Chapter 17 Chapter 16 Orc Bloodthirsty

However, I don't have the experience as a writer at all, which often makes me have more than enough energy, and I leave the clues and plots of this story while talking.After breakfast with Montgomery, he led me across the island to see the fumaroles of the island's volcanoes and the source of the hot springs, whose scalding waters I had stumbled into the day before.We both carried whips and loaded pistols.On the way there, through a dense forest of thick foliage, I heard the squealing of a rabbit.We stopped and listened, but heard nothing more, so we continued on our way.This unexpected event gradually became silent in our minds and was forgotten.Montgomery called my attention to some little pink animals with long hind legs that were hopping and running out of the grass.These guys, he told me, were Morrow's new creations, made from the offspring of orcs.He had imagined that these fellows might become suppliers of meat, but their rabbit-like habit of devouring their offspring prevented him from doing so.I had already met some of these little creatures, once on that moonlit run from the Leopard Man, and once when Moreau was chasing me the day before.Occasionally, one of them, jumping to avoid us, fell into a tree hole left by a tree uprooted by the wind.Before it had time to jump out of the pit, we caught it.It purred like a cat, scratched and kicked hard with its hind legs, and wanted to bite us, but its teeth were too soft, and the feeling of being bitten was not much more painful than pinching.I think it is a rather handsome little creature, which, according to Montgomery, never burrows and mars the lawn, and is so clean in its habits that I even imagine that it will be recognized in the gardens of gentlemen and ladies. Makes a suitable replacement for regular rabbits.

On the way, we also saw that the trunk of a tree was stripped long and stripless, and it was deeply split. Montgomery called my attention to the situation. "Don't scratch the bark, that's the law," he said. "There are more than a few of these orcs, who cares about this!" I recalled. It was after this that we met the ape-man and the satyr--the ape-goat-like grotesque Seth.This satyr-like Satyr seemed to Morerow a shining, classic monument to his creation, with a sheeplike face—like that vulgar Heber The appearance of the visitor——his voice, bleating as rough and harsh as a sheep's call, and his bottom is like the devil Satan.He was nibbling on the husk of a podded berry as he walked past us.Both of them saluted Montgomery.

"Good day," they said, "it is to punish others with a whip!" "Now there's a third man with a whip," said Montgomery. "So you better be careful!" "Isn't he made?" said the Ape-Man. "He said—he said he was made." The ape-man looked at me curiously. "The third man with the whip, he was the one who went into the sea with tears, and his face was thin and white." "He also had a long thin whip," said Montgomery. "Yesterday he was crying with grief," said the Ape-Man. "You never grieve nor cry. Our master neither grieves nor weeps."

"You fellow!" said Montgomery. "If you're not careful, you'll be grieving and crying too." "He has five fingers, and he is a five-fingered man like me," said the ape-man. "Come on, Prendick," said Montgomery, taking my arm, and I followed him away. The Satyr and the Satyr stood there staring at us, and chatting other gossip to each other. "He didn't hum," said the Ape-Man. "Everyone can talk." "Yesterday he asked me for something to eat," said the ape-man. "He doesn't know." After that they couldn't hear what they said, and I heard the laughing sound of the ape-goat man.

We came across the dead rabbit on the way back.The bright red body of the poor little animal was torn to pieces, many of the ribs were stripped to the white bones, and the vertebrae had undoubtedly been bitten off.Montgomery stopped at this. "My God!" he said, bending down to pick up a few vertebrae and examine them more closely. "My God!" he exclaimed again, "what can this mean? "Some of your carnivores are remembering their old ways," I said, after a pause. "This vertebra is completely eaten away." He stood there, staring blankly, his face pale and his lips drawn down.

"I don't like this," he said slowly. "I've seen something like this before," I said, "on my first day on the island." "What did you do! What's the matter?" "A rabbit's head has been wrung out." "Was it the day you came to the island?" "That was the day. When I went out at night, in the bushes behind the paddock, the whole head was screwed off." He whistled lowly. "Also, I can almost guess which of your orcs did it. You know, it's just a suspicion. Before I met the dead rabbit, I saw one of your fellows drinking in the creek."

"Did you bend over in the water and drink water?" "right." "Don't sip water, that's the law. When Moreau isn't around, these orcs don't care what the law is, ah!" "Then, it was this orc who chased me that day." "Of course," said Montgomery, "that's just how carnivores drink the blood of their prey after they've killed it. That's the taste of bloodlust, you know. "What was that guy like?" he asked. "Do you still recognize him?" He stood astride the heap of dead and bitten rabbit bones, looking around, eyes among the shadows and curtains of greenery that surrounded us within, in the hideouts and ambushes of the woods. Glance in the middle.

