Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 181 "Righteousness Reaching the Heavens" - The True Old Ox Shatters the Regional Stabilizer

In the northeastern part of Bailu Plain, outside the settlement of the Shiti tribe.

Such a large force crossing the border attracted the attention of the tribes along the way, who were not blind to its presence.

Then they were told that this was an internal conflict in Motianling, and that bystanders should disperse or they might get splattered with blood!

The Stonehoof tribe naturally received the news and set up their formation early on.

The mournful sound of horns echoed across the withered grassland, as two forces faced each other hundreds of meters apart, the air thick with tension.

However, it seems the gap is quite large.

The Stonehoof Tribe was filled with large minotaurs with massive horns and bulging muscles. Although their heights were not uniform, they were at least 2.5 meters tall and looked extremely imposing.

On the Conch Harbor side, apart from Liu Zaiyue, who was at the head and still had some muscle and looked somewhat bloated from being stretched by his oversized armor, there were only two obviously thin bull-headed guards left.

The rest were all sorts of werewolves, ratmen, kobolds, and the like, with some human "cheerleaders" mixed in behind them. Although they outnumbered their opponents by a factor of two, they looked like a ragtag army.

There was no other way; the orcs that Old Bull could get his hands on were all slaves he had bought, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they were defective.

As for the humans in the group, on the White Deer Plain, the orcs never took the human's fighting strength seriously. After all, more than a hundred years had passed, and those with the ability and spirit to resist had mostly died. No matter how many humans remained, in the eyes of the orcs, they were no different from a nest of ants.

The young chieftain of the Stonehoof tribe, the burly Kane Stonehoof, carrying a huge double-edged battle axe, stared at the person opposite him several times with his large, copper-bell-like eyes, and then snorted without any attempt to hide it.

"I was wondering where that wild buffalo calf came from, turns out it's just the little broken horn from Gurgling's house!"

"What's wrong? Did eating too much fish at the beach cause you some stagnation? Did you come here to ask your brother to help you get rid of it?"

The surrounding minotaurs chuckled.

A plume of black smoke visibly rose from Liu Zaiyue's head.

"I belong to the Moo Moo Lulu family, not the Gu Gu Lulu family!"

"And don't call me Little Broken Horn, or I'll break both of your horns off!"

Kane Stonehoof slammed his axe into the ground with disdain: "Speak, what do you want?"

"I challenge you to a traditional Thunder Bluff duel. Whoever wins, the rules are yours!"

This is an ancient tradition passed down in the orc tribes, and its origins likely lie in the struggle between the leaders of the herds to determine the ownership of territory and mating rights.

Nowadays, more and more orcs have abandoned this tradition. After all, the high and mighty chieftain has neither the energy nor the time to deal with the challenges of these hotheaded youngsters all day long.

However, within a relatively straightforward and unrefined tribe like the Tauren, such a chieftainship duel still carries considerable influence.

Of course, the format will be different. According to the rules, a challenger must defeat at least two warriors from the opposing tribe before he is qualified to approach the opposing chief.

"You? You dare to challenge the glory of my Stonehoof tribe?" Kane's voice was like a muffled thunder, filled with disdain. With a casual gesture, a tall minotaur under his command rushed out.

The other person was wearing plate armor that didn't quite fit, but covered all the necessary areas. He was carrying a heavy-looking iron warhammer, and his body swayed back and forth with his heavy breathing, clearly indicating that he was quite angry.

After announcing his name, the minotaur warrior pounded his breastplate with his hammer, producing a loud clanging sound, exuding an imposing aura.

Liu Zaiyue stretched his neck and slowly walked out of the formation.

“Hailuo Port, Liu Zaiyue.” His voice was calm, even tinged with a hint of helplessness.

The opponent clearly felt slighted, roared, and strode forward, his huge warhammer carrying a gust of wind as it swept towards Liu Zaiyue's waist.

Old Niu didn't even pick up his totem pole; he took a half-step forward and then retreated.

The moment Lao Niu stepped forward, the opponent subconsciously adjusted the direction of the hammer's attack. However, before the action was even finished, Lao Niu adjusted his position again. It was obviously too late to adjust the force again.

The hammer missed its target, and the immense inertia caused the minotaur warrior to stumble a step before Liu Zaiyue tripped him on his supporting leg.

A simple, unpretentious tripping move, meticulously instructed by several martial arts masters from Dongxia.

A bull-headed man who knows martial arts is truly unstoppable!
With a muffled thud, the Minotaur warrior's massive body slammed flat on the ground, his face hitting the rubble and dust flying everywhere. His heavy warhammer flew out of his hand, and the entire battlefield fell silent instantly.

