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Chapter 110 The Backstabber! The New King!

Ye Mingqiu stood at the heart of the battlefield, holding the blood spear, like a towering mountain. Just by standing there, he exuded a breathtaking sense of oppression.

He watched the orc warriors fighting and narrowed his eyes to activate a detection spell.

【Aga (Level 4 Elite)】

【Life: 840】

[Attributes: Strength: 25, Agility: 20, Constitution: 35, Spirit: 6]

Its attributes are exceptionally high, far exceeding those of a normal elite, and even approaching those of a lord-level psionicist.

However, he has no skills!
It's not just this one; almost all orcs lack skills. At most, they might have passive abilities like "thick-skinned" or "battle-hardened." They have virtually no active skills, and their skill set is quite limited compared to normal elites of the same level.

This is an extremely specialized template that sacrifices skills and learning ability in exchange for high attributes.

All the orcs on the battlefield were like this; they were savage and brutal, and fought more on instinct than on skill and strategy.

Most of these orcs were between level 3 and 5, all of them elite, with almost no leader-level orcs.

It seems that the Black Fang Tribe and the Blood Axe Tribe are not powerful tribes, with few even chieftain-level orcs, let alone higher-ranking kings and overlords.

but
This specialized type of orc is considered a relatively difficult type to fight for Ye Mingqiu.

Because specialized orcs are more durable, they can withstand one or two attacks from Ye Mingqiu by relying on their level and health. On the surface, it may not seem like much difference if they get one or two more basic attacks, but in reality, when facing an attack from countless enemies, this is a qualitative difference.

Moreover, the attributes of leader-level orcs are also specialized, with very high strength. If you rush in, you might actually cause them substantial damage, and if there are too many of them, it will be very troublesome.

If I were surrounded by tens of thousands of level 5 boss-level orcs, I would probably be in a very difficult situation, and I might die if I didn't use [Tyrant Form].

The orcs were far too powerful.
However, even such powerful orcs naturally have their own flaws and weaknesses.

Their mental attributes are very low. When faced with mental attacks like [Killing Intent Wave], which deal more damage the greater the difference in mental attributes, orcs will likely find it difficult to resist, and ordinary orcs will be instantly killed.

Ye Mingqiu slowly raised his head, his gaze fixed on Bloodscar, the leader of the Blood Axe Tribe. His surging killing intent and fighting spirit burned like fire. He stood amidst the waves of the battlefield, like an unbreakable reef. Even if he was occasionally struck by arrows, it was nothing more than a gentle breeze to him.

"A monster! This monster!"

Bloodscar stared at the giant orc over four meters tall, his eerie green pupils trembling as fear spread through his heart like a plague, gradually engulfing him.

He regretted it! He was scared!

He turned around angrily, grabbed the gray-robed man's collar with his massive, thick hand, and roared as if venting his anger, "This is your scheme! Your plot? You've destroyed the Bloodaxe Tribe! You sinner!"

"Don't panic, hero. It's not that we can't fight him. We can fight him with the strength of fellow heroes." The man in the gray robe spoke calmly and without any anger or surprise. The only thing that bothered him was the spittle that Blood Scar had just splattered on his face.

It's really vulgar and disgusting.
"Heroes? What heroes? You humans?!" Scar roared again.

Even though he was in dire straits, he still maintained his orcish arrogance. He looked down on humans, believing them to be weak and incompetent, far inferior to the orcs in strength and power. He arrogantly despised human heroes and strongmen.

“I will prove it to you.”

The gray-robed man casually waved his staff, an invisible force shaking off the bloodstain. He elegantly straightened his sleeves, and a murderous intent gradually crept into his indifferent gaze.

This killing intent was specifically directed at Bloodscar, the leader of the Bloodaxe tribe. He didn't mind finding a leader who was easy to control, as long as he was useful and efficient. However, if the other party could not fulfill his expected value, then his survival would be irrelevant.

What he needed was neither Bloodscar nor the power of the Bloodaxe tribe, but rather to use Bloodscar and the Bloodaxe tribe to break through the Blacktooth tribe and obtain what he desired.

"Humph!"

Scarface grunted, turned his head to look in the direction of the battlefield, and said nothing more.

The gray-robed man looked at the orc giant leading the Black Fang tribe warriors in battle, and as he watched the giant continuously kill the Blood Axe orcs, his gaze became serious.

