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Chapter 111 A Choice! Attack Blood Axe!
【Main Mission】

First Ring - The Black Tooth Disaster
Mission objective: Save the Blackfang tribe from being destroyed by the Bloodaxe tribe.

Quest Reward: 500 Psionic Points

Task status: Completed

[Submit task/Do not submit task?]

After a brief moment of thought, Ye Mingqiu decided to postpone submitting the quest, leaving the main quest aside for now. He would explore the Beast God Continent as much as possible and submit the quest after he had fought his way through the battles.

Otherwise, if he accidentally completes the main quest, he'll have to return early.

Walled City Hall
Ye Mingqiu, who had transformed into a giant orc, sat imposingly on the highest throne. The seat, which was originally wide and majestic with countless enemy skulls stuck on both sides, looked rather small and pitiful after the giant orc sat down.

He leaned against the throne, resting his chin on his hand, looking down at the priest—the skeleton shaman—and Mogna, the daughter of the former chieftain, who were kneeling before him, and asked:
"Are you my summoner?"

"Yes, Your Excellency Bloodtooth Fang, the Blackfang Tribe needs your salvation." The Bone Shaman knelt on the ground, his attitude utterly sincere.

As a shaman of a tribe, the skeleton possessed an immense amount of knowledge, which naturally included many heroes in the history of the Blackfang tribe. Of course, he knew about the Blood-Eroded Fang - Grom Garr.

He is the strongest giant orc, possessing unparalleled strength and physique.

But
This guy seems even stronger than Grom Garr in history? Generally speaking, most historical figures with positive attributes have fictional or exaggerated elements, and the history of the orcs is similar. Therefore, the Bone Shaman had already prepared for Bloodfang not to be as strong as historical records suggest.

However, the truth is that Grom Garr, summoned as a hero, is stronger and more intelligent than in history.

He must have offended the historians.
The skeleton thought so.

"Well, give me a brief overview of the Black Fang tribe: how many resources they have, how many warriors they have, and which hostile forces they can attack," Ye Mingqiu asked.

That Blood-Eroded Fang is a bit too reckless.
After a brief moment of thought, the skeleton replied, "The situation in the Black Fang tribe is quite tense. Winter is approaching, and most of our original food supplies were burned in the war with the Blood Axe tribe. The remaining food will probably only last for a week."

"If there's no food, won't you just grab it?" Ye Mingqiu asked matter-of-factly.

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"What, have you become mute?"

Ye Mingqiu revealed an angry expression. As a giant orc, it was normal for him to act a little brainless.

As long as the problem can be solved efficiently, it doesn't matter if the process is misunderstood by some people.

"Your Majesty, our Blackfang tribe now has less than three hundred orc warriors left. With such a fighting force, it's already a miracle we're not being attacked. I'm afraid we'll launch an offensive against other tribes."

"If I'm not afraid, why are you?"

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The skeleton was speechless. He seemed to understand why the historian had described the Blood-Eroded Fang that way. If he were the historian, he would never have praised such a creature.

But if he were to speak of disobedience, he feared that he would be pierced through the chest by a spear the next moment, and his head would be hung on the stockade wall for all to see.

This is a difficult situation!
However, soon, a series of crisp footsteps came from outside the fortress. The skeleton subconsciously turned around and found that it was a human in a gray robe who was walking towards it.

He narrowed his cloudy eyes slightly, sensing a powerful magical energy emanating from the human. This guy was probably no ordinary person.

"Your Majesty, your henchmen have found a force you can attack," Carved bowed, speaking with utmost loyalty and humility.

"explain."

“The Bloodaxe Tribe is very close to us. We have killed one of their leaders, and there is a high probability that the other leaders, heroes, or chieftains of the Bloodaxe Tribe will launch an attack on us. We might as well take the initiative and launch a blitzkrieg against the Bloodaxe Tribe,” Mark said.

"No! There is an absolute disparity in strength between the Blood Axe Tribe and our Black Fang Tribe. We have only repelled one chieftain and his vanguard. Facing the Blood Axe Tribe's army, we have no hope of victory at all," the skeleton cried out in despair, his eyes wide.

"How many people are on the other side? What is their strength?"

Ye Mingqiu asked simply.

"They have an army of 20,000, a lot of war equipment, abundant war resources, and have tamed many war beasts. Their overall strength is far superior to our Black Tooth Tribe," Mark continued in his reply.

"Knowing this, why did you still ask me to launch a blitzkrieg against the Blood Axe Tribe?" Ye Mingqiu narrowed his eyes slightly and asked with some impatience.