"The smell of bloodlust," he repeated. He drew the pistol, checked the cartridges in it, and put it back in its place.Then he began to pull his drooping lips again. "I think I can recognize the guy again. I knocked him out. There must have been a pretty big bruise on his forehead." "But we have to prove that he killed the rabbit," said Montgomery. "I wish I hadn't brought these beasts here." I wanted to continue on the road for a long time, but he stayed there, dazedly staring at the torn rabbit bones.In this way, I walked a long way, and the rabbit's remnant bones were covered and I couldn't see it.

"Wow!" I said. He woke up like a dream and came to me. "You see," he said almost in a whisper, "it is said that they have a fixed mind that they are not allowed to swallow anything that can run on the ground. But if some orcs accidentally taste blood smell--" We walked on in silence for a while. "I wonder what happened," he said to himself.After a short pause, he said again: "I did a stupid thing that day. That servant of mine, I showed him how to skin and cook a rabbit. It was strange, I saw him lick his hand, and it never occurred to me."

After a while, he added: "We must prevent this from happening again. I must tell Moreau." On the way home, he was so preoccupied with this matter that he couldn't think of anything else. Morrow took the matter more seriously than Montgomery.Needless to say, their apparent panic was transmitted to me as well. "We have to set an example for others," Moreau said. "Yes, I'm certain the perpetrators of the crime must be the Leopards. But how do we prove that? I hope, Montgomery, that you've begun to curb your appetite for meat, and that you'll be able to do so without these disturbing curiosities." We can get by without the smell. We could be in a mess because of it."

