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Chapter 752 Today, Celia is a close-combat specialist (6k)

The Orc Empire is located to the west of the Starfall Continent.

Most of this area is desert and Gobi, with scarce water resources. Only the tough and resilient orcs can survive here.

After leaving the school and arriving at the edge of the Protoss Forbidden Lands, and crossing the Protoss Forbidden Lands along its edge, Celia officially entered the border of the Orc Empire.

The deeper you go, the fewer trees there are, and the desert and Gobi gradually replace the surrounding scenery.

In some places, it's simply pure desert.

"Before I came here, I thought this place was like the Elf Forest, all forests or something."

Celia watched with curiosity as a caravan slowly walked away in the distance.

The caravan transport here is completely different from that of the Ishtar Empire.

The Ishtar Empire, or almost all countries, use various machines produced by rune technology for transportation, driven by magic stones, and only in rare cases by magic beasts.

The caravan relied entirely on magical beasts for transport; one after another, yellowish-brown magical beasts, shaped like camels, dragged heavy metal carts through the desolate hills.

Such a primitive method of transportation made Celia wonder if the magical technology of the Orc Empire had not developed at all.

Don't they have any ancient ruins to dig up?
Celia muttered to herself.

She was on a desolate mountain, quietly observing the caravan of merchants.

The main reason was curiosity about the appearance of orcs.

These orcs, like the desert itself, all have a rugged appearance. Even the female orcs are dressed wildly, often showing off their waists.

Some of the orcs were even naked, revealing their muscular physiques.

Celia couldn't help but think of the two little beastmen she had encountered, the catgirls Meow Blue and Meow White.

Looking back, she realized that Meow Blue and Meow White were completely different from these beastmen. The two catgirls were very pretty and had no wildness at all.

"Meow Blue and Meow White are also from the Beastman Empire, so why is there such a big difference?" Celia fell into deep thought.

She took out her bracelet, intending to check if there was any description on the Protoss network, but then discovered that the network connection here was unstable and she couldn't access the Protoss network at all.

"Uh……"

Whether in the far north or the elven forest, Celia had never encountered such a problem, especially since this place was not far from the orc tribe.

"How can this be without internet?"

The girl was shocked.

Fortunately, after arriving outside the tribal town, she finally received a Protoss network signal.

Fortunately, there is a signal, indicating that the Orc Empire is not a primitive tribe.

Celia breathed a sigh of relief. After searching for the Cat People on the Protoss Network, she discovered that the Cat People were located south of the Orc Empire, near the territory of the Elf Empire.

Most importantly, there are forests there.

It's completely different from here.

"I was originally planning to visit the catgirl tribe on the way, but it looks like I won't be able to."

The coordinates indicate a location in the central region of the Orc Empire, where there are no forests.

Celia looked at the tribal town in front of her.

This was the first city she planned to enter for supplies after her continuous journey. It was called the Kambra Tribe. According to information found on the Protoss Network, this tribe was jointly ruled by werewolves and kobolds.

However, after the orcs united to form an empire, the distinction between races was no longer so strict. In the towns of the Kambra tribe, in addition to werewolves and kobolds, other orcs also lived, making up a significant portion of the population. However, the rulers were still werewolves and kobolds, each occupying half of the territory and taking turns as tribal leaders.

After learning some basic information, Celia looked at the structure of the Kanbra tribe.

The city is predominantly yellowish-brown, similar to the desert. The buildings are similar in appearance to most cities outside, but shorter, with the tallest buildings being less than 20 stories. The city planning is completely nonexistent, resulting in rampant, uncontrolled growth.

But there were still quite a few caravans coming and going, making it quite lively.

After observing for a moment and thinking it over, Celia finally gave up on the idea of ​​disguising herself as an orc.

"I'll just pretend to be an ordinary human traveler. I don't understand the habits of orcs at all, and it won't be fun if I'm exposed."

After confirming that she now looked completely unfamiliar, Celia followed the caravan and slowly walked into the tribe.

Although the city was a bit rough and hasty, its exotic charm still filled Celia with anticipation.

Her appearance drew curious glances from the caravan members nearby.

Their whispers reached Celia's ears.

"It's actually a human. I haven't seen such a weak human in a long time."

"Shh, keep your voice down. Judging from her clothes, she looks like a sorcerer. Be careful if she hears you, or you'll get beaten up."

"Ha, what's there to be afraid of? With such a delicate body, even a sorcerer couldn't beat me."

"Why don't you give it a try?"

"Cough cough cough... The weather's nice today, haha!"

"..."

Celia fell into deep thought.

She looked at Ross: "Mr. Ross, do you think I should disguise myself as an orc? Otherwise, I feel like I'm becoming an endangered species here."

Ross smiled slightly: "It's not done yet, is it? Perhaps you can charge a fee, 5 silver coins per photo."

