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Chapter 118 Bloodthirsty Tyrant! The Old Beast King!
After settling the profits, Ye Mingqiu looked at the mountain of resources, equipment, materials, and various consumables piled up in his storage space and couldn't help but start thinking.

Should I consider advancing my skills?

The skill levels learned by psionicists are not fixed. They can be upgraded using special advancement items. The same skill may also have different levels, and the higher the level, the stronger the skill.

Skill upgrades are a highly efficient way to enhance the strength of a psionicist.

But
Skill advancement books are extremely expensive, ridiculously so, far exceeding what ordinary low-level psionicists can afford. Therefore, in most cases, psionicists will not consider skill advancement.

But if that's all there is to it, quite a few people can still afford to spend money if they grit their teeth.

However, the problem is that skill advancement itself has strict limitations. Depending on the type of skill being learned, the limitations will also change. For example, for basic skills, the requirement for skill advancement is that the basic attributes must be high enough.

This is important! It refers to the basic attributes!
It's not the attribute after receiving various bonuses!
The basic passive advancement requirement is to raise the corresponding basic attribute to 50 or above. This attribute requirement can deter most low-level psionicists. Only when the level is high enough can one have enough [basic physical potential] to make it easier to meet the attribute requirements.

But Ye Mingqiu is different. He is a genius with a legendary profession and four basic passive skills. He can raise his basic attributes to 20 or even 30 or more at level 2. He may be able to reach the requirement of 50 points after two more world explorations.

In this situation, he should indeed consider collecting skill upgrade items in advance, but there is no doubt that skill upgrade items are ridiculously expensive, and preparing for upgrades in advance requires a large number of spirit points.

I need to find a way to make more money!
Black Tooth Tribe
The few remaining Blackfang orc warriors were still repairing the defenses. They mended the war-damaged walls, added as many defensive structures as possible to the watchtowers, and set up various warning and ambush spells outside the Blackfang tribe.

Inside the large village, the skeleton sat in the second seat, studying ancient historical scrolls and carefully reading about the history of the Blood-Eroded Fang, trying to find a glimmer of hope for victory.

But reality is cruel. In the history of the Orcs, Bloodfang was just an ordinary giant Orc hero. His greatest strength was his ability to charge through the battlefield using his size, disrupting enemy formations and single-handedly fighting against the enemy's war behemoths.

While impressive, these alone are not enough to shake the Blood Axe Tribe.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, the skeleton raised its head, its eyes flashing with a sharp light.

Just now, the detection array he set up outside the Black Fang tribe was triggered. This array was used to detect whether anyone was approaching the Black Fang tribe, in order to prevent the Black Fang tribe from being attacked again like before.

So he gave the order: "Blackfang orc warriors, prepare for battle!"

"Yes!"

The two orcs guarding the skeletons outside the main camp quickly received their orders and rushed into the tribe at top speed to relay the message to the others.

The skeleton watched them leave, watched as a large number of orc warriors gathered in a short time, and finally, with a solemn expression, arrived near the watchtower at an extremely fast speed, making the most intense preparations for battle.

Is it finally here?
Leaning on his bone staff, the skeleton stood atop the watchtower, watching the approaching orc army. His gaze grew increasingly somber. He was absolutely certain that those were not warriors from the Blackfang tribe; Bloodfang hadn't taken so many people from the tribe.

The dark mass of beastmen approached. They were not fast, but their steps were steady, and one could vaguely sense an unavoidable aura.

"This is still an elite force."

The skeleton grew increasingly desperate. As a priest, he could roughly sense the strength of the enemy soldiers.

An army of over a thousand, nearly a third of whom were leaders, and even a few of them were [King-level] hero orcs.

Ok?
Halfway through his perception, he discovered that he had encountered an unperceptible unit, a feeling that felt strangely familiar.

The skeleton on the watchtower squinted as the enemy warriors approached, and he gradually saw the orc he couldn't perceive. It was an exceptionally tall orc, standing at least four meters tall, like a towering iron tower.

He rode a great earth dragon, which groaned under his weight as if it might be crushed to death at any moment.

That is
"Lord Blood-Corroded Fang!"

The skeleton revealed a surprised smile, but at the same time he couldn't help but wonder why his master was accompanied by so many orc warriors, who were clearly not from their Black Fang tribe.

They look like warriors from the Stoneclaw tribe?
Could it be that the Blood Fang reached an agreement with the Stoneclaw tribe in some way, and then returned together to prepare to jointly resist the Blood Axe tribe?
"As expected of Lord Blood-Corroded Fang!"

Ye Mingqiu stood at the forefront, looking at the stockade wall repaired by the orc warriors. A faint smile appeared on his face as he shouted, "You orc cubs, your king has returned!"

As he roared, countless orc warriors behind him roared along with him, wildly calling out the title this king had earned on the battlefield.

"Bloodthirsty Tyrant!"

"Bloodthirsty Tyrant!"

"Bloodthirsty Tyrant!"

An incredibly terrifying wave of sound surged forth, one wave higher than the next, assaulting the minds of the Black Fang tribe warriors and priests. Although they didn't know what was happening, they couldn't help but feel their hearts pounding.

So, many of the Blacktooth tribe's orcs joined in the shouting from the other side.

"Bloodthirsty Tyrant!"

"Bloodthirsty Tyrant!"

At the gate of the stronghold, Ku Gu, accompanied by several orc warriors, came out to greet Ye Mingqiu. His face was full of smiles as he approached Ye Mingqiu and said:
"Your Majesty, I know that you possess unparalleled wisdom and decisiveness, and are no ordinary person. Your conquest of the Stoneclaw tribe's warriors will bring a great chance of victory in resisting the Bloodaxe tribe's attack."

