The bard fantasized again.

Chapter 198 A Whip and a Date (11,000+ views, please subscribe and vote)

"Of course, it's to ensure the survival of the entire tribe!"

In front of a group of orcs, Barbaya raised the banner of morality.

Even though she understood that most orcs only cared about what they would eat that night and who would feed them.

And at this very moment, we must bury this young chieftain in the earth, so that he may never rise again.

She waved her hand, signaling her 'servant,' the drooling slug, to smash open the fence and enter the blood-soaked arena:

"Because of your mistake, we lost our food."

This will only cause your tribe to fight amongst themselves for the last piece of meat!
You lack the ability to lead your tribe to prosperity; you have lost your right to be a chief!

Now, someone more suitable than you will challenge you and replace you.

"You slug, take a good look at the woman in front of you, think about the scar on your stomach, it's time to take back everything that's rightfully yours!"

"Roar--"

Hound pushed through the crowd, wielding his twin axes, and charged toward Shyvana.

He had a lot to say.

However, his damaged brain prevented him from organizing his thoughts into language.

Sivana pulled him aside:
"Hurk, let me do it."

She positioned the giant axe beside her, staring directly at the giant who held aloft his club—she had barely reached the slug's chest.
"What I could do a year ago, I can still do now."

That prison where slugs were kept was not a prison to prevent him from taking revenge.

Rather, it was a haven that protected him from having his head chopped off.

Throughout her year as chief, she was constantly waiting for an opportunity to deal with the other party.

She believed she could do it.

"Hoo, ha!"

"Hoo, ha!"

"Hoo, ha!"

Few of the onlookers cared about the truth of the matter.

They only care about the outcome.

Deep down, I even hope that the slug will win this fight.

Because he, or rather, Barbaya behind him, could provide him with enough to eat, even if only temporarily.

The Sky Turtle tastes really good; Shyvana would absolutely not allow them to slaughter it.

The orc children on the tortoise shells, witnessing this transfer of power, couldn't help but ask:

Who do you hope will win?

“Old chief! No, new chief? After all, she hasn’t lost yet, she’s still the chief in name and in fact.”

"But she didn't bring the food back."

"Then she won't allow those goblins to challenge us and steal the meat from us!"

"Shivana!"

The slug sprayed its saliva onto the blood-soaked ground. On its broad, pig-like face, resembling that of an orc, there was only a desire for revenge for the scar on its stomach.

He moved with heavy steps and smashed a thick, tree-trunk-like stick down on her head.

She stomped her feet on the ground, then raised the giant axe in her hand, twisted her waist, and smashed it down on the giant club.

"Boom!"

A tremendous force, as heavy as a mountain, was suddenly transmitted to her arms.

To prevent the giant axe from slipping from her grasp, Shyvana tried to wrestle, but then felt an immense force suddenly vanish.

The slug is raising its arm and then swinging it down again.

"Boom!"

She fought back again, but felt as if her legs were nailed to the ground.

"Boom!"

Then let's take root underground!

She doesn't know how to dodge or maneuver!

She's not going to hide like a vagrant!
"Boom!"

Each jolt helped Shyvana's body adapt to the gravity.

She had been holding back her anger, and as the giant club clashed with the axe blade for the third time, she suddenly roared.

The phantom of a savage bear stretched out from behind Shyvana, its well-built muscles suddenly bulging with veins and becoming thicker.

Blood-red eyes and silver axe blades were closely connected in mid-air, and the phantom of a bear paw seemed to be swinging upwards, this time actually forcefully hammering the giant club back!

The slug stumbled as a result, lifting its toes and almost backing away.

He quickly stepped back with his right leg, trying to support his bulky body.

The immense momentum of the upward slash prevented Shyvana from capitalizing on her advantage.

She simply let go, allowing the giant axe to break free. In that instant when her hands were free, she lowered her waist, leaned against the other's stomach, and slammed her shoulder into the slug's ribs.

The powerful thrust, like that of a bear, caused the already unsteady slug to lose its balance, and with a "thud," it tilted its head back and was about to fall to the ground.

Taking advantage of the brief moment, she suddenly pulled her legs, which were firmly planted on the ground, and reached behind her with her hands.

The giant axe that had been thrown into the air spun back into her hand in an instant, landing precisely in her palm.

She swung her giant axe, slicing a silvery crescent moon through the air, its light mirroring the crimson glow emanating from her bloodshot eyes—

The slug had just collapsed and had no time to react.

So this axe blow will cut into his bloated neck, chopping up the fat and flesh together, to appease her long-standing resentment!
Just as I was having this fantasy, the slug suddenly opened its huge, foul-smelling mouth.

His throat churned, and a ball of scarlet flame surged into his mouth.

