The bard fantasized again.

Chapter 42 Our Minds Unite (Please continue reading)

To tell the truth.

When he saw his foolish subordinates trying to chop the human and the annoying old goblin to death with an axe.

Shyvana was somewhat looking forward to it.

The [Roar] tribe has always been a hybrid of orcs, goblins, and giants.

They do not venerate bloodlines.

It is 'power'.

This is the creed of many orc tribes.

Whether you are an orc, a goblin, or any other species, as long as you can demonstrate your value and prove your strength, the tribe will have a reason to accept you.

Otherwise, she, a mixed-race person, wouldn't have fought her way up to the position of chief.

But Barbaya, the old prophet of the goblin race, was far more prestigious than the new chieftain.

This is not only because the old prophet is the only spellcaster in the tribe who can hear the 'guidance of the gods'.

The tribe has always revered this belief.

Furthermore, she was a woman who should have been taken to a 'pig cage' by her tribe for childbirth.

Now that he has become a leader, he has incurred the resentment of some old guys.

Of course, it was also inseparable from her agreeing to that deal.

To escape the black fog of the south, they used a large teleportation array to lead their entire tribe to migrate to this forest, and then decided to head to that town.

The tribe has not been able to carry out raids for two months.

All the tribesmen were filled with resentment, thinking only of unleashing their killing and hunger once they reached that town.

This, in turn, gave the old prophet the opportunity to spread falsehoods and mislead the public.

She repeatedly emphasized leading by example.

He led an advance force and plundered some humans in the forest, earning him considerable respect.

Many of her people are now disillusioned with her short reign and are secretly following Barbaya's orders.

It was this time that she encountered a tough opponent, which caused her to stumble and fall into a ditch.

If it were possible for her to die on the migration route, it would be the best thing for Shyvana.

But this idea can only remain a thought.

Barbaya was, after all, a prophet who listened to the 'oracle'.

If the tribespeople find out that they are neglecting their duties, the entire [Fierce Roar] tribe will fall apart during the migration.

Thinking about this, Shyvana even felt a bit resentful.

Why didn't this human sever the old goblin's neck directly?

"Let her go, and I'll leave you with a whole corpse."

Despite noticing some clues.

But this did not help Tang Qi escape.

Rather than any "scheme" from those in power, his immediate priority is to save his own life.

She gripped the scimitar that had pierced the sorcerer tightly, not pulling it out simply to stop the wound from bleeding to death.

Tang Qi simply said, "I won't kill her, but you let us leave."

This giant axe that blocked the orcs must have been made by the person in front of us.

This means that the goblins she has are of great importance to her.

He must make good use of the card he has.

"Kill me if you want, I don't want to listen to your human nonsense!"
If I really asked you to kill, would you dare to do it?

Shyvana is not like those foolish orcs under her command.

She knew exactly what the humans in front of her were planning.

"Okay. I'll listen to you."

Tang Qi gritted his teeth, decisively pulled out the curved knife, and stabbed her in the left abdomen again.

As they were about to pull out the knife and stab it a third time, it was the old goblin, whose neck was being choked, who couldn't take it anymore and howled in agony:
"Stop! Stop! You foolish children, open your eyes and see what this newly appointed clan leader is doing—"

"Shivana, your people will remember how you treated me!"

Shyvana knew that those two stabs wouldn't kill the old goblin.

You could tell from the faint green glow clinging to the wound on her waist and abdomen.

Her body was filled with an aura of death, which alleviated her injuries.

[False Life], that seems to be the name of that spell.

But I really can't let this human keep poking around like this:

"Alright, then let's trade one life for another!"

With a wave of her hand, she ordered her orcs to push a group of humans forward.

The wolf and the caravan's master and servant have long since disappeared.

These are several ordinary mercenaries who were unable to escape and were trapped.

Along with several adventurers who had wandered into the Dawn Forest and been captured.

They were bound together, sobbing, and casting hopeful glances at Tang Qi, as if trying to tell him, 'We are all human, we are one family.'

"You, or them, or even the people in that town. Choose one, and trade one life for another!"

Town?

Tang Qi and Black Snake exchanged a glance.

Is this orc tribe heading towards Starplum Town?
Regardless of their motives, this seemingly fair transaction is not safe.

Each orc adheres to different creeds.

It depends on the differences between tribes. 'Conquest,' 'faith,' 'power,' 'hatred'...

But the one thing they failed to do was keep their promise.

Tang Qi doesn't gamble:
"She gave her life in exchange for the three of us."

"Rua?"

I never expected that I would have anything to do with this.

Kuru's eyes immediately welled up with tears—

Actually, it was because of the effect of the [Fear Spell] that it was so frightened that it cried its eyes out.

But now, it doesn't mind telling Tang Qi:

These are tears of emotion.

“It’s not worth it.” Shyvana shook her head.

She absolutely hates negotiating.

These cunning humans are never straightforward.

Tang Qi insisted:
Which is more valuable, an ant's life or an elephant's life?

"They're all worthless."

Which is more valuable, your life or mine?

"I."

"A one-for-three trade is too simplistic."
Life has always been divided into high and low, noble and base;

The facts are right in front of you.
You should consider my opinion.

Tang Qi sang softly, keeping a close eye on the expression on the orc's face.

He was unsure whether these guys, known for their impatience and brutality, could be influenced by the "Friendship Technique" and calm down to be his friend for even a minute.

It doesn't matter if they pursue and kill their 'friends' afterward.

One minute was enough for them to escape into the forest.

Sivana frowned.

She preferred the stirring battle cries and couldn't bear to listen to these lighthearted tunes.

She likes to fight when she disagrees and doesn't like to listen to reason.

But for some reason, for a fleeting moment, she inexplicably saw a resemblance to her father in this human being—

"Shivana, the reason we kill and plunder is never because of any primal bestiality or any divine curse."

It's not that we want to live, but that we want to live well.

We strive for strength to live better, and indulge our desires to live happily.

But their shortsightedness prevents them from understanding that when disaster strikes, we will no longer be as prosperous as we once were.

In order to survive, we can only learn to suppress our emotions and restrain ourselves…

"You old geezer, you're so annoying."

Sivana couldn't help but spit.

Tang Qi was taken aback.

So, these orcs don't even have the concept of 'friends'?

Since that's the case, and time is limited, he can only...

Tang Qi winked at Black Snake and Kuru.

The two exchanged a glance, as if they understood each other.

Seeing this, Tang Qi stepped forward.

The black snake gripped its curved blade tightly.

Kuru took a step forward.

Their minds were united!

The three of them said at the same time—

"I'm here to join you!"

"Where to run?"

"Spare your life!"

"..."

Tang Qi and the other two looked at each other in bewilderment.

Black Snake was about to unleash a torrent of curses, but Tang Qi interrupted him first:

"Your orc tribes must have a tradition of recruiting strong individuals, right?"
Regardless of how you crossed the Great Wall, now that you've ventured deep into the heart of the Lords' Alliance, you're bound to face numerous threats.

Capturing this goblin spellcaster has already proven our capabilities.

As a human, I can also help you familiarize yourself with the surrounding geography.

The two people and the dog looked at each other with unwavering eyes.

One of them held a knife to meet the enemy.

One of them simply knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

Sivana probably never imagined that her single-threaded brain would one day crash.

Sure enough, no one could fathom what these cunning humans were thinking.

Tang Qi failed to realize that his "friendship skills" had succeeded.

So much so that the young chief actually began to consider what use they could be.

Most importantly, how to capitalize on Barbaya's failure.

(End of this chapter)