“Weakness is not an obstacle to survival; arrogance is. After suffering a defeat in battle, the Blood Axe tribe, which has military strength several times that of us, will most likely be thinking about how to send people to continue the attack, rather than defending their base.”

With a change in his expression, he continued, "Under these circumstances, if we form a core assault team, we might be able to strike at the heart of the Blood Axe tribe's stronghold in a very short time."

The next moment, he waved his arm, and two humans carrying boxes entered the city hall. They opened the boxes at the same time, revealing orc heads inside.

The Mark continued, "To prevent your intelligence from being leaked and thus unable to write even greater achievements, I have made the presumptuous decision to kill the enemy messengers, and these two messengers happen to be the leader of the messenger orcs."

"Lord Blood-Corroded Fang, under your leadership, we will surely achieve a surprise victory."

"Oh?"

Ye Mingqiu waved his hand, signaling the surrounding orcs to dispose of the box. At the same time, he stood up, looked at the throne behind him, and continued, "This chair was just right for the former chieftain, but it is too small for me. Go and make a new chair, and I will hang the heads of the Beast Kings on it."

"Yes!"

The two orcs nodded in response, their eyes filled with admiration for the powerful.

The shaman, Ku Gu, looked terrified and said, "My lord, the power of the Blood Axe tribe is far beyond what our Black Fang tribe can contend with. Please reconsider."

“Enough. My mind is made up. I will select one hundred of the strongest warriors to form my own exclusive guard team, which I will call the Fang of the Tyrant,” Ye Mingqiu said.

It's over, it's all over.
The skeleton glared hatefully at the engravings, leaned on its bone staff, and walked out of the hall. It was already prepared for the destruction of the Black Fang tribe. Perhaps, this was fate.

“Lord Blood Fang, please allow me to join your guard!” Mogna said, looking up.

"Oh?"

Ye Mingqiu narrowed his eyes and carefully examined Mogna's status attributes.

【Mogna (Level 5 Boss)】

[Race: Orc]

[Attributes: Strength: 12, Agility: 13, Constitution: 15, Spirit: 24] [Skills: Swiftness Aura, Life Transfer, Inspire Aura, Perseverance Aura]

After reviewing the attributes, Ye Mingqiu's eyes lit up. Unlike ordinary orcs whose growth was mainly based on attributes, Mogna was actually a top-tier support who sacrificed all attribute growth in exchange for multiple aura abilities.

No wonder the orc warriors of the Blackfang Tribe were already slaughtered so badly, yet they were still able to continue fighting against the orc warriors of the Bloodaxe Tribe. It turns out they had a triple aura bonus.

That's not surprising.
“Very well, I accept your allegiance. Show me your value and power,” Ye Mingqiu replied.

On the other side, Mark also cast a detection spell on Mogna. This time the detection did not fail. Although Mogna's mental attribute was not low, it was only relative to the orcs. She was still too fragile for a mage.

She didn't even realize she was being spied on; she just felt uncomfortable with the gaze on the other person and frowned slightly as she stared at him.

Soon after, in the open space of the stronghold, one hundred of the tribe's strongest orc warriors were gathered together. Their eyes were fixed on the man who stood on the high platform like a mountain peak, the supreme and powerful giant orc warrior, their king - Grom Garr.

Ye Mingqiu stood before the orcs, arms crossed, releasing a powerful mental pressure as he arrogantly proclaimed, "Orc warriors of the Black Fang Tribe, now, as your king, I will assemble the strongest guard, the Tyrant's Fang. You will become the strongest teeth of the Black Fang Tribe, biting off the blood and flesh of your enemies and tearing their throats apart!"

"Tear them apart!"

"Tear them apart!"

The orc warriors shouted loudly, their voices rising in waves. Compared to the shamans who could think and reflect, the ordinary orc warriors didn't think that much at all.

All they knew was that Ye Mingqiu was very strong, and their king was very powerful. To follow the king and become his guard was their glory, something all beastmen coveted.

"Very good! Very energetic!"

Ye Mingqiu put his hands behind his back and shouted loudly with great satisfaction.

In some ways, orc warriors are the easiest to motivate. You don't need to use any coercion or bribery to coerce them. You just need to let them know that you are strong, powerful, and worthy of following, and they will fight alongside you.

Immediately, Ye Mingqiu turned to look at the engraved mark beside him. The latter quickly understood, took out a map from its storage space, drew the route, and said, "Lord Blood-Eroded Fang, our planned route is as follows. We just need to turn here and get here."

"Why don't you take a straight line? Isn't there a road over there?" Ye Mingqiu shouted angrily.