Amidst the scorching wind, a fireball the size of a fist suddenly shot towards Shyvana!

"What!?"

This was a move that Shyvana had not anticipated.

She had never seen slugs used.

There was no time to think further. The moment the axe blade collided with the fireball, smoke and pungent sulfur exploded!

"Boom!"

With a deafening roar, she was thrown back by the repulsive force.

The flames scorched her skin; she felt more horror than pain.

After circling twice in the air, it landed relatively smoothly, and the slug managed to stand up at that moment.

The mouth and nose, which were originally covered with saliva and snot, were now filled with only a wisp of black smoke.

He then opened his mouth wide and continued breathing.

The fireball was unleashed again, and Shyvana still swung her axe to block it.

The same tremors and anxiety tormented her hands, and in an instant, the shadow of the giant rod covered her face.

There's no escaping it.

Then we'll have no choice but to trade injuries!

She turned her head away, letting the giant club smash her left shoulder, but with a swing of her right arm, she struck the other man squarely in the stomach, crossing over with an old wound from a year ago.

Thick blood splattered from her torn flesh onto her cheeks, but ignoring the pain, Shyvana twisted her body, gripped the giant axe in one hand, and once again wrestled with the slug's massive club.

But they discovered that his stick had somehow become like charcoal, with scattered sparks flickering in the darkness, and swirling black smoke emanating from it.

The axe blade and the fire poker clashed again, but a burst of intense heat erupted from the blackened charcoal, causing Shyvana to fly uncontrollably into the crowd.

"Hoo, ha!"

"Hoo, ha!"

"Hoo, ha!"

Lying on the ground, Shyvana felt her skin and bones trembling from the flames engulfing her.

She knew very well that these cheers were not for her.

She couldn't blame these so-called 'tribe members'.

Few of them possessed thought or compassion.

The pursuit of power is simply in their nature.

The "Rage" ability made her pain negligible, and the surge of adrenaline made her feel like she could still fight.

So he wanted to stand up—

"Boom!"

The fireball exploded again on her back, burning her leather armor, but even more deadly was the tremor transmitted through her spine:
"Who the hell taught you this?"

In a contest of strength alone, I would never lose to this bastard.

In the struggle, this fireball, like a bomb, became the key to victory.

But that wasn't a power he possessed!
Otherwise, how could I have seized the chieftainship a year ago?
Even in her frenzy, her skin was almost like rock.

They couldn't withstand the repeated bombings either!
"Revenge! Revenge!"

Slugs are intellectually challenged and can only utter a few rare common phrases, but these are enough to express their meaning.

Just as he was covering the open scars on his body and raising his stick to smash Shyvana's head, a roar abruptly interrupted the fair fight.

Hound finally rushed forward and hammered two axes into the slug's back, embedding them into his shoulder blades: "Brother, protect, sister."

This is an unjust act.

But he still instinctively felt that obeying the tribe's rules was not as important as saving Shyvana's life.

This did buy Shyvana some breathing room—

The scars on his back caused the slug to suddenly turn around and slam the stick into his uneven brain.

Along with the immense force of the swing, flames also clung to the club.

Amidst the deafening roar of the explosion, Houk was slammed directly into the crowd.

"Roar!"

Shyvana struggled to her feet, and seeing that the slug's attention was drawn to Hound, she dragged her slow steps toward swinging her club and smashing it into Hound's head.

She quickly tried to throw the giant axe with one hand, aiming for the slug's arm—

"Bang, bang!"

Two invisible repulsive forces suddenly blasted her to the ground amidst the blood, and the giant axe flew away into the distance.

Barbaya, her voice hoarse, sneered:
"You are the ones who broke the rules of the gladiatorial combat!"

Even under the effects of [Berserk], Shyvana was still able to struggle to her feet.

She lunged at the slug to stop the club that was being thrown at her—

But that seemed to be a distant shore she could never reach.

A sense of humiliation welled up in her heart.

She certainly remembered this humiliation, just as she remembered the old man's death.

Those mercenaries from the south will draw their weapons and stab you the moment they see your skin color, even if you are still a child.

To them, Shyvana was an enemy who should be annihilated.

But for Houke, she was family he should protect.

She remembered how Hook had pulled her into his arms.

The hammer struck his skull squarely.

He's not dead.

They simply lost the ability to think.

But the blood of that stinky old man truly flows in his veins.

Those educations and instincts that originate from one's very being require no thought:

"Brother, protect, sister..."

He believed that this was what he should do.

“My…Shiva…take good care of her…”

The obsession with the old man when he was completely disfigured lingered in her mind.

She didn't actually understand the specific meaning behind those words.