No one expected that this seemingly evenly matched contest would end so quickly and in such a way.

There was no earth-shattering collision, no back-and-forth fighting, only a precise, almost humiliating tactical knockout.

Liu Zaiyue didn't even glance at his opponent on the ground again, but calmly turned to Kane Stonehoof: "Next."

Although he was bursting with joy inside, Liu Zaiyue still tried his best to appear relaxed and carefree, as if he had just casually swatted away a fly.

Kane Stonehoof's face darkened; he had clearly recognized the extraordinary skill of his opponent.

The straightforward Minotaur chieftain realized that none of his men were a match for the guy in front of him, so he immediately called off the second challenge and stepped onto the stage with his double-edged axe.

It seems that Kane is quite disciplined; he didn't even bother to find another bull to wear down Liu Zaiyue's strength.

But the next moment, everyone realized they had guessed wrong.

This guy is cunning.

"Very well! Little Broken Horn, you've successfully angered me! I'll personally break off your horn and hang it at the entrance of my tent!"

With each word he spoke, the creature seemed to grow larger, and by the time he uttered the last word, a dense, dark red light emanated from his body.

That's right, the shaman of the "Stonehoof" tribe was casting Bloodlust on him from behind.

"Despicable!" someone at Conch Harbor couldn't help but exclaim.

Chen Mo, on the other hand, was watching with great interest from the back.

The fact that they agreed to a one-on-one duel despite having a clear numerical advantage is already a sign of respect for tradition. What's wrong with using a little trickery?

Besides, it's not like Old Niu was unprepared.

As Kane's eyes turned bloodshot, thick veins bulged and writhed on his skin, his muscles bulged, and he exhaled white breath, his speed and power suddenly increased to a whole new level!
In contrast, Liu Zaiyue seemed to be moving in slow motion. He hastily raised the totem pole and barely managed to block it. With a loud "clang," the nearby orcs and humans even felt a little dizzy.

The opponent's strength was immense, and Liu Zaiyue's weapon slipped from his hand. Then, he grabbed the handle of the axe at the end of the opponent's axe.

Kane Stonehoof let out a strange laugh and exerted force with both hands.

One had a bloodthirsty double-handed grip, while the other held a spike in one hand and an axe blade in the other. It seemed like a one-sided situation, but Kane exerted all his strength, even bulging the veins on his forehead, yet he still couldn't wrest the axe back.

Liu Zaiyue swiftly flipped the axe back and forth, forcibly wrenching it from Kane's hand, completing a clean disarming maneuver after the totem pole had slipped from his grasp. Kane roared furiously and lunged forward, only to be slammed to the ground.

His limbs flared wildly, his body trembled violently, but he couldn't break free.

Well, the old bull holding the totem pole is only at the early fourth level, but in his unarmed state, the custom-made [Mountain Shaker] power exoskeleton built into his armor suddenly boosts his strength by a whole level.

Trying to outmaneuver an old bull and employing hit-and-run tactics might offer some hope, but if it comes down to pure strength, it's simply humiliating.

After struggling on the ground for a long time, he still couldn't break free from Liu Zaiyue's grasp. Just as the old bull reached out his hand onto the other's horn and exerted a little force, feeling that it might break at any moment, Kane Stonehoof decisively conceded defeat.

I was just laughing at someone for having a small broken corner...

You can lose face, but you can't lose your dignity!

The chief surrendered, and the process of subduing the Stonehoof tribe went much more smoothly than expected. These relatively simple-minded minotaurs quickly accepted reality.

Liu Zaiyue did not make things too difficult for them. He neither extorted supplies nor conscripted soldiers. He simply solemnly told them that the brothers of the other orc tribes also had a hard time, and that from now on, they should not be charged for crossing the bridge over the Jade Claw River.

Send someone to my Conch Bay to make up for the money and grain you lost here!

After saying that, the group drove off.

Kane Stonehoof was stunned for a long time, and finally tears streamed down his face.

In all these years, when have I ever seen a leader who takes such good care of his orc brothers?

I'm sticking with this kind of capable and loyal older brother!

Of course, Kane Stonehoof wasn't invited to join the group, so he didn't see what happened next.

Around noon on the fourth day, the team from Hailuowan arrived at the outskirts of Santoushan.

The "Rotten Claw" gnoll tribe was equally wary of this uninvited group.

After rejecting Liu Zaiyue's three conditions—a fair duel, relocation to make way, or a promise not to raid other tribes again—the "Rotten Claw" gnolls closed the gates of their camp halfway up the mountain and blocked the stone path leading up the mountain.

