Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 372 Bloodthorn Lizard
The prince took another bite of food and immediately felt very uncomfortable.

Dean continued to stare at him, seemingly very interested in how he ate.

"What's wrong?" Thales swallowed a mouthful of food and suddenly wanted to ask.

But he didn't.

Fortunately, Louisa suddenly spoke up, diverting Dean's attention and relieving Thales' discomfort.

“I feel like we’ve offended him, Dean.”

“You know Tomdin,” Louisa sighed, her face full of worry, “Damn it, can you believe it? We tried to save his life, and we offended him.”

“It’s alright, this is the last time we’ll work for him,” Dean sighed. “After this trip, we’ll never take Tomding’s business again.”

"the last time?"

Quick Rope closed his eyes and exhaled: "God of the Desert, please protect me! I've had enough of that guy! All he ever talks about is 'I know so-and-so'..."

“The last time—oh, that would be even worse. I can already imagine how he’s talking about us behind our backs,” Louisa said sarcastically.

“I told you, we shouldn’t have come.” McKee looked at Dean silently.

“It was my fault, brother,” Dean smiled apologetically at the Bone Man. “We shouldn’t have gone north.”

The bald mercenary's eyes burned:
“But we don’t need to worry about Tomding. I think it’s time for us to leave Baki Dunes… although we weren’t planning to stay long anyway.”

These words caused all the mercenaries present to stop what they were doing and look at Dean in unison.

Thales couldn't help but become curious: this bald mercenary seemed to have a charisma that could attract attention the moment he opened his mouth.

"Leave Baki...you mean, leave our current base?" Old Hammer repeated in surprise.

The mercenaries looked at each other, seemingly astonished by the suggestion.

Louisa asked cautiously, "Leave? Now? What are your thoughts?"

Dean shook his head.

"First, the Free Alliance wanted to go to war, then the Star People sealed off the border at Baki Dunes, and then this happened..."

"I don't believe these things are unrelated."

The bald mercenary took a sip of water and looked worriedly at the several camps in the distance: "Whether it's Baki Dunes or the Western Front, this land is no longer suitable for mercenaries."

Quick Rope raised his hand, looking confused.

"Wait, I don't understand. The Freedom Alliance, border closures... what do these things have to do with whether or not mercenaries are suitable?"

“Shut up,” Old Hammer glared at him sternly. “Listen to Dean and learn from him.”

Quick-drawn rope blinked, looking completely bewildered.

Thales also watched Dean with great interest.

"For several years now, Qiyuan City hasn't sent any more sweeping teams deep into the desert to maintain the trade routes. Raymond, who specializes in business to the west, says that even the patrol cavalry's patrol range is becoming increasingly limited," Dean said silently, staring at the sand beneath his feet.

"And now, the Free Alliance dares to openly challenge them and the Northerners, which says a lot."

Kanze, a man from the north, snorted coldly, seemingly quite dissatisfied.

Dean sighed.

"It's not just Qiyuan City; Weilan Territory has also tightened its defenses. Korak, who specializes in covering that front, told me that from the Western Needle Forest to the Ender Loess Plateau, he hasn't seen any Exter rangers for a long time. Instead, they occasionally encounter Star People sent by Watchtower City to claim territory..."

Quicksword scratched his head and tilted it: "So—what do you mean?"

Everyone glared at him, scolding him for interrupting.

But Dean just smiled dismissively:
"Clearly, whether in Qiyuan City or Weilan Territory, the influence and presence of the Northerners in the desert are waning. These things clearly demonstrate that the dragon intends to reclaim its claws, and the Kingdom of Exter is in decline."

Upon hearing this, Thales' heart stirred.

so……

"Why?" Quick Rope asked in astonishment. "Why can't I see it?"

"Politics, right?" This time, unexpectedly, it was Old Hammer who took the lead.

He shook his head in disgust.
Six years ago, Exte re-elected the king.

Thales' heart sank.

The image of that day six years ago flashed before his eyes.

That head.

That crown.

That... girl.

Dean sighed softly.

"Yes, I guess that's why the border troops of Qiyuan City and Weilan Territory disappeared and where they went—perhaps the new king, who murdered his brother and seized the throne and is famous, is a much greater threat to the dukes than the desert border, so they have no time to attend to matters on the sand."

Kanze, a man from the north, scoffed disdainfully: "A king who murders his own parents."

Dean frowned.

But he just nodded and continued talking.