Take good care of my son?
Or should I take care of my tribe?
But she didn't seem to be able to do any of them—

The scorching fire poker was about to smash into Houk's brain.

She feared that her brother would suffer the same fate as their father.

"don't want!!!"

She cried out, completely bewildered as to how she had ended up in this situation.

But it was too late to turn back.

But for her—

"【Silver Light Sharp Words】!"

"Boom!"

The giant club abruptly deviated from its trajectory and slammed into the ground next to Houk's ear without warning. The explosion sent scorched earth flying, but failed to smash his brain into a pulp.

"Aim at his stick!"

"Buzz."

Two silver gauntlets ripped through the sky, carrying with them rolling waves of wind and silver light, and bombarded the fire stick that was being swung up again like cannonballs. The force field energy impacted the sparks in the charcoal and ignited the flames within.

A burst of heat suddenly erupted from the slug's stick, pushing it two steps backward and causing it to plop down on the ground.

"Do you know how long I waited on the sidelines to find the right time to enter?"

Tang Qi's voice lingered in Sivana's ears.

She felt both relieved and ashamed.

It turns out she really needed this bastard's help.

"who is it!?"

Atop the tower, Barbaya, her gaze fixed on the arena, finally realized the arrival of these uninvited guests.

But she couldn't spot him in the crowd.

Until Tang Qi and his companions emerged from the haystacks in the stable.

Barbaya would never forget that human who stabbed her through the neck with a scimitar:
"It's you!?"

Standing in the relatively empty 'arena', Tang Qi looked towards the old goblin in the tower:
Why do short people always like to stand in tall places?

"Don't fucking try to pin this on me." Shattered Stone gritted his teeth.

"Look, I'm getting stressed again, and I haven't even said anything yet."

They were all quite familiar with Xingmei Town, so they took a long detour and easily arrived at the stables located in the center of town. Then, they hid nearby for a long time, taking advantage of the shade of the trees and haystacks.

He would never step forward when the situation wasn't so critical.

How can you know how precious hope is without experiencing despair?

Domestication requires more than just prolonged oppression and fear.

Give a whip, then feed a sweet date.

Shyvana will cherish this 'redemption'.

In medical terms, this is called post-traumatic stress disorder.

"Perfect, perfect!"

Enemies meeting are bound to be filled with intense hatred.

Barbaya had wanted to avenge that day for a long time.

Now that Shyvana has been defeated, and Tang Qi has conveniently delivered himself to her doorstep, she's managed to resolve two grievances in a single day—it couldn't be more satisfying!
"Shvana has violated the rules of the gladiatorial combat and has lost her qualification as chieftain!"
"Slug, it's time to mobilize your army!"

"Mobilize the troops!"

The slug simply repeated Barbaya's commands.

When he pointed the fire poker at Tang Qi and his group, the large number of beastmen who had been gathered outside the fence broke through the barrier.

Not all the orcs in the tribe were watching at that moment.

Sleeping, fighting, and idle members of the clan filled every corner of Starplum Town, which ironically scattered their strength.

But it was still a small 'army', with nearly a hundred people.

"Ouch!"

Ambi cautiously crouched low, on all fours, looking more and more like a snow-white wolf cub.

Tang Qi grabbed her by the collar and threw her into the haystack behind him:
"Children should not participate."

"Why!"

Ambi emerged from the haystack, baring its sharp claws in displeasure.
"Didn't you say Ambition was important? Ambition can fight too!"

"Because I don't need you."

Tang Qi coaxed and comforted the child.
"Don't you know? The ace is always the last one to be played."

"It seems so?"

While the little girl hesitated, Tang Qi had already taken down his lute—

Although it's hard to call it a scimitar, the martial arts skills learned from mastering a scimitar won't be forgotten, and can still be used to some extent.

He looked at the dawn:
"Are you sure?"

Since stepping into the deep well, Dawn had suffered setbacks all the way, and in the end, she couldn't even withstand a single sword strike from Leon. In fact, she had been holding back a lot of anger.

If it weren't for her broken sword, it would have been difficult to inflict serious damage on the beastmen; she was prepared to fight until dawn.

But the orc before them, no matter how tough its skin, wouldn't be any tougher than that of a beastman:

Is this considered a 'one against a hundred' challenge?

"One and a half, I guess."

With the [Arctic Power Armor], Tang Qi had no need to worry about her combat attrition.

To be honest, it's questionable whether these orcs can even break through the plate armor's defenses.

Standing behind the shield of rubble—

Squat down.

Then pluck the strings and sing a song:
"Stumbling and fleeing was my embarrassing yesterday,"
All the shame has been transformed into today's trials.

Then I will wield the sword of revenge.
Let your enemies say goodbye to your future self.

(End of this chapter)