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A page from Chapter 254, "The Book of Contracts"
The flickering firelight cast intertwined shadows onto the wall covered in animal hides.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye amidst this intense and prolonged entanglement.

Teng Jun's handsome face was full of satisfaction. His palm gently stroked Fu Ying's flat and soft belly, and his dark green eyes were full of tenderness. He said softly, "This time, it's finally my turn to be a father."

After hearing his words, Fu Ying pursed her lips slightly, as if trying to suppress a smile.

Teng raised his eyes slightly, his gaze swept across her face, he nuzzled her affectionately, and a soft chuckle escaped his throat.

Fuying smiled and kissed Teng on the chin.

Fu Ying thought it was a bit perverted, but after experiencing it many times, she found it quite exciting.

Currently, only the osier and the gull remain, along with the moonflower and the big bird... perhaps they can bring a little surprise.

"My lady, are you there?" Benlang's voice came from outside.

Fuying stood up, and Teng stepped forward to open the door. The smile on his handsome face had vanished, replaced by an arrogant and cold expression.

Benlang lowered his head and cautiously glanced at the eight-star pattern on Teng's forehead.

He deliberately slowed his pace, coughed lightly, and lowered his voice: "Witch, the seven tribes at the foot of Thorn Cliff have received the news. As you instructed, I brought back the Wind Whisper Tribe all those who were willing to leave Thorn Cliff, wanted to follow you, and had clean hands. Do you want to go and see for yourself?"

Fuying nodded, holding a roll of parchment in her slender hands.

She got up and walked outside, saying to Benlang as she went, "Has anyone caused trouble these past two days?"

Teng tightened her collar, walked beside her, and scanned the surroundings with eyes as sharp as blades, extremely vigilant.

Upon hearing this, Benlang paused, then gave a bitter laugh, lowering his voice even further: "How could there not be? Leaving Thorncliff is something every fallen orc dreams of doing. Now that they have the chance, the commotion they'll cause will be considerable."

If all corrupted orcs could leave, there would be no trouble at all.

Unfortunately, one path was blocked. The orcs who had committed evil deeds and were banished to Thorncliff initially boasted about their past actions, but went mad after learning that they would not be taken away.

Many people in the Wind Whisper tribe were injured during this period. Fortunately, most of the fallen orcs were able to leave and they gathered together into a very large force, which prevented the evil orcs from succeeding.

Fu Ying smiled faintly: "You did very well."

Benlang breathed a sigh of relief, not daring to respond, but feeling slightly more relaxed.

Fu Ying hadn't walked far when she saw a large group of orcs outside the Wind Whisper Tribe. There were men, women, and children, but females and cubs were very few. Everyone had an uneasy look on their face, fearing that leaving Thorn Cliff was just a scam.

As Benlang respectfully stepped forward to greet her, he said to everyone, "This is the priestess."

Silence fell instantly, broken only by the sound of the raging blizzard.

The orcs looked timidly at Fuying. After a moment, someone in the crowd raised their voice and asked the question everyone wanted to ask: "Witch, can you really lead us away from Thorn Cliff?"

Fu Ying looked at everyone and nodded, saying, "Yes, I can take you away."

The crowd erupted in uproar; some were excited, some wept, and some embraced each other in excitement.

Fu Ying watched quietly for a while, until the crowd quieted down, before speaking in a clear, cold, and resolute voice:
"The Wolf Chieftain should have made it very clear that outside of Thorn Cliff, disasters rage, and the Northern Mountains are no longer suitable for survival. After leaving, we will head to the Triangle Sea, cross it, and arrive at a completely new orc continent." "But I must tell you beforehand that this is not an easy road."

“There, even ordinary orcs face discrimination, let alone corrupted orcs.”

"But I can guarantee that I will do my best to wash away the mark of you fallen orcs. In return, you need to guarantee that you will absolutely obey my arrangements after leaving Thorncliff. If you cause trouble, I will be the first to not let you off the hook."

"I've finished speaking. Now, I'll give you some time to consider."

“If you have thought it through and are still willing to leave Thorncliff, come forward and stamp this parchment. The contract will be established, and I will take you away. Try to leave Thorncliff and return to North Mountain before sunset.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Fu Ying suppressed her aura and with a wave of her hand, the parchment gently unfolded in mid-air.

A clean sheet of parchment, with nothing written on it.

Fuying's stroke of genius silenced the crowd instantly.

A moment later, someone stepped forward from the crowd. It was a round-faced boy: "My lady, I want to ask, will this contract harm us? Or rather, what is the purpose of this contract?"

Fu Ying looked at the familiar round-faced boy and chuckled softly.

He was none other than the first fallen orc that Fu Ying encountered after jumping off the Thorn Cliff.

Blue State Tribe, Cat Seven.

Fu Ying's smile made Mao Qi blush slightly, but he didn't look away and kept staring intently at her.

"This contract will not harm you, but it will constrain you. Now that you are at the foot of Thorn Cliff, you must fulfill your promise to me, or it will backfire." Fu Ying's voice was calm, but his words carried a hint of authority.

Chapter 254, "The Book of Contracts," is a single page. These orcs only need to stamp their fingerprints to establish a contract. It won't cause harm, but it will restrict their behavior. After all, they are fallen orcs. Even if their expulsion was forced, they have experienced so much injustice that their minds are inevitably not sound. This is a powerful but dangerous force, and she cannot afford to be careless.

Cat Seven's expression hardened slightly as he looked at the orcs around him, who indeed showed hesitation on their faces.

Benlang spoke first, saying in a deep voice, "I am willing to form a contract with the priestess!"

He strode forward, and amidst Fuying's whispered words, bit his finger, pressing the bloody fingerprint onto the parchment. Instantly, an invisible halo enveloped the wolf, and the contract was formed.

Benlang felt completely relaxed and grinned, "Anything is fine as long as I can get out of Thorn Cliff!"

Cat Seven was the second person to step forward, imitating Run Wolf by leaving his mark on the parchment.

He raised his round eyes and said earnestly to Fuying, "My lady, I believe you."

A faint smile appeared on Fu Ying's lips.

With these two leading the way, the orcs quickly convinced themselves that, as Wolf said, as long as they could leave Thorncliff, there was nothing they couldn't accept.
Next, one orc after another stepped forward and pressed their bright red fingerprints onto the parchment.

As the sun set, the snow seemed to fall even heavier.

The cubs shivered from the cold and were held tightly in their parents' arms, but everyone's eyes were on Fuying. They were not relieved by the contract, as they did not know if the witch in front of them could really take them away from Thorn Cliff.

(End of this chapter)