"The forces in the desert, whether it be the large orc tribes or the tribes of the Bone People, will definitely notice the retreat of the Northerners and the changes at the northern edge of the desert. Without the threat of organized armies, they, who have been hiding deep in the desert, will try to move north to fill the void left by Exter and fight for resources and space to survive."

The bald mercenary drew lines in the sand, which Thales could barely make out as a map:

"At the same time, the decline of the Dragon Kingdom will benefit the Star People. The western front of the Fang Dunes may expand or may not, but judging from their current blockade, the former is more likely."

Quick Rope listened in a daze, as did the others, who were mostly confused. Only Louisa looked at Dean with a serious expression.

Seeing this, Thales suddenly understood where Dean's position in the team came from.

Dean frowned and said cautiously, "Whether it's the large tribes moving north or the stars expanding westward, it's not something a small mercenary group like ours can afford. Business will become less and less, the journey will become more and more difficult, and there will be more and more accidents. We can't stay here—the northern and eastern ends of the desert—for at least five years."

Old Hammer snorted helplessly, "Sigh, in the end it's still a matter of not being strong enough. If we were an elite hundred-man squad like 'Blood Siren'..."

But Dean interrupted him firmly: "No, then we'll become cannon fodder in tribal conflicts or kingdom wars, and die even faster."

Old Hammer gave an awkward laugh.

"Then where are we going?"

Kuai Sheng's eyes widened: "Go back to the South, back to where we came from, to the Three Kingdoms of the Lost Sea?"

Dean shook his head in disagreement.

"Along the coast of the Misty Sea... whether it's the Duchy of Sera, the Duchy of Norton, or the Duchy of Quill, they face the same problems as the northern end of the desert. The same principle applies: the decline and internal strife of Exter are followed by the resurgence of the Star Kingdom, even in Blade's Edge, which suffered the most damage."

"Without the threat and constraints of the Northern Dragon, the Star Kingdom will be free to try and restore its influence and hegemonic privileges in its southwestern neighboring countries, especially the three small kingdoms of the Misty Sea. In that free world, smuggling paradise, tax haven, sword arena, and death zone where merchants, thugs, rogues, assassins, bounty hunters, free knights, and mercenaries run rampant, once a behemoth like the Star Kingdom returns... guess who will be the first to suffer?"

Thales breathed slowly, digesting the knowledge before him step by step—the information these mercenaries received was not the kind of "little rascal's view of the world" found in the study.

The rope was almost making her dizzy: "It's so complicated, so where are we going?"

“Simply put,” Dean said seriously, lost in thought, “we need to find a place where powerful forces are evenly matched, wary of each other, and preferably severely weakened and locked in a stalemate. That way, we can find business and opportunities without facing the calamity of a large-scale war.”

Louisa nodded: "So? Where is Dante's greatsword pointing?"

Dean smiled slightly and pointed to the map on the sand: "It's still about this matter—the temporary decline of the Kingdom of Exter is a shocking event for the entire Western Continent. The Golden Corridor and the Comas Alliance will also be affected. Comas has always been rife with internal conflicts. Once Exter falls into infighting, Vine City, which has a marriage alliance with Dragon Sky City and has seized the power of the alliance for more than ten years, will be the most affected. Conversely, the pressure on the four northern cities in the north will be greatly reduced, and they will usher in a period of growth."

"The four northern cities, led by Shanliu City, the coastal community that follows Valir State, and even the southeastern states, represented by Sanlast, which have been stable for a long time, will all face a period of minor conflict with Vine City, which has lost its strong support. We don't know how the internal struggles in Commas will unfold, but infighting among merchants will inevitably involve people like us. And the smaller countries surrounding Commas, such as Maple Cape Coast, Koallenk, and the North Sea Kingdom, should also have many more opportunities."

Speaking of Shanliu City, Thales thought of the Marquis in Dragonstreet City who left a deep impression and upheld the "spirit of the contract".

Dean continued, “With the decline of Vine City, Commas has lost the motivation and strength to intervene in the west and in the Tarundi Co-government. The Kingdom of Allenbia will not let this opportunity pass. They have always hoped to take over the Tarundi Co-government before Commas infiltrates, but that could be a peaceful political evolution or a bloody war of conquest. If we go there, our future is uncertain.”

"As for the Golden Corridor... I won't talk about the Free Alliance and White Mountain, I'm not sure about Feast Territory and Wild Mountain either, and Leivol is sandwiched between Commas and Allenbia, so I can't say for sure either."

