little by little.

The water is rising higher and higher, as if an unsatisfied gluttonous glutton, gnawing at that small mountain. But for a while, the entire hill was plunged into a vast ocean and disappeared.

If everyone didn't know that it was the place where they once lived, I'm afraid they would still think that it was originally a river.

With a "wow", someone couldn't help crying.

"My home!"

"No, no, no, no more!"

"The wise men and the elders are still there! What can they do with the flood!"

"Master Beast God, open your eyes and take a look! You save us, save your believers!"

One after another, crying sounded throughout the mountain.

Before, under the protection of the beast gods, they had never encountered such a large-scale natural disaster. But now, years of natural disasters will almost completely destroy them.

"Master Beast God, Master Beast God!" someone shouted in despair, but no one answered.

Even Galia couldn't help but tighten Kliel's sleeves-Pascal, he hadn't returned yet.

"Don't worry, Pascal-sama...he will be fine." Kliel's voice was dry and lacking in confidence. Obviously she was not very sure about Pascal's safety. She forced herself to calm down and comforted Galia, only out of instinct.

Galia's face was a little pale: "I, I didn't worry about him!" The grudge guy, it's best if he can't come back! This way it will not be used as reserve food!

But somehow, when he thought that Pascal might not come back, Galia felt a little sad again. It didn't have the urge to cry a lot, it just felt dull, and was overwhelmed by a heavy emotion. The fragments of it and Pascal once got along with each other constantly resurfaced in its mind, making it upset. It wanted to drive these pictures out of its mind, but it had a counterproductive effect. More and more complicated memory fragments continued to flood into its mind.

——He is so bad and so cunning, surely he will not easily die in the flood! And he is also an elementalist!

——What about the elemental being a fire elementalist, what can he do in front of ocean flood, not to mention that he can't even use elemental abilities now...whatever he does, that kind of guy will die!

However, no matter how many times she persuaded herself in her heart, Galia couldn't deny that if Pascal died in this flood, it would never be happy about it.

Although that person is very careful, has a grudge, and has a bad temper, and he treats it as a food reserve, but he is really good to it. He not only saved it, but also fed it, and even gave it far more than ordinary lions. Their children need more care.

Although Galia once thought about running away from Pascal when she grew up, and getting rid of the fate of being used as a food reserve, she never thought about what would happen if Pascal dies.

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The surrounding orcs and sub-beasts began to enter and exit the cave frequently. They hoped that the flood would recede in the next moment, and secretly prayed that their houses were still there-although everyone knew that this possibility was remote.

Galia's gaze also kept moving as everyone came in and out. Every time someone came in, it would raise its head and look at the hole. When it found that the person was not Pascal, it would bury its head again.

Galia's fur has been roasted, but don't know if it's because of the bad food these days, its original brilliant golden hair has become a little dull.

Kliel hugged the fluffy little guy to his knees and hugged it tightly, as if to warm it up and draw strength from it at the same time: "Well, don’t be so downhearted, little guy. ,everything will be fine."

Other little orcs these days usually use loud noises or howlings to vent their anxiety and fear, but the child Galia is so well-behaved that she feels distressed.

Even if it is very uncomfortable in its heart, it is not noisy or noisy, but silently finds a place to get on the ground, throws itself into a ball, and does not cause any trouble.

"Little Galia, eat another piece of jerky, is it your favorite wart pork? You didn't eat much at noon today." Kliel rubbed Galia's soft hair with his chin, "Look, You have lost weight recently. Master Pascal likes your meaty look the most. He will definitely be upset when he sees you now, and think I haven't taken care of you. So you have to work hard to grow your meat back."

Galia shook his head. Galia knew how precious food was when they were besieged by heavy rain.

Kliel was afraid that he would be hungry, and every time he took some from his share and gave it to him, but Galia couldn't accept it comfortably.

What's more, it really has no appetite right now. Instead of wasting the meat on it, it is better to let Kliel keep it for himself.

Kliel took out the jerky and put it to Galia's mouth to be fed, but Galia pushed the jerky back: "Kliel, eat."

Due to lack of moisture, its throat became a little hoarse.

Kliel looked at the thin lion cub and touched its head, his eyes filled with distress.

She just wanted to say something, but heard a surprise voice from outside: "The Wise and Pascal are back! They are back!"

The orcs and the Asian beasts who were roasting or cooking in the cave stood up in surprise, with a sense of relief.

"The wise man is really safe and sound with the beasts and gods, which is really great!"

At this time, no one paid attention to the situation of the elders anymore, and everyone's attention was focused on the wise men. For them, the wise are the existence that can guide them, the messengers of God, and the trustworthy information, far more important than the elders.

A sturdy lion walked in with a wise man on his back. His hair was soaked, and he looked very embarrassed. There was even a small area on his body that he had lost his hair. But no one would laugh at him. People from the Orc tribe recognized him as the outlander named Pascal. They thanked Pascal for saving their wise man. They no longer rejected him as an alien, but treated him instead. Cast a respectful look.

Although the wise man who was carried on the back by the lion was unscathed, he looked wilted because of the long journey. He seemed to be ten years old again, and his turbid eyes were filled with sadness that was too thick to dissolve.

Seeing the destruction of their homes and the flooding of their friends and acquaintances, the sorrow in the heart of the wise man was stronger than that of anyone present.

At this time, the patriarch walked up, held the wise man with trembling legs, and took his hand: "Wise man, we are all alive now, this is the best result. You once told us our hope Outside. Now, please join us to find hope outside."

After this change, the originally self-willed patriarch has grown a lot, and he seems to be more calm and reliable.

The wise man took his hand in relief and shook his head: "I am old and can no longer lead our tribe to go on. Now, it is your turn to guide the people."

"The Wise Man..."

The wise man raised his hand to stop the patriarch’s words, and shook his hand tightly: "Tell me, can you do it?"

The patriarch nodded, his clear eyes gleaming with firm light in the dark cave: "Yes."

The wise man nodded, moved slowly to the fire, leaned against the mountain wall, and closed his eyes. It can be seen that the time this time has indeed greatly damaged his vitality and exhausted his energy.

On the other side, the big lion slowly walked towards the little lion and Kliel. He walked slowly and hard, but his pace was steady. In front of the little lion, he squatted down, stuck out his tongue, and licked the little lion's face.

——I'm back, Galia.

Kliel wept with joy, and she reached out and wiped the corners of her eyes: "You are finally back, sir."

If the wise man is the core figure in the orc tribe, then Pascal is the backbone of their group. Now, seeing Pascal return safe and sound, the excitement in Kliel's heart is beyond words.

The lion nodded. He looked tired and suffered a lot of injuries while avoiding the flood. Some were scratched by sharp rocks on the mountain, and some were rubbed by branches, although not serious. But it is densely packed, and it looks shocking.

And the most serious thing is the wound where even the hair has fallen off.

Kliel picked up the little lion and placed it on Pascal's wide back, which was still in a daze. "Lick it for your father, little Galia."

Galia: ...what! ! !

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