427 ORC TRIBE 27

Searle had just fallen into the swamp when the whirlpool in the swamp instantly devoured him.

Looking at the blue-eyed youth struggling in the swamp, Lance clenched his hands. Finally, he grabbed the vines and rushed out.

*

Xia Ling sat in the house. For some reason, her eyelids were twitching, and her heart was feeling uneasy.

The sky was getting dark, and the orcs who were out hunting had yet to return.

"Puppet? Did something happen?"

Xia Ling asked in her mind.

The puppet answered, "Yes. The Demon King fell into the swamp to save his own kind of orcs. He met a poisonous tongue, and now he and the clan leader are coming back."

Xia Ling asked, "Is he okay?"

The puppet answered, "He's fine."

Xia Ling was relieved.

When the clan leader and the others came back, they looked at Searle who was in a sorry state.

Other than the beast skin on his body that was covered in mud, Searle was indeed fine except for some superficial wounds.

The orcs who went hunting seemed to be in an unusually low mood.

After taking a look around, Xia Ling felt that something was not right.

The females were all concerned about their own orcs. Xia Ling walked up and looked at Searle.

"Searle, where's Lance?"

All the orcs were here, but what about Lance?

When they went out, he was still with them, but now that all the orcs were back, why was Lance not there?

Searle: "Sister..."

Upon hearing this name, Searle's face turned even paler.

He was in some pain. "Lance fell into the swamp and didn't come up..."

"Didn't come up?" Xia Ling frowned.

He didn't come up in the swamp. Was he dead or was he missing?

Searle said, "I fell into the whirlpool of the swamp. In order to save me, he pushed me up... When we tried to save him again, we couldn't find him."

As he said this, Searle's green eyes were filled with tears of pain.

"Sister, I'm in pain! Why did he save me? Clearly, as long as he survived, he could pursue sister without any obstacles! But, he saved me, sister..."

"Be good"

Xia Ling lifted her hand and hugged Searle.

She held him in her arms and gently patted his back.

"No, Lance will not die."

She comforted him while summoning the puppet in her mind.

She used the projection to check on Lance's condition.

In the swamp, there was mud above, and below the swamp, there was a low-lying current. Lance did not die, but...

His feet were entangled by the vines at the bottom of the water, but he was not far from death.

"Puppet, help me save Lance."

PUPPET: "Host, to change the storyline, you need to pay 100 points. Are you sure?"

There was no free lunch in this world. Usually, things related to Xia Ling and the Devil King did not exceed dozens of points, but now, Xia Ling even had to save the supporting actor in the storyline, so the price she had to pay was naturally much more expensive.

"Save him!" Xia Ling replied.

Even if she treated Lance as a normal friend.

Points were more valuable than the life of a friend.

"Okay!" The puppet agreed.

It deducted points from Xia Ling's points store, and then...

Lance, who was at the bottom of the swamp, was lifted up by an invisible force. The puppet brought him out of the water and found a safe place to put him down.

"Searle, everything will be fine!"

She gently hugged the youth.

Xia Ling whispered again.

*

On the third day that everyone thought Lance had died, Lance, who was in a sorry state, staggered back from outside.