"But a mercenary from Steel City told me that in Dragon's Kiss, Grand Duke Cid of the Duchy of Anlenzo is in poor health. Predictably, his children will be embroiled in a power struggle over the succession. The surrounding cities and states may be reshuffled due to the turmoil in the suzerain state, but the major powers nearby—Commas—are busy with internal strife, Starry Sky is seeking to reunite the three kingdoms of Misty Sea, and Allenbia wants to swallow Tarundi—are too preoccupied to attend to this. I suspect that around the Duchy of Anlenzo, new checkpoints, levies, and even small-scale banditry and rebellions will erupt in the vicinity of the Grand Duke. Merchants won't like this, but that's where our small mercenary group's opportunity lies."

Dean looked up, only to find that most people were staring at him with puzzled expressions, and even Louisa was frowning.

But Thales' clear gaze made the bald man pause slightly.

Dean cleared his throat, returned to the present, and pointed to the ground: "So, let's choose one, Commas or Dragon's Kiss."

The air became quiet.

"I don't understand what you're saying, but you sound amazing," Quick Rope said with admiration, speaking in a rude slang that sounded like it came from either the sea or the desert: "Are all mercenaries this awesome these days?"

Thales looked at Dean seriously as well.

Putting everything else aside, just based on this insight alone...

No wonder, Dante's greatsword, no wonder they were able to venture deep into the desert with such confidence.

No wonder they were able to gather such a diverse group of warriors, each with their own unique skills.

Louisa chuckled.

“I don’t know about the others,” the female captain said, her gaze at the bald mercenary unreadable, but Thales could only read a hint of pride and genuine trust in her eyes. “But Dean? Yes.”

"That's just how awesome he is."

Dean coughed again, seemingly a little embarrassed.

“We are mercenaries, quick ropes. To survive, we rely on more than just strength or luck,” he laughed, somewhat embarrassed, “but on careful and shrewd judgment of the situation, meticulous observation of intelligence, and extensive connections and reputation.”

Thales listened silently.

The life of a mercenary.

It turned out to be the case.

Just then, McGee suddenly moved.

He swiftly reached out and scooped up a handful of sand from the ground!

Thales and the group of mercenaries were all startled.

Grains of sand fell from the fingers of the Bone Man.

"Fuck!" This was the first time McGee had uttered a curse word. He looked at the thing in his hand, gritted his teeth, and his face contorted in a grimace.

Once the sand had cleared, Thales could see clearly that what McGee was holding was a small lizard, struggling incessantly.

Yes, a lizard.

and many more.

Thales discovered that he recognized this species... well, not "recognized," but rather, a few days ago, when he was in dire straits in the desert, he had "eaten" this species of lizard.

Thinking of this, and that magical taste, Thales turned pale, and his stomach churned involuntarily.

In the firelight, the lizard was blood red with white stripes and sharp, soft spines on its skin. It thrashed its limbs and tail in pain on McGee's hand.

"Great job, McGee!" Old Hammer laughed happily, "Even a cat catching a mouse wouldn't be this good..."

But his voice abruptly stopped.

"Do not."

In that instant, upon seeing the lizard clearly, Louisa's face contorted with disbelief and terror: "My God, this is..."

Thales looked at Old Hammer with a puzzled expression, then at the other mercenaries, and found that most of them had a serious look on their faces—except for Quick Rope, who had just joined the ranks.

“Don’t panic,” Dean’s voice calmed the tense crowd down. “At least we’re all here.”

The prince's gaze returned to the poor red lizard.

Thales was full of questions.

Isn't that just a lizard?

Although the color is a bit unusual, is there a problem?

Surely it can't be poisonous—Thales silently patted his stomach: Wait a minute, it shouldn't be poisonous, and it should last for several days before it takes effect, right?
Right?
“Wait a minute,” Quick Rope’s expression froze, pointing at the lizard, “I, I think I’ve heard Tampa mention this thing before… red skin with white stripes… that’s, that’s…”

He trembled slightly, and his face immediately turned ugly.

"Yes."

The Wild Bone Man, McKee, who was born and raised here, coldly replied, "Bloodthorn Lizard."

"An ominous sign."

These words made everyone's expressions even more unpleasant.

Bloodthorn Lizard?

Thales had a sudden realization: he seemed to have heard the name of this animal somewhere before.

Where is it exactly?
But he couldn't think of it right away, so he asked directly.