According to his understanding, giant orcs are orc heroes who excel at charging into battle. They are leader-level orcs, and a few of the strongest giant orcs can reach the level of weak kings. They are a great weapon on the orc battlefield and can exert an incredibly terrifying effect.

The king-level warriors are indeed invincible in these small-scale tribal wars, and it's normal that only the chief-level Blood Axe chief, Blood Scar, is afraid of them.

But
We have an entire team of hero-level psionicists! We have a well-balanced team composition; we have excellent teamwork; we have experience in killing king-level powerhouses.

Even the mighty orc kings who are skilled in warfare will not frighten us. Being skilled in warfare does not mean we are not afraid of being besieged.

"Humph!"

The gray-robed man smiled, narrowed his eyes, and cast a detection spell on the giant orc. This was the most basic preparation before the battle. Although he could roughly predict the giant orc's attributes, using the detection spell was more accurate and more beneficial for the team's encirclement and suppression.

[Prompt: Detection failed]

Ok?
Suddenly, the smile on the gray-robed man's face vanished, and his expression turned solemn. The giant orc's special attributes were physique and strength, while his detection technique judged the attribute of spirit. Even if the other party was wearing equipment that could block detection, it should not be completely blocked.

How is this going?

[Hint: You have attracted the attention of Grom Garr, the Bloodfang (view general information)]

Blood-corroded Fang?

The gray-robed man tilted his head in confusion, thinking: Isn't it only overlord-level units that can view some surface information to prevent psionicists from courting disaster? How come even giant orcs can see it? Could it be...?
Blood-Eroded Fang - Grom Garr

Level 2 Overlord

Holy crap! A true overlord!
This giant orc is the overlord!

The gray-robed man didn't care about rank. His gaze changed drastically in an instant, and he quickly walked to Bloodscar's side and said, "Chief, I have thought of a way to deal with him and eliminate him in the shortest time possible."

"any solution?"

"That is"

The gray-robed man's voice trailed off, and a hidden surge of spiritual energy gathered on his hands behind his back, which he released instantly after a brief moment of charging.

[Bound by Thorns]

In an instant, seven or eight thorns made of spiritual energy took shape and attacked from all directions at lightning speed, taking control of the unsuspecting Bloodscar.

"Despicable traitors! Filthy humans!"

Bloodscar roared angrily, trying his best to break free, but the binding force was terrifying, and he, a level 5 leader orc, was completely unable to break free.

The next moment, a dark shadow darted out from the shadows, a sharp blade flashing across the neck. The blood-scarred man, who had been struggling just moments before, fell to the ground, his eyes filled with unbelievable shock. His gaping maw, still bleeding, trembled as if he wanted to say something.

But nobody cared about this loser.

The man who emerged from the shadows casually flicked the blood off his dagger and asked, "What's wrong? Weren't you planning to use the Blood Axe Tribe to wipe out the Black Fang Tribe?"

Although he didn't know what had happened, out of trust in his teammates, he assisted the gray-robed man the moment he acted, killing the Bloodscar leader as quickly as possible—this was the most basic form of trust. "That giant orc is the Overlord."

The man in the gray robe answered.

"Overlord? Well done!"

The assassin understood everything in an instant.

The overlord-level powerhouses are all ridiculously strong. Even a level 1 overlord is beyond their ability to contend with. It is clearly stated in the textbooks that psionicists can never defeat an overlord head-on.

Even if they are a level 4 hero team, even if the overlord is only level 1, it doesn't matter. The strength of the overlord-level natives is just that terrifying.

"Then what should we do next?"

"Surrender and swear allegiance."

"Is it necessary to go to this extent?"

"Hey."

The gray-robed man sighed deeply and replied, "If I could, I wouldn't want to either, but just now, when I used a detection spell on him, he noticed me."

"You've been noticed?"

The assassin glanced in shock at the towering orc, then at the gray-robed man, and said incredulously, "Really? It can still detect you from this distance? Aren't giant orcs supposed to be weak in mental attacks?"

"A hegemon cannot be judged by common sense, but his combat intuition is indeed ridiculously strong."

"Indeed"

The assassin picked up the scarred man's head and said, "Orcs take pride in taking the heads of powerful enemies. Hopefully, this head will earn us some goodwill. How did that guy even sense that it was seventy or eighty meters long?"

"Seventy or eighty meters?"

The gray-robed man repeated in confusion. He remembered that when he probed before, the distance was still nearly two hundred meters. How could the difference be so great?