Celia rolled her eyes: "..."

A tiger-faced orc deliberately slowed his pace, approached Celia, and said in a deep voice, "Delicate human, here's a piece of advice: once you enter the Kanbra tribe, don't trust those werewolves and kobolds. The treacherous kobolds love to prey on outsiders."

Celia paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Thank you, you're a really nice person."

"You're welcome. My name is Landon. If you encounter any problems in the Kanbula tribe, you can come to our Barton Caravan for help."

"Okay, thank you, I'll definitely do it next time." Celia readily agreed, but didn't seem to care.

Soon, the inspection team arrived at the Barton Caravan. This caravan, composed of a race of beasts, did not encounter any difficulties during the inspection and entered smoothly after paying the fee.

After them, the werewolves guarding the city saw Celia and their eyes lit up as if they were seeing a little lamb.

"You, yes, you weak human, what are you doing here? Why did you come to our Kanbula tribe?"

"I came to pay homage to the greatness of the werewolf leader, and I am willing to spread the glorious deeds of the werewolf leader of the Kambra tribe to the entire orc empire and the world." Without blinking, Celia directly impersonated a bard.

These words made the two werewolf guards beam with joy, but they stopped her when she was about to go inside.

“I almost forgot the important thing. Take off your sorcerer's robes and let us see if you're carrying any dangerous items.” A werewolf guard rubbed his thumb and forefinger together.

Another werewolf guard scoffed, "Our orc empire hates humans. If you want to enter the city, all your weapons, scrolls, and other miscellaneous items must be handed over to us for safekeeping. Come back for them when you leave."

Celia frowned.

Is there such a rule?
They're probably trying to extort money from me.

I'm afraid my weapon won't be so easy to get.

She stopped abruptly as she was about to take out the gold coins.

"Never mind then, I won't enter this city."

Celia shook her head.

This city isn't necessarily one we have to enter.

Of course, as a fourth-tier mage, if she really wanted to go in, no one could stop her.

"and many more!"

However, while she wanted to leave, some people didn't want her to.

Seeing that she looked so easy to bully, the werewolf guard immediately stopped her.

One of them quickly ran to the front and said with ill intent, "We suspect you want to harm the Kanbula tribe. Come with us."

As Celia frowned, pondering how to give those two guys a good beating, a deep, gruff voice rang out from inside the city: "Hey, brothers, she's a friend of our Barton caravan. Give me, Landon, some face and don't make things difficult for her, okay?"

Landon walked over, his strong muscles and imposing tiger face giving him an aura that the two werewolves couldn't match.

Landon took out two silver coins and placed them in the hands of the two werewolves.

The two exchanged a glance, then looked at Celia and whispered among themselves.

"Landon is a third-tier mage, not someone to be trifled with. Should we just forget about it?"

"No way, this human is dressed so well and looks so easy to bully. He's obviously a fat sheep. If we don't fleece him, are we still werewolves?"

"That……"

"listen to me."

After whispering and discussing, a werewolf walked over and said arrogantly, "Of course, we are willing to give Landon face, but we don't have a good relationship with humans. She can't bring weapons in, and she must pay double the entrance fee."

Celia watched them quietly, about to say something, when Ross's voice came from beside her: "Give them the Sword of Ten Thousand Lights."

Celia paused for a moment, tilting her head in confusion.

However, since Ross had said so, she did as he said, taking out the Myriad Lights Sword and two silver coins—the entrance fee was one silver coin, which was a bit expensive.

The unique design of the Myriad Lights Sword immediately attracted everyone's attention. Landon hurriedly said, "Human friend, this..."

He winked frantically at Celia, trying to convey his meaning.

Celia could actually understand what he meant; he simply wanted her to produce some cheap, low-quality stuff to appease him.

That was also what Celia originally thought: either teach the two werewolves a lesson and leave, or get some junk.

But since Ross specifically requested the Myriad Lights Sword, what could Celia say? She could only give it to him.

Unlike Landon, the two werewolves grinned widely and received the Myriad Lights Sword with shining eyes.

"These silver coins aren't enough; we need at least two gold coins..."

"what--!"

Just as they were about to enjoy the view and extort some more money, the werewolf who had taken the Myriad Lights Sword suddenly screamed and threw it away as if it were a hot potato.

The Sword of Myriad Lights did not fall to the ground, but floated in the air, emitting a gentle light.

The werewolf looked at the charred hand and roared angrily, "How dare you hurt me!"

"So what if I hurt you?" Celia was gradually losing patience.

She doesn't have that much time to play bribery and kickback games with minor characters.

She herself was disgusted by such bad habits, but she didn't want to cause trouble since she was in an unfamiliar place.

But that doesn't mean she's afraid.