“Ominous? Why?” Thales was completely bewildered.

Old Hammer sighed and shrugged, looking at the hazy moonlight in the sky.

"This lizard is a specialty of the desert..."

"Once food becomes scarce, they will call out to each other at night and gradually gather in one place..."

He didn't say anything more, his face full of sorrow.

Thales tentatively asked, "United hunting?"

“No.” McGee shook his head, a fierce glint in his eyes.

He spoke slowly, in his heavily accented, desert-sounding Common Language, which Thales had only gradually grown accustomed to after several days of listening, enunciating each word clearly:
"They will begin...hunting each other, preying on their own kind."

Thales was taken aback.

The Bone Man coldly said, "Only the Bloodthorn Lizard that survived to the end was able to fill its stomach and get through this difficult time when food is scarce by relying on the corpses of its companions."

Thales stared wide-eyed at the struggling bloodthorn lizard.

This is……

Louisa sighed: "Killing each other, devouring their own kind, living off them."

"Among all things in the world, what kind of creature could do such a terrible thing?"

Thales was stunned.

“What a pity,” Dean sighed, “I only know one kind.”

"And they live in the same skin as you and me."

“So the Bloodthorn Lizard is one of the most ominous creatures in the desert,” McKee said, frowning. “The Desert God created it to warn us about our behavior in the desert—the Desert God brings no disaster, but mortals bring their own; cannibalism will surely bring divine retribution.”

"It means the most terrifying and sinister thing in the desert, worse than the crow that represents bad luck—those who see it will be doomed, and those who eat it will have a difficult life."

Thales stared blankly at the lizard.

The person who ate it...

isn't it?
Is this superstition?
and many more……

It must be superstition, right? Something unreliable metaphysics and the like...

It must be...

Kara!
The next second, McGee showed no mercy and ended the life of the ominous animal.

Thales, still reeling from the shock, was startled again. The Bone Man coldly dug a pit in the sand and placed the Bloodthorn Lizard's carcass inside.

“The desert god brings no disaster, but the world is full of disasters; the desert god shows no mercy, but the desert is the mercy.” He muttered something as he buried the sand.

Quick Rope sighed and patted Thales, who looked somewhat dazed: "Ignore him, the Bone People are always weird."

The atmosphere in the team seemed to instantly turn gloomy.

“Don’t be nervous, everyone,” Louisa coughed, drawing everyone’s attention. “It’s dead. We only saw it once. Even if there were some minor hiccups, it’s nothing. Besides, it’s just a legend. And nobody’s stupid enough to eat it…”

Upon hearing this, Thales stiffened and touched his stomach.

“Go on shift work, I’ll go too,” Dean said calmly. “Trust me, stay focused…”

Just now.

"Wait!" McGee suddenly spoke up, his tone serious.

Thales was startled again.

Dean frowned: "How..."

“This bloodthorn lizard…” McGee gritted his teeth, looking at the half-buried bloodthorn lizard: “It didn’t come here for no reason.”

“McGee, that’s just a legend…” Old Hammer sighed.

McGee suddenly looked up!
"No, it buried a hole in the sand because it was scared and ran away!"

The Bone Man's face was more solemn than ever before: "And this means..."

The next second, McGee suddenly dropped to the ground!
He buried his ear in the sand and remained motionless.

"Quiet down, everyone," Dean said in a low voice, raising his hand. "Let him hear."

Instantly, everyone in the camp fell silent. Even Quick Rope covered his mouth in terror, leaving only the distant noise from other camps, like a hazy background sound.

what happened?
Thales stared at them blankly, but even though he had never been a mercenary before, he understood their actions in a short time.

Just seconds later, McGee jumped up!
The skeletal man suddenly reached for his twin swords, his tone urgent and his face contorted in a ferocious grimace:

"Someone is approaching from all directions, their footsteps are heavy..."

Before he could finish speaking, Dean's expression changed. He grabbed the fighting axe beside him and shouted into the air:

"alert!"

His roar was loud and particularly jarring in the desert night sky!

The entire caravan fell silent that night.

The caravan camp erupted into chaos the next second, a cacophony of noises filling the air.

But on the other side, before Thales could react, Dante's greatswords sprang up from the ground, even the quick rope was no less formidable.