"I'm such a fool," Montgomery said.But that's the way it is.And you know, you said, I could feed these rabbits. " "We have to watch out for that guy right away," Morrow said. "I thought, if something happens, Mling can take care of himself?" "I can't trust Mling that much yet," Montgomery said. "I think I should get to know him better." In the afternoon, Moreau, Montgomery, Murling and I walked across the island to the hut cave in the valley.All three of us carried weapons with us.Mling had the small ax he used to chop wood, and some coils of wire.Moreau also had a large cattle horn slung over his shoulder. "You're going to see a big gathering of all the orcs," Montgomery said. "It's a magnificent spectacle." On the way, Moreau said nothing, but his gloomy and pale face had a hideous expression. We crossed the ravine and saw a steaming stream of hot water flowing down the mountain stream.Following the winding path and passing through dense vines and bamboo forests, we came to a large empty field covered with a thick layer of powdery yellow substance. I think that yellow powder is probably sulfur.From above the overgrown prominence of the coast, the luminous sea can be seen.We came to a depression, like a natural amphitheater in ancient Rome, The four of us stopped here.Moreau then blew the horn, and the sound of the horn broke the sleepy silence of the tropical afternoon.Moreau's lung capacity must have been great.The bluffing of the horn grew louder and louder, until at last, among its echoes, it rose to a deafening high-pitched note. "Ah!" Moro breathed a sigh of relief, and let the curved horn come back to him. Immediately, through the yellow clumps of vines and bamboos, there was a clattering sound, and from the dense green thicket that marked the difficult journey through which I had run the day before, there was a clamor.Then, on the three or four corners of the brimstone field, there were strange figures of orcs running towards us.The sight of the first, and then another orc trotting out of the woods or out of the reeds, and coming shambling like smoke through the hot dust, gave me the creeps and horror.But Morrow and Montgomery stood there calmly enough, and I forced myself to stand beside them. The first one to run was the ape-goat man who looked like the god of the forest, Sedai, so strange that he seemed to be unreal. Even so, he really stood there, casting a shadow on the ground, and stomping his feet. Shake off the dust. After him came running from the jungle a huge and misshapen monster, an orc made of horse and rhinoceros, chewing grass as he ran. Then came the pig girl and two other wolf girls.Behind her is the fox bear old beast girl, with a pair of red eyes showing on her thin red face. Then came some other orcs--all in a hurry, in a hurry. As they came forward, they all recoiled from the face of Moreau, and without questioning each other, they all chanted the last fragment of the legal litany: "The wounded hand, It is his, and the healing hand is his," and so on. No sooner had they come within about thirty yards of us than they all stopped and knelt down and bowed and bowed to the ground in salute, and a cloud of white smoke began to rise above their heads. . As much as you can, imagine the scene.The three of us in blue and our ugly, black-faced squire stood in a sunlit expanse of yellow smoke under a bright blue sky, bowed and bowed in a circle around us, doing deformed monsters in various postures, some almost human-like cripples and paralyzed save for their delicate expressions and movements, and others so monstrously deformed that they resembled nothing at all. , almost like animals from other worlds in our wildest dreams.On the other side, the rows of reeds in a vine and reed forest, and the tangled palm trees on the other side, separated us from the deep valleys to the huts and caves, and the smoky Pacific Ocean to the north. The vast sea. "Sixty-two, sixty-three," Moreau counted. "Four to go." "I don't see Leopard Man," I said. Moreau immediately blew the horn loudly.At the sound of the horn, all the orcs twisted and crawled in the dust. After a while, the leopard man sneaked out of the vines and reeds, bent over and lowered his head almost to the ground, trying to blend into the dusty circle behind Moreau.I saw a real scar on his forehead. The last of the orcs to arrive was the little ape-man.The orcs who arrived earlier, because they had been lying on the ground, hot and tired, all shot him malicious glances. "Hold on," said Moreau firmly and loudly.The orcs all sat up on their hind legs, respite from their worship. "Where is the man who prays the law?" said Moreau, seeing the hairy grey-haired grotesque bowed in the dust. "Recite the Creed," Moreau said.Immediately, all the orcs in the kneeling assembly, shaking from side to side, kicked up the sulfurous dust with their hands, first raised their right hand, then a puff of dust, then their left hand, and began to sing their strange song again and again. litanies come. When they sang "Don't eat meat or fish, it's the law," Moreau raised his long, limp white hand. "Stop!" he yelled.All the orcs fell silent at once. I think they all knew and were all terrified of what was about to happen.I looked around and saw their strange faces.When I saw in their bright eyes the look of cowering and furtive terror in them, I was amazed that I had always believed them to be men. "This law was violated," Morrow said. "No one escapes," came the words from the faceless silver-haired eccentric. "No one escapes," repeated the kneeling circle of orcs. "Who is he?" Moreau roared, cracking his whip as he examined the faces of the orcs. I think the orc made of hyenas and pigs—the hyena pig man looks frightened, and the leopard man is the same.Morrow stopped and faced the guy.The leopard man cowered towards Mo Luo, showing a flattering look. It could be seen that he still had fresh memories of those endless pain and exhaustion, and he was extremely afraid. "Who is he?" Moreau bellowed repeatedly, in a voice as loud as a thunderbolt. "He who breaks the law is a wicked