“My lord, the Stoneclaw tribe guards that road. They occupy a strategically important and easily defensible mountain pass and won’t allow us to send so many men through,” Carved explained.

"when!"

Ye Mingqiu took out the blood spear and slammed it hard into the ground, instantly creating a large crater. His bloodshot eyes glared as he cursed, "They've gone too far! How dare they block my way? Do they even have a king in their tribe?"

Not everyone can be called a king. Only those who reach the level of overlord can be called kings and are called beast kings by other orcs. Orcs at the level of monarch are called chieftains.

"No."

The engraving replied.

"You bastards! They dare to block my way even though the tribe doesn't even have a Beast King! Do they really not know how powerful our Black Fang tribe is? Charge straight in! Kill! Kill! Kill!" Ye Mingqiu shouted, raising his weapon.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The other orcs below echoed their sentiments, their voices booming and filled with murderous intent. They were like an invincible army, never retreating no matter what enemy they encountered in the future.

Upon seeing this, Carved Eyes' eyelids twitched involuntarily. He felt that Blood Fang's brain seemed to have some serious problems. He originally thought this guy was very smart, but he never expected him to be so reckless.

Although he is a Beast King of the Overlord level, he is only level 2 at present. Compared with the level 5 King-level Chieftain, his strength is still somewhat lacking. If he is attacked by multiple Chieftains, even a Beast King would be in danger of losing his life.

This guy is so reckless!
But that’s fine!

Mark laughed. As a psionicist, what he wanted was not victory in the war, but to extract enormous profits from it.

If you can get an assist during the Beast King's attack and get a treasure chest, it doesn't matter if the treasure chest's value is reduced, as long as you can make a profit.

If the Beastmaster dies in battle, he will flee with his men; if the Beastmaster is wounded and flees, he will take advantage of the situation; if the Beastmaster wins a great victory, he will provide more value to the Beastmaster. His core purpose is profit, and loyalty is only for the purpose of obtaining more benefits.

In the distance, the skeleton shaman watched them from afar, sighing as he used various materials to inscribe defensive formations. He only hoped that the Black Tooth tribe could continue for a little longer.

Rock Valley, a renowned natural barrier in the North.
The valley is flanked by almost vertical sheer cliffs. The gray-black rocks gleam with a cold, hard luster in the morning light. They are a type of mineral unique to this world, extremely hard, and almost impossible to destroy by conventional means.

And this is also the basic element that forms a natural barrier.

The passage in the middle was extremely narrow, like a slit in the beak of a giant eagle, and at its widest point, it could only accommodate two or three chariots passing side by side.

This is the core territory controlled by the Stoneclaw tribe, a shortcut to the Bloodaxe tribe, and the entrance to the key area of ​​the Stoneclaw tribe.

The orc warriors of the Stoneclaw tribe are unique; they possess skin as tough as rock and incredible throwing strength.

They constructed walkways on the cliffs on both sides of the pass using thick vines and logs, allowing only a small number of approved individuals to pass through.

Huge rolling stones, burning oil drums, and sharp stone projectiles the size of millstones are piled up at the pre-set landing point, ready to fall from the heights at any time, unleashing unparalleled power in treacherous terrain.

At the end of the passage stood a heavy gate carved from a single block of rock, covered with rough rock totem runes, faintly radiating earthy yellow elemental fluctuations, clearly indicating the presence of some kind of power.

Ye Mingqiu, leading a hundred members of the Tyrant's Fang Black Fang Guard, gazed at the formidable natural barrier of the Rocky Valley, squinted, and muttered to himself, "Hmm, this terrain is quite interesting. If it were someone else, they might have to take a detour."

“Your Majesty, you are the strongest Beast King. Even such a perilous place must yield to you.” Mark bowed his head in praise.

He guessed that the giant orc would most likely charge in blindly to block as much damage as possible, thus reducing the losses of the main force slightly, but probably not by much.

The next moment, something unbelievable happened.

The giant orc, standing four meters tall, suddenly raised his blood spear and subtly transformed it into a staff—a ruby ​​staff.

But that wasn't the most shocking thing. What was most unacceptable to Mark and his team was that the giant orc's staff was now emitting psionic energy fluctuations. He was drawing upon the magical power of fire, which rapidly created a fireball that hovered in the air.

Moreover, those fireballs continued to grow larger, their color becoming increasingly dark, and their power grew stronger with the infusion of spiritual energy, becoming more and more formidable and terrifying.

The engraving was completely stunned.

This orc, this giant orc, he can actually use magic! Holy crap! His magic level seems to be higher than mine?!

(End of this chapter)