They each lunged at their weapons: Kanzer drew his two-handed greatsword with imposing force, McKee drew his twin blades, Old Hammer unwrapped the burlap covering his hammer, Hubert raised his straight mace and great shield, Quick Rope drew a scimitar with a handguard, and Louisa threw down her quiver and drew her longsword. With their backs to the campfire, they spread out in a tacit and unified formation.

Thales then stood up, hurriedly pulled over the Time Crossbow, and began loading arrows.

What are you doing?
"The enemy?" Dean asked calmly, axe in hand, looking at the sand dunes behind him and the terrain in the distance.

“I don’t know,” McKee shook his head, his voice rapid, his breathing still ragged. “You can’t see the sand at night, and sand carries sound very poorly, so they took advantage of… they’re about to close in, our sentries…”

"Check the mounts first," Louisa's expression twisted, she gritted her teeth, drew her sword from her waist, and hissed, "Signal for Breeze and the others..."

But she didn't finish her sentence.

Thales felt a chill run down his spine.

A sharp sound suddenly rang out from the darkness!

laugh!
Kanze, the northerner, seemed to have been struck by a heavy hammer, and stumbled backward!
"Aaaaah!" he roared, plunging his greatsword into the sand to steady himself, his body trembling slightly.

The sharp-eyed Thales noticed a long arrow with sharp fletching protruding from the shoulder of the northerner.

"Enemy attack!" Dean roared, swinging his axe to deflect a stray arrow.

boom!
clang!
In a matter of seconds, the mercenaries either dodged or parried, and amidst the sounds of sand rubbing and metal clashing, they withstood the first wave of sneak attacks!

But countless screams and cries of agony came from the caravan's camp. The merchants scattered in panic, calling for help and trembling with fear.

"No!"

"Ah, it hurts!"

"This is--"

Thales listened to the familiar voice in his ear with shock and anger, feeling as if he had returned to the battlefield he hated most.

The battle began abruptly, and even the approaching enemy appeared suddenly.

Old Hammer calmly swung the sledgehammer away with great force, colliding head-on with a weapon that came from the darkness!
"Boom!"

Amidst the deafening roar that tormented his eardrums, Thales was astonished to see the strong old hammer sway back three steps, kneel on one knee, and gasp for breath in pain!

Enemies, countless enemies, appeared suddenly from the endless darkness as if by prior arrangement.

Hubert's large shield was there just in time to block the enemy's next attack.

"Come on!" Hubert roared, intending to call to his companions, "Let's get this done first—"

But he soon discovered that his intentions would not be fulfilled: at almost the same time, all the mercenaries encountered the enemy!

"day!"

McGee gritted his teeth and roared, parrying with his twin blades, deflecting a thick, long-bladed weapon that resembled both a knife and a sword.

Before he could retaliate, he rolled awkwardly on the ground, dodging a large stick that was about to hit the ground amidst the flying sand: "They're professionals!"

Louisa calmly coordinated with Dean's axe, wielding her longsword and using her agility to struggle against the three enemies: "Don't panic! Two people per group, form a formation!"

Thales, desperately trying to remain calm, gritted his teeth and finished cocking the crossbow by the campfire, then raised it and looked around.

How could this happen? How could this happen?
The campfire flickered and swayed from the sudden battle, its light dimming as the enemy's figures, though indistinct, loomed over the small camp as they charged toward Dante's greatswords.

"Damn it—"

Quick Rope screamed as his scimitar was forcefully knocked back by the enemy, and the poor newbie fell to the ground. Fortunately, Kanze boldly drew his longsword and took his place, swinging his greatsword to repel an enemy who was about to take advantage of the situation.

Thales instantly entered a state of hellish sensory experience.

Oh my goodness.

He was covered in cold sweat as he looked at everything before him.

"what!"

"kill!"

"Ding--"

"boom!"

"Cruery!"

Screams filled the air, the stench of blood was everywhere, and furious battle cries and the clash of weapons echoed through the dark, moonlit night.

Even a frightening low growl of an animal, accompanied by a scream, came from not far away, followed by a terrifying chewing sound—like teeth tearing flesh apart.

Oh shit.

Oh shit!

With the help of the River of Sin, the tense prince was freed from the misleading light of the fire and the deception of the night. He clearly saw that on the sand, forty or fifty burly, tall figures seemed to be attacking all the caravan camps and all the people from the same time, from the dunes, from the plains, from the slopes, from different directions and angles!

Among them were even non-human species that crawled on all fours and flung their long tails into the air.

The invasion was like a raging fire.

They swarmed together to attack.