Then, they experienced what it meant to be a dimensional reduction attack.

Who wants to go hiking and break through checkpoints with you!
The field troops of the Han Hai Territory had been holding back for a long time. They first completed a simple clearing of the surrounding area, then measured the elevation and distance of the enemy camp, and completed two test shots.

At the lord's command, the automatic grenade launcher cluster began to bombard the gnoll camp.

A deafening roar! A sharp, piercing sound descended from the sky!

The dense and precise explosions, like plowing the land, instantly tore the simple fences and watchtowers surrounding the gnoll camp to shreds, with flames and thick smoke shooting into the sky!

"Magic! They have magic!" a slightly knowledgeable gnoll leader screamed shrilly.

The jackals were stunned by this sudden attack. After being bombarded by "magic" for three rounds, the remaining jackals suddenly realized what was happening and frantically rushed down the mountain, trying to close the distance and launch a counterattack.

Unfortunately, the enemy blocked the road up the mountain, and we blocked the road down the mountain with machine guns.

An even more intense "rat-a-tat-tat" sound rang out! The heavy machine guns didn't move; just a few general-purpose machine guns easily swept away the chaotic orcish ranks, kicking up clouds of blood mist.

The opponent managed to throw bone arrows and catapults, but they couldn't even touch the edge of the warriors from the Vast Ocean Territory.

Facing a small tribe of only a few hundred orcs, the battle was tantamount to a one-sided massacre.

The battle began suddenly and ended quickly.

In less than half an hour, the resistance of the Rotclaw Gnolls was completely annihilated. Most of the Gnoll warriors were killed, and the rest were terrified and surrendered on their knees. They were then tied up with ropes and became the first batch of prisoners captured by Conch Bay.

After a simple inventory, all the valuables, food, and weapons in the camp became spoils of war for the Han Hai Territory.

The Hanhai Field Army carefully cleaned up the battlefield, set it on fire to destroy as many traces of the battle as possible, and then left triumphantly.

These two battles established Hailuokou's renowned reputation for "unparalleled loyalty and camaraderie."

The Stonehoof Tribe charged a toll for crossing the river, but the Minotaur tribe of Conch Bay came to their door for a fair duel, which made them submit. From then on, all the orcs coming and going no longer had to pay a single penny of toll!
The Rotten Claw Jackals attacked other tribes. When the Conch Bay tribe tried to persuade them to stop, they decisively took action to annihilate them. From then on, the surrounding tribes no longer had to be on guard and live in fear.

What is this? This is practically the orc's half-brother!

And so, with one trip out of the mountains, Liu Zaiyue not only solved the problem of these regional stabilizers, but also quickly became a legendary chivalrous hero in the orcish tales!

He became famous overnight!
Just as the Han Hai Territory's military might was first testing its strength in the northeastern corner of the Bai Lu Plain, in the far southeastern part of the plain, on the edge of the Fu Zhu tribe...

The night was dark, and the wind howled mournfully.

Amu carried his youngest son on his back, while his wife held their daughter's hand. The family of four trudged through the barren hilly terrain, their steps uneven.

Thanks to their familiarity with the surrounding terrain and their good intelligence, Amu's family escaped more than 20 miles and used a river to cut off the dire wolves' pursuit by scent.

But the orcs eventually discovered the watermarks left after they crossed the river.

The family frantically turned and ran, but the orcs only got closer and closer.

"Run...run..." Amu gasped for breath, his lungs burning with pain. His straw sandals were worn through, and the soles of his feet were being cut painfully by the gravel, but he dared not stop for a moment.

His wife and daughter were deathly pale and could no longer speak; they were just moving their feet mechanically.

The youngest son, who had been whimpering, seemed to sense the approaching despair and fell silent, trembling on Amu's back.

But the speed of escape is getting slower and slower.

The orc behind him had clearly spotted him. The orc seemed to enjoy the thrill of driving its prey to despair, and instead of speeding up, it followed at a leisurely pace, occasionally urging its dire wolf to let out a few sharp howls.

After passing through another thicket of bushes, Amu suddenly saw two figures on the high slope ahead, holding something strange and looking in his direction.

"It's over!" Amu's heart sank to the bottom instantly. He thought he had been surrounded.

However, he soon realized that it was not an orc, but a human, a pure human.

With his mind nearly blank, unable to think about why there were humans here, Amu instinctively used his last bit of strength to shout:

"Orcs! Run!!!"

(End of this chapter)