Celia had never seen anyone so audacious. Taking some money would have been enough; they actually wanted to confiscate the sorcerer's weapon.

Celia looked at Ross, who was smiling to the side.

Ross chuckled and said, "Do whatever you want, follow your heart."

This is what I've been waiting for!
Frost appeared on Celia's fist, and using the frost as a gauntlet, she punched the werewolf directly in the dog's face.

"You're asking for it, aren't you? You really think I'm easy to bully!"

“You, you you you…”

Snapped!
Another punch knocked down the other werewolf, his protruding face twisting into a grotesque shape.

The sudden conflict stunned Landon, and everyone else looked over, shocked to see the two werewolves lying on the ground. "My God! What did I just see?"

"Someone actually dares to fight werewolves in the Kanbra tribe?!"

"And it's a human!"

"Humans are indeed a despicable race."

"There's going to be a good show."

"..."

After finishing the fight, Celia did not leave.

My hands are itchy today.

We can't just hit once and run away.

Before the other guards arrived, Landon approached and said quickly, "Are you crazy? The chief of the Kambra tribe is a powerful fourth-tier mage, and there are many other fourth-tier mages here. You should leave now."

"Thank you, but I should be telling you this: run, or you'll get caught up in it too."

Celia remained unmoved.

Only fourth rank? I think the city lord is sixth rank.

If the tribal chief stands up for a lowly guard who tries to extort her, she wouldn't mind beating up the chief as well.

Seeing Celia's state, Landon had no choice but to leave, but not completely. He chose to watch from a distance within the city and told his caravan to go and take care of their business first, and that he would arrive later.

Celia was a little puzzled as to why this tiger-headed man was so enthusiastic, but she didn't pay much attention to it.

Let's just assume he's just here to watch the drama unfold.

Soon, the other guards were drawn over. The captain of the guards frowned slightly when he saw the two people's distorted faces. Without saying a word, he waved his hand and said, "Take her down."

"Yes!"

The werewolf squad charged in aggressively.

In less than a minute, the ground was littered with werewolves, about a dozen of them in total.

Everyone had the same symptoms: their wolf-like face was distorted by the blows, and there was some frost on it.

The captain was in the worst condition; his face was completely swollen and unrecognizable.

The onlookers... no, the beasts were all amazed and cast admiring glances at Celia.

My God, this human girl is absolutely amazing.

mad!
Before setting off, Celia did her homework. Basically, everyone who came from the Orc Empire said that most of the races in the empire were warlike, and only a few were truly treacherous and cunning.

Werewolves and kobolds also fall into the category of those who enjoy fighting.

At the same time, most of the humans who came did not like to solve problems through fighting, so the orcs had a stereotype of humans, believing that humans were as weak and cowardly as their 'small' bodies.

Although the cowardly humans suppressed them, forcing them to struggle to survive in the desert, they were still forced to form a united orc empire.

Of course, for this reason, most orcs harbor some degree of hatred towards humans.

The elves express their hatred for humans through dislike, while the orcs express it through—

provocative.

Deliberately picking fights is a common occurrence.

In this situation, you either have to endure it, or...

Let's have a fight!
Celia decided to choose the latter.

If you want things to go smoothly here, you might need to fight back first to avoid being hit a hundred times.

Coincidentally, she had long been annoyed by this practice of charging fees arbitrarily behind closed doors.

After beating up all the guards nearby, Celia looked down at the captain, whose face was bruised and swollen, and asked calmly, "Can you speak properly now?"

The captain winced in pain, but quickly nodded upon hearing this: "Yes... Ouch!"

Celia beckoned, and the Myriad Lights Sword flew into her hand. She pointed the tip at the captain and asked, "They said that we need to confiscate our weapons to enter the city, is that true?"

“No… Hiss! That’s not true. I, we… Hiss… We welcome all travelers to the Kanbula tribe… Hiss…”

"So, do you think I can enter the city now?"

"But... hiss... please feel free to enter the city..."

"That's enough. Why do you have to resort to physical violence? You only behave when you get beaten up."

Celia smiled slightly and slowly entered the city.

As they passed by Landon, Landon looked at him with admiration. After a moment's hesitation, he whispered, "Be careful, they might not let this go so easily."

"That's perfect."

A bunch of low-level mages, not even enough to tickle them.

Since we've decided to fight, let's fight to the bitter end!

The girl was eager to get started, ready for the guards to send reinforcements to block the gate.

Upon entering the Kanbula tribe, an unusual prosperity immediately comes into view.

Unlike most human empires, trade here is mostly conducted through street stalls, with stalls everywhere along the roads, offering everything from fruits and grains to various magical materials.

However, they are all low-level.

Celia's attention was focused on the fruit.

"Desert fruit? I've never tried it before."

Celia stopped in front of a stall, bought some blood-red fruit that looked like dragon fruit, and tasted it briefly.