man," intoned the silver-haired eccentric who prayed the law. Moreau peered into the leopard man's eyes and seemed to have scared the guy out of his soul. "Who broke the law—" said Moreau, looking away from his victim to us.I thought there was a little joy in his voice. "—Go back to the House of Pain," cried the Orcs, "go back to the House of Pain, O my lord!" "Go back to the room of pain--go back to the room of pain," the Ape-man babbled quickly, as if the thought were so sweet and pleasant to him. "Did you hear that?" said Moreau, turning back to Leopard Man. "My friend? Aha!" The leopard man avoided Mo Luo's sight, and stood up straight from his original kneeling position, his eyes were burning, and he showed his sinister and ferocious fangs from under his curled lips in a rage. Leaping forward, at the one who caused him torment and pain. I believe that only the madness of unbearable terror could have provoked this attack. The entire circle of sixty or so monsters seemed to stand up around us.I drew my pistol. Leopard and Moreau collided together.I saw that under the attack of the leopard man, Moreau staggered a few steps backward. Shouts and yells sounded all around us.Everyone is running fast.Suddenly I thought, this is a big rebellion. The furious face of the leopard man flashed in front of my face, and Mu Ling was chasing after me. I saw the hyenapig's yellow eyes sparkle with excitement, looking at him like he was half-resolved to attack me. The ape-man was also staring at me through the hyena-pig man's hunched shoulders. I heard the sound of Morrow's pistol firing, the pink flash far away through the tumultuous crowd.The whole crowd seemed to be chaotically turning into a ball along the direction of the shooting flash. As if attracted by the moving magnetic force of this crowd, I was also staggered and turned away.In an instant, I was wrapped in the rioting and shouting crowd and ran, tracking the absconding leopard man. I'm all that I can describe with certainty and clarity.I saw the leopard man beat Moreau, and then everything was spinning around me in a dizzy way, until I ran out too quickly. Mling ran ahead, hot on the heels of the outlaw.Behind them were the wolf girls, and they ran with long strides and leaps, their tongues sticking out, followed by the pigmen, screaming in excitement.Behind them are two bull men wrapped in white cloth.Behind him was Moreau, who was sandwiched among a group of orcs. His wide-brimmed straw hat had been blown off by the wind, and he was holding a pistol in his hand. His long, soft white hair was blowing in the wind.Beside me ran the Hyenapig, running at my pace, watching me furtively with his sly eyes.Some other orcs yelled and yelled and scrambled behind us. The Leopard rushed through the vine forest.When he ran over, the bamboo rattan bounced back and slapped the face of Mling who was chasing after him.When we reached the low jungle, those of us who had fallen behind found that a path had been trodden here.The pursuers made their way through the jungle, knelt for about a quarter of a mile, and then disappeared into a thicker tangled jungle.Although our group rushed through the dense forest together, it still greatly delayed our movement-fern leaves whipped our faces; tangled vines entangled us like ropes our necks, torsos, and legs, or our ankles; and the thorny plants hooked our clothes and our flesh, and the result was that we tore our clothes and cut our flesh. "He ran over on all fours," said Moreau, who was just one step ahead of us at this time, panting heavily. "No one escapes," said the Wolfbear, sneering in my face with the ecstasy of the chase. We rushed out among the jagged rocks again, and saw the leopard man being chased ahead. He was agile and brisk, running on all fours, and turned around and roared at us.Seeing this, the werewolves also howled with joy.The leopard man was still wearing clothes, and his face looked like a human from a distance, but his limbs and gait looked sinister and cunning, and his shoulders were drooping, and his sneaky look clearly showed that he was a forced caught beast.He scrambled through a thorny bush with yellow flowers and hid himself.Molling sprinted halfway through the bushes. At this time, most of us have lost the speed when we started chasing, and gradually zoomed in and stabilized our pace.When we crossed the open space, I found that the chasing crowd was spreading out, changing from a column to a horizontal line. The hyena pigs were still running closely beside me, staring at me while running, teasing me from time to time Mouth network, howling and laughing wildly. At the edge of the Stone Forest, the Leopard Man noticed that he was running towards the protruding headland.It was there, on the night I first came to the island, that he had stalked me.At this time, the leopard man ran even faster in the bushes.But Montgomery had seen through the ruse and moved back to his side. So, regardless of panting, stumbling among the rocks, being ragged by thorns, and being blocked by ferns and reeds, I tried my best to track down the leopard man who broke the law.Hyenapigs ran around me, howling.I staggered forward, dazed, heart beating, and exhausted, but not daring to lose my pursuit, lest I be left alone with this terrible companion.Although I was exhausted to the extreme, I still ran forward staggeringly regardless of the suffocating heat of the tropical afternoon. The frenzied pursuit finally loosened its momentum.We have cornered the poor beast in a corner of the island.Moreau, holding a whip, led us to form an irregular formation and slowly approached.Calling each other in unison as we walked, we gradually narrowed the circle around the wretched beast, who stalked stealthily and soundlessly among the bushes.It was through this brush that I escaped from him on that midnight stalk. "Don't worry!" cried Moreau. "Watch out!" By this time the two ends of the procession had tiptoed around the tangle of bushes and blocked the animal. "Be careful not to let him rush out!" Montgomery's voice came from behind the bushes. I was standing on