The killing was ruthless.

"call--"

A sudden gust of wind came from behind!

Fuck!
Thales gritted his teeth and ducked with unprecedented speed to avoid an axe blow!
The axe whistled through his hair, slicing open his forehead in just an inch.

Damn.

Damn!

This is... a deadly battle!

Thales gripped his crossbow tightly in alarm and anger amidst the whistling wind.

The enemy's rude curses came through, but they were not clearly heard.

The power of the end surged up the prince's thigh, and Thales stepped forward to create distance, swiftly turning to face the enemy.

He aimed the Time Crossbow at the chest of his towering opponent and pulled the trigger hard: "Whoosh!"

"clang!"

With a deafening roar, the enemy staggered in pain, his attack halted, and his axe fell limply to the ground.

Thales trembled, but not from fear or panic—those feelings had been mostly lost in countless close calls, and the unfair battle with Nikolai had made him feel the cruelty and directness of a desperate fight—but from the instinct that filled his body with the sin of the River of Hell, a thirst for battle.

The prince took a deep breath, decisively threw away the crossbow, and started to move.

In the cold wind, countless grains of sand rubbed against the soles of his shoes and receded backward.

The JC dagger, as familiar as his own arm, was instantly gripped in his hand.

After his battle with the Meteorite, his finishing power improved significantly, and his combat reaction also improved markedly. The Sin of the Hell River was constantly igniting his blood.

He knew this was a desert.

No one will save himself.

Only fighting.

kill him.

kill him!

With unprecedented speed, Thales pounced on his crouching, pained enemy in an instant, using his legs to propel himself up and thrust forward with his right arm!
"laugh!"

The dagger plunged deep into the enemy's neck!
"Ah!" Thales roared, desperately spinning the dagger, feeling the wet, sticky, and scalding blood flowing down his arm.

The feeling he hates the most.

The feeling I hate the most.

It reminded him of the day that changed his destiny.

That day, he was like that too...

"Aaaaaahh ...

The next moment, Thales felt a powerful blow to his chest, a sharp pain!
"boom!"

With tremendous force, the prince was slammed hard onto the sand, experiencing excruciating pain and chest tightness at the same time.

Oops.

The thought arose with Thales's painful breathing.

The enormous enemy screamed in agony, blood gushing violently from his neck, but he seemed oblivious, and suddenly pulled up the single-edged giant axe from the ground—almost as long as Thales, with a grotesque, thick blade that took up half the handle.

Thales, still trembling from the heavy fall, could only helplessly stare at the giant red and black axe.

Oops.

Oops!

He was thinking painfully, breathing with difficulty, his body, which had not yet recovered, was unable to move.

"Sailor, Sailor, Sailor!"

The tall, strong enemy roared furiously at Thales on the ground, as if trying to exhaust all the strength of his life.

Above Thales, the dangerous opponent swung his arms overhead, raising his giant axe like an executioner.

He shook his head wildly, and bright red blood gushed from his neck, spilling onto the sand.

“Selrikai!”

and many more.

Sel? Selrikai?
This sentence……

Thales felt a chill run down his spine: Where have I heard that phrase before?
The next second, the enemy's ferocious axe blade mercilessly slashed down.

"Shh!"

At that moment, his face was directly facing Thales.

The prince froze the moment he saw the enemy clearly.

This face...

What kind of face is this?
The other person's large face was contorted and trembling in excruciating pain—it was dark gray, with a broad forehead, a high hairline, and small eyes.

The bulging cheek muscles fused together, contracting violently beneath the rough, gray skin.

The opponent's nostrils were almost two thin slits, with only a gaping black maw agape in the air, displaying terrifying sharp teeth as it roared.

Ferocious, ugly, chaotic.

This is the only description Thales could come up with.

"call--"

Amidst the opponent's furious shouts, the terrifying axe blade sliced ​​through the air, descended to the ground, and slashed towards Thales' chest.

In the darkness, the sounds of battle seemed much more muffled.

Thales gritted his teeth and watched the giant axe fall in despair.

No.

The prince thought in despair.

He is not "him".

He is not human.

It is "it".

it!
"Fuck your mother's balls!"

Under the night sky, Old Hammer's grief-stricken roar exploded on the flat ground, his tone shrill and his attitude resolute, as if all the hatred and suffering in the world had gathered there:
"They're the gray bastards!"

"You son of a bitch—orc!"

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By Wujian, who looked like a furious orc.

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