It wasn't very sweet, but it was still pretty good and quenched my thirst.

Celia handed one to Ross: "Mr. Ross, have a taste."

"Do you think I can eat this?" Ross asked, amused.

Celia tilted her head and thought for a moment: "I remember Mr. Ross also drank juice with me before, so I think it should be okay to eat it."

"Then let me try it."

So, passersby saw a fruit floating in the air, slowly taking on a gnawed shape, until the entire fruit disappeared.

This situation made everyone who saw it feel like they had seen a ghost, and they would go around it as they passed by.

Only then did Celia realize something was wrong, and she quickly walked away.

The Kanbula tribe may not have much of anything, but there is one thing they have a lot of.

Tavern.

The streets are lined with all kinds of pubs, and noisy sounds can be heard from them even in broad daylight.

Such places are generally the best locations for gathering intelligence.

Celia walked into a bustling tavern, ordered two glasses of juice under the waiter's disdainful gaze, found a decent spot to sit down, and began eavesdropping on the conversations of the orcs around her.

—Since we're already here, why not ask around and see if there's anywhere nearby that sells specialty ingredients?

Humans seemed to be quite conspicuous in the orc empire. Celia noticed that the orcs who were speaking lowered their voices and would look over from time to time.

Celia felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by so many people.

"Are all orcs this rude?" the girl retorted.

"Do you think the orcs coming and going from a place like this would be the refined and cultured intellectuals? Roughness has become the defining characteristic of most orcs."

“That makes sense…” Celia looked around and muttered under her breath, “There aren’t any petite and cute orcs like Meow Blue and Meow White here.”

As they were talking, Celia suddenly felt the surroundings become quiet, and then a shadow enveloped the entire table.

Celia looked up and saw a huge werewolf appear at the table, immediately blocking out the light.

This werewolf was covered in white fur, and its face had features similar to a human's, but it was surrounded by wolf fur, and its ears were also covered in fur, making it look like a wolf and a dog at the same time.

The werewolf first looked across from Celia, where a glass of juice sat. Although no one was there, the juice was decreasing.

After muttering "what a ridiculous trick" under his breath, he shouted in a rough, hoarse voice, "So you're the one who beat up the gatekeeper of Kambra?"

Celia immediately became interested: "You're here for revenge?"

"Seeking revenge? I, Bosa, would never do such a ridiculous thing. However, since you dared to cause trouble in the Kanbula tribe, be prepared to accept punishment. Come, let's duel. If you lose, give me your weapon and labor in the Kanbula tribe for three months."

Celia sensed the opponent's strength: Tier 3.

I immediately lost interest.

"You're too weak, I'm not interested."

"How dare you say Bosa is weak?!" The werewolf named Bosa roared and charged forward.

The next second, he was sent flying backward and crashed into the aisle. His face was swollen, and the hair around it was covered in frost.

The surrounding orcs were immediately stunned.

They were initially watching with a "let's see what happens" attitude, and many were even betting that Celia could last a few seconds.

It turned out that they couldn't withstand it for even a second; of course, it was the werewolves who couldn't withstand it.

This strength immediately intimidated everyone. As they looked at Celia's delicate, fair fist, a hint of fear appeared in their eyes.

"What a terrifying boxer."

"My God, those tiny fists actually conceal such terrifying explosive power?"

"This is terrifying. Is this what humans are like? No wonder we can only huddle in the desert."

"It seems Bosa is in trouble today."

"Tsk tsk tsk, how ridiculous. He wanted to get revenge, but he ended up becoming the one who got revenge."

"..."

Bosa was also dumbfounded. As the shaman guardian of the Kambra tribe, he had an innate affinity for the wolf clan's ancestral totem. In the future, he was going to break through to the fourth or even fifth rank and become a powerful mage. Wouldn't he be able to win every fight against anyone?

The aura that Celia exuded was that of a third-tier mage.

Therefore, he believed that Celia had attacked him from behind.

He believed himself to be stronger than humans, even though he was at the third tier!

The laughter of those around him and the look of disgust on Celia's face made Bossa feel ashamed.

The ancestral totem shone with golden light on his chest. He roared, launched himself forward, and unleashed terrifying power, rushing towards Celia at an incredible speed.

Then it flew backward at an even faster speed, rolled several times on the ground, and only stopped when it hit the wall.

The eruption of the ancestral totem triggered exclamations from countless orcs, but these exclamations soon ceased, leaving them speechless with astonishment.

With another punch, she sent Bosa, who was blessed by the ancestral totem, flying. Celia looked at her little fist and fell into deep thought.

After a while, she looked like she still wanted more.

"The enhancement from dragon language magic is truly powerful!"

Today, Celia is a close-range tactician.

And look, it's like little fists are punching your chest!
(End of this chapter)