The next moment, a dark shadow enveloped him. The man did not turn around, but he could feel an extremely terrifying bloodthirsty aura behind him. The surging aura was like thousands of sharp thorns piercing into every inch of his skin.

He has arrived.

That's too fast! It's incredibly fast! What about the orcs on the battlefield? What are they doing? Couldn't they have stopped them in such a short time?
The gray-robed man turned stiffly, looking at the giant orc nearly three times his own height, at the blood-stained armor on his body, and at the orc's mangled limbs behind him. He saw a terrifying footprint on one of the orcs, as if it had been trampled to death.

This is terrifying! Is this what a true overlord is like?
“My esteemed Lord Blood Fang, we are not enemies.” The gray-robed man bowed his head, gesturing for the assassin beside him to present Blood Scar’s head.

Since they are not dead yet, it means that this overlord has not yet decided to kill them immediately, and there is still a little hope for their survival.

Ye Mingqiu glanced at Bloodscar's head. He wasn't a real orc and was completely unmoved by such flattery.

"when!"

The terrifying blood spear fell, embedding itself in the ground beside the gray-robed man, shattering the boulder. A crimson, terrifying aura immediately swept over him, causing the gray-robed man's heart to race as he deeply felt the terror emanating from death.

Immediately afterwards, the giant orc lowered its head, its enormous eyes, as bright as searchlights, drawing closer. Its scorching breath tore off the man's hat, disheveling his clothes and causing his skin to tremble. The hand holding the staff involuntarily began to move, emitting a chilling sound:
"Were you spying on me just now?"

"Your Majesty, please forgive my offense. I will become your henchman and serve you."

The gray-robed man lowered his stance even further, his gaze fixed intently on the pre-emptive escape device within the storage space, ready to activate it at any moment.

The reason he didn't leave was neither because he wasn't afraid of death nor because he wanted to take risks, but because his teammates were all there. If he left, he would survive, but his teammates would likely perish. He had to fight desperately to find a chance to live.

"lackey?"

Ye Mingqiu smiled, but his smile appeared incredibly terrifying and ferocious on the face of the giant orc. He laughed wildly, his voice booming like thunder.

He asked sarcastically, "Traitor, how will you prove your loyalty? Offer up your proof of betrayal?"

“You are a wise king; what you need are valuable henchmen, not empty loyalty.” The gray-robed man took a pouch from his robes and handed it over.

Ye Mingqiu took the bag with his giant hand, opened it, and found it full of gold coins.

[Hint: You have received 102 gold coins]

It's a gold coin. This kind of gold coin can be used directly within this world, or it can be taken out of the world and exchanged for currency in other worlds. It has a very good value.

"Interesting humans, let me continue to see your value," Ye Mingqiu said, accepting the gold coins.

[Hint: Recruitment requirements met. Will/Will you include Scarred in the Blackfang Tribe?]

Oh? Can I recruit psionicists on behalf of the Blackfang Tribe? That's interesting.
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The next moment, the gray-robed man saw a notification from the spirit world appear before his eyes.

[Notification: You have joined the Black Fang Tribe]

Current Reputation Level: Indifferent

"Crack!"

The giant orc stood up, pulled out his blood spear, turned and walked back to the Blackfang tribe, stepping over the remains of his enemies and following in blood-stained footprints.

The war on the battlefield was not over. The orcs of the Blackfang tribe were still fighting, desperately killing the last remnants of the Bloodaxe tribe.

They were fearless and possessed incredible vitality. Their wounds healed and regenerated at an extremely fast pace, allowing them to kill the Bloodaxe tribe's orcs with frenzied attacks.

Standing at the heart of the battlefield, Ye Mingqiu watched the Blackfang Orcs wreak havoc and the shaman atop the watchtower. He proudly raised his blood-red spear and roared to the world, "I, Bloodfang, am your king!"

"Blood-Eroded Fangs!"

"Blood-Eroded Fangs!"

Countless orcs roared in unison, a sound of glory and recognition. Their howls echoed through the heavens and earth, as if swearing their loyalty to the world.

[Hint: You have gained the approval of over 60% of the Blackfang Tribe orcs, and you have become the leader of the Blackfang Tribe]

Ye Mingqiu smiled and continued to shout, "I am Grom Garr! King!"

"Gal!"

"Gal!"

Amidst thunderous cheers, the last Bloodaxe Orcs were annihilated, and a new king ascended the throne.

(End of this chapter)