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Chapter 302 You know nothing!
With a slight twitch of her fingertips, Fu Ying gently pushed the ring, engraved with butterfly wing patterns, onto the finger of the Nightless Marquis.

He immediately brandished his finger arrogantly, his seven-colored eyes full of high spirits. The jade ring shimmered with a subtle luster under the wall lamp, making the smile on his lips even more irritating.

The Marquis of Nevernight raised an eyebrow and drawled, "Alright, you should all go out now. It's my turn to keep Aying company today."

Teng crossed his arms and sneered repeatedly: "You certainly know how to distort the truth. Today it's clearly Wu's turn."

Upon hearing this, the Marquis of Nightless raised an eyebrow and glanced at Wu. This guy, who had been unconscious for several days, had always been excluded from the "rotation." Now that he had woken up, he should indeed be reassigned.

He shrugged and patted Wu on the shoulder with a good temper: "Okay! It's your turn today, it'll be my turn tomorrow."

After saying this, the Undying Marquis scooped up the sleeping Changsheng and strode away from Fuying's room.

His departing figure still carried a hint of smugness, leaving several males standing there, their eyes all fixed on Fuying, their eyes filled with a hint of resentment, and their tone quite aggrieved.

Teng was the most direct. He snatched the ring off and shoved it back into Fuying's hand, declaring confidently, "I want you to wear it yourself too!"

Fu Ying couldn't help but laugh out loud. She took his long, slender, pale fingers and slowly slipped the snake-scale ring onto his finger. Then she looked up at the others and smiled slightly: "Why don't you all put them on again?"

As soon as she finished speaking, several rings were immediately handed to her.

*
On the other side, after leaving in a hurry, Otter Flame went to investigate the situation in the Triangle Sea.

When he emerged from the sea, soaking wet, his expression was almost frozen. Ignoring his dripping hair, he turned to look at the boundless, calm sea and took a deep breath: "It really is calm."

The Triangle Sea used to be known as the "Devil's Sea" because countless orc lives were lost there!

But now, the sea surface is calm and still, and there is not even a whirlpool on the seabed, nor has the gale disappeared.

Otter looked at Otter Flame with a crestfallen expression and cried out, "Commander, what are we going to do? Should we contact the Lion Salt City-State beforehand and tell them about this? What if the other city-states find out first, then we..."

The thought of that outcome sent a chill down Otter's spine.

Orc city-states frequently invade and occupy territories, especially now that it's the "Judgment of the Teeth" era, where any invasion is justified and will not be protected by the Dragon God. The law of the jungle is designed to allow orcs to maintain their bestial nature in a peaceful life!
Otter Flame clenched his fists tightly and took a deep breath.

He turned to look at Otter, his eyes darkening slightly: "No! Keep it from the Lion Salt City-State!"

"Commander?!" Otter's eyes widened, unable to comprehend the commander's decision. And those savage orcs remaining in the commander's fortress—since they had the ability to quell the triangular sea area drawn by the Dragon God, their skill was truly not to be underestimated.

Thinking of this, Otter asked in a low voice, "Does the commander have any ideas?"

Otter Flame narrowed his eyes and asked, "Have you kept a close watch on those lower-level orcs who didn't go in?"

Otter's eyes flickered slightly. He leaned closer and whispered, "They've been keeping an eye on us. Nothing should go wrong, Commander. Should we...?"

He paused, then made a neck-slashing motion, his eyes filled with a fierce look.

Otterflame lifted his eyelids and sneered, "Just a bunch of lowly orcs. We don't need to anger the druids over this. Just keep an eye on them and use them as bargaining chips to make the druids citizens of the Otter City-State." Hearing this, Otterfly frowned, puzzled, "Commander, why do you value that female so much? She may be a druid, but she's just a female. If we just capture her, we're not afraid she won't obey!"

Otter Flame glanced at Otter with a sneer: "You don't know anything! None of her males are simpletons!"

Otter's lips moved slightly, and he muttered to himself, "They're just a bunch of ordinary males without any bloodline awakening. What can they do besides being good-looking?" Unfortunately, in the orc city-state, male appearance is the least important thing.

Otter Flame naturally understood the squad leader who had followed him for a long time. He could tell what the captain was thinking just by looking at his expression. He couldn't help but shake his head and sighed inwardly. Their Otter City-State was unable to make any progress because they lacked capable people. They could only obey the Lion Salt City-State and be a shameful vassal!

Those male orcs didn't seem particularly special on the surface, but don't forget, they were orcs who had reached the Nine-Star Extreme Realm in the wild land of the Northern Mountains! Moreover, they were so young!
Otter Flame was a good judge of character. He was certain that if those males had lived in the orc city-state from childhood, each of them would have become a renowned overlord. No one could guarantee that the temporary restrictions imposed by the Northern Mountain would not suppress their talents.

These savage orcs from the northern mountains are no ordinary people.

There was no need to explain these things to Otter. He waved his hand and said coldly, "You just keep a close eye on that group of people. I'll take care of the rest. Increase vigilance in the coming days, and report any unusual movements immediately!"

"Yes!" Otter replied respectfully, watching the commander leave.

Once Otter Flame's figure was out of sight, Otter's back instantly relaxed. He curled his lip and snorted through his nose: "Cowardly trash! Just a bunch of barbaric beasts who have never seen the world. What's there to be afraid of?"

As he spoke, he stretched and swayed as he walked to the dock. Suddenly, he kicked the nearest wooden crate and shouted, "While the waves have calmed down, all of you go out to sea and catch as much seafood as possible. Pick the fattest shrimp and crabs, and the rarest sea urchins, and send them all to the Lion Salt City-State!"

His curses, carried by the sea breeze, lingered in the salty air for a long time.

*
The first night in the orc city-state was clearly not going to be peaceful.

At that time, Fuying was taking a bath.

The room was filled with misty steam. Wu's fingertips were slowly moving along Fuying's fair back. Her skin was slightly cool, and it turned a light red with the slightest touch, like plum blossoms blooming in the snow, a breathtaking sight.

His golden-red pupils contracted slightly, and his throat bobbed involuntarily, feeling somewhat dry.

He forced himself to look away, fixing his gaze on the swaying water, where his restrained and patient face was reflected.

Fu Ying turned to look at him, her eyes sparkling, and said with a smile, "Still so shy."

This time, Wu answered quickly, his sharp voice slightly hoarse as he met her gaze: "No."

But his gaze was quickly drawn elsewhere, his eyes darkening, the corners of his golden-red eyes shimmering with light.

Wu Tuo's hands, resting on the bathtub, tightened little by little, suppressing his desire to embrace her.

Fu Ying chuckled softly; innocent beastmen are always so amusing.

She raised her hand, and just as she touched his strong, muscular chest, the sound of weapons clashing rang out from outside.

(End of this chapter)