a slope above the bushes.Montgomery and Morrow, down below, searched along the beach.In the intertwined net of branches and leaves, we slowly moved forward.The hunted prey was silent. "Go back to the pain room, go to the pain room, go to the pain room!" screamed the ape-man, about twenty yards to the right. At this howl I completely forgave the poor beast, for all the horrors he had caused me.I heard on my right side, with the heavy footsteps of the mare rhinoceros, the twigs and leaves were broken, and the thick branches were pushed to the sides.Suddenly, through a polygonal patch of greenery, in the midst of lush, luxuriant shade, I saw the beast we were hunting.I stopped abruptly.He huddled as tightly as he could into a little ball, staring back at me with glowing green eyes over his shoulder. In my heart, there is a very strange and contradictory feeling, and I can't explain it in the face of this emotion.Seeing the brute crouching there like a beast, the glint in his eyes, and his frighteningly deformed, inhuman face, I realized once again that such a Fact: He is still human.In a moment's time the other pursuers would see him, and he would be subdued, captured, and once again subjected to the horrific torture of the paddock.Suddenly, unconsciously, I pulled out my pistol, aimed between the leopard man's terrified eyes, and fired. The moment I shot, the Hyenapig found the Leopard Man. With a loud cry, he threw himself on the Leopard Man impatiently, stretched out his long-awaited sharp teeth and bit into the Leopard Man's neck.When the orcs rushed in afterward, the greenery around me shook and the branches snapped and snapped.One after another the faces of the orcs were revealed. "Don't kill him, Prendick," cried Moreau, "don't kill him!" I saw Moreau stooping, parting the leaves of the fern, and rushing out. In a split second he beat the hyena-pig away with the butt of his whip, and he and Montgomery kept the overexcited carnivorous orcs, especially Mling, away from the still-shaking body of the leopard-man.The grey-haired grotesque came and sniffed at the leopard man's corpse under my arm.The other beasts jostled and jostled me with their characteristic animal zeal.Want to get a closer look. "Prandik, you bloody idiot!" said Moreau. "I still need him." "I'm sorry," I said, but I didn't mean to be sorry. "I was so impulsive at the moment." I just felt sick from exhaustion and overexcitement.I turned and squeezed my way out of the swarm of orcs, and walked up the hill alone towards the higher point of the headland.Under Moreau's shouted orders, I heard three bull-men wrapped in white cloth begin to drag the victim down toward the sea. At this time, I can safely hide alone.The orcs showed a human-like curiosity about the dead body.When the bullmen dragged him down the sand, they followed him in droves, sniffing and yelling at him.I walked up to the headland and stared at the black shadow of the bullmen dragging the leopard man's heavy body to the sea, which was reflected in the vast evening sky. There was a sudden wave in my mind. I finally realized that the orcs on the island were indescribably lacking and doing nothing. On the beach, in the stony forest at my feet, apemen, hyenamen, and a few other orcs surrounded Montgomery and Moreau.They were all still in great excitement, full of the bustling words and expressions of their allegiance to the law.Yet I felt with certainty in my heart that the hyenapig and the hare had been murdered.Incomprehensible as it may be, I was then convinced that, save for the bulky figure and monstrous hideousness of the orc, I had before me a microcosm of the whole balance of human life, the whole interplay of instinct, reason, and destiny in their simplest form. , it's just that the leopard man happened to be defeated and died.The difference is nothing more than that. Poor beast!I began to see the meaner side of Moreau's inhumanity.At first, I didn't think about how miserable and miserable these poor victims were after Morerow's operation. I was only shocked by the live torture that was carried out in the paddock during those few days.But now it seems that that is relatively minor.Before they become beasts, their animal instincts must be properly attuned to their surroundings, and they must appear as cheerful and happy as a living animal.Now they have sinned in the fetters and yoke of humanity, live in endless fear, and are bound by the nets of laws that they themselves cannot comprehend; , and it was a long inner struggle, a never-ending fear of Moreau—but what was it for?It was this erratic and chaotic thoughts that made it difficult for me to calm down for a long time. If Moreau had even a sensible purpose, I would have at least a little sympathy for him.I'm not that neurotic about pain.If his motive is even from hatred, I will forgive him a little bit.And yet he was so irresponsible, so utterly sloppy and careless.His curiosity, his mad, aimless research, drove him to do these things.The orcs he created were thrown out to live for a year or two, struggling, making big mistakes, being tortured again, and finally died in pain.In themselves they were wretched, and an ancient animal hatred drove them to pester each other, but the law restrained them for a moment from the heat of strife, and saved them from their instinctive hatred. And finally died. In those days, my fear of the Orcs was added to my fear of Moreau.I did fall into a deep and persistent malady as opposed to fear, which has left an indelible mark on my mind.I must confess that I lost faith in the justice of the world when I saw it succumbed to the painful disturbances of the island. Blind fate, great relentless chance, carves and forms the fabric of existence.I, Moreau (through his passion for research), Montgomery (through his passion for drinking), the Orcs, with their instincts and intellectual limitations, are in the ever-turning wheel of infinite intricacies, Torn apart and crushed by relentless, inevitable inevitability.But doesn't this happen all at once? ?I really think, even as I say it, I do have some premonitions.