"Ok?"

Ye Mingqiu raised an eyebrow.

Soon, without him needing to speak, Mogna, riding beside him, spoke up: "Bone Priest, are you looking down on my king? The esteemed Bloodthirsty Tyrant has conquered Bloodaxe. We brought back spoils from the Bloodaxe tribe so you can witness the king's triumphant return!"

"???"

The skeleton looked bewildered. He could understand the orc language, but Mogna's words were somewhat difficult for him to comprehend. What did she mean by "having conquered Bloodaxe"?
What does it mean to bring back spoils of war?
What does it mean to witness a triumphant return?

Could it be that this Blood Fang simply overwhelmed the Blood Axe tribe?
The skeleton priest frowned and asked, "If my king is returning victorious from the attack on the Bloodaxe tribe, then what about these Stoneclaw tribe orc warriors?"

"Lord Bloodthirsty Tyrant dislikes detours. He chose the shortest route to the Blood Axe Tribe, and just happened to encounter the Stoneclaw Tribe blocking his way, so he took the opportunity to conquer the Stoneclaw Tribe."

Mogna, both proud and excited, raised her chin and added, "Just a quick thing."

Unlike Mogna, the Bone Priest, the orc strategist, instantly realized that Bloodfang wasn't entirely mindless. He decided to first subdue the Stoneclaw warriors before attacking the Bloodaxe tribe together, thus maximizing their chances of victory.

The prerequisite for accomplishing all this is that the Blood Fang must possess enough power to conquer the allure of the Stoneclaw tribe.

The skeleton looked back in disbelief at the supplies and prisoners being escorted by countless soldiers, and gradually began to realize that what the other party said was true.

He asked curiously, "My king, isn't his title the Blood-Eroding Fang?"

“The title ‘Blood-Eroding Fang’ isn’t quite right. His performance in the war was like that of a tyrant descending upon the land. He possessed unparalleled power, enough to dominate everything. So we gave him a new title: Blood-Eroding Tyrant,” Mogna replied.

"A bloodthirsty tyrant?"

The skeleton's eyes trembled. For some reason, he felt that the beast king in front of him was not like the Blood Fang in history at all, but rather a different beast race, a stronger Blood Tyrant.

At this moment, the name of the Bloodthirsty Tyrant has been spread by more and more orcs. The Marked Squad, which originally attacked with the main force, was also sent by Ye Mingqiu to lead ten [Leader-level] orc warriors to spread the Bloodthirsty Tyrant's fame to the world.

The reason for this is simple: the greater the Bloodthirsty Tyrant's reputation, the easier it will be for Ye Mingqiu to win without a fight when facing other beast tribes in the future, thus gaining greater strength and better unifying the beast tribes without expending more manpower.

Although the Bloodaxe tribe was completely destroyed, their destruction also saved other orcs, who will become part of the legends and live on in the stories forever.

Finally, and most importantly, the name of the Bloodthirsty Tyrant must reach the ears of the old Beast King, so that he may hear of it and even acknowledge it. This will allow the old Beast King to better control the beast race on the Beast God Continent and achieve even greater and more magnificent goals.

Beast King Palace

Inside the grand hall belonging exclusively to the old Beast King Kachi Aster, the burly, white-haired but still dashing old Beast King sat on the highest throne beside him, squinting as he listened to his subordinates' reports and the legend of the Bloodthirsty Tyrant.

"Three thousand orcs defeated the Bloodaxe tribe's twenty thousand-strong army in a head-on battle, directly destroying the enemy's war machines and killing their war beasts. It was nothing short of legendary."

The old beast king's lips curled slightly upward, but his eyes held a deep and unfathomable depth.

It wasn't that he couldn't stand the emergence of a second Beast King among the beastmen; after all, the survival and growth of the beastmen required fresh blood. What truly troubled him was the threat from other continents.

As everyone knows, the Beast God Continent is a relatively primitive continent. When the number and strength of the orcs reach a certain level, and the resources on the Beast God Continent can no longer satisfy their appetites, they will most likely extend their reach to places outside the continent.

so.
The powerful beings from other continents who have experienced multiple cycles of reincarnation will most likely send troops to attack the Beast God Continent in advance, and greatly reduce the number of orcs through war.

Long, long ago, the old Beast King had the idea of ​​unifying the world, but before he could implement his grand plan, he encountered a combined attack from other continents.

Human technology, elven magic, and undead spirits—the old beast king has fought against them all. He grew stronger in the wars, battling against the overlords of other continents, but the orc warriors who accompanied him died one after another. When the enemy left, he was left with only two choices.

First, they would lead the last of the orcs to fight a desperate battle against enemies from other continents, a battle in which they would most likely fail.

Second, remain on the Beast God Continent to protect the orc race and help them reproduce and thrive again.

He chose the second option. As the king of the entire beast race, he could not act impulsively; he had to consider the interests and survival of the entire beast race.

Now, the beastmen of the Beast God Continent have spent decades recuperating and have finally regained their former glory, with a new Beast King. However, this also means that powerful beings from other continents may launch attacks against them, initiating a new round of massacres.

"Ugh!"

The old beast king sighed, a fiery light bursting from his aged, cloudy eyes. He still remembered his brothers who fought alongside him decades ago, and he had never forgotten the smiles of those orcs.

At the same time, the last moments of those orc brethren before their deaths were also imprinted in his memory, causing him to toss and turn on countless nights, unable to fall asleep.

In the eyes of the people of the other three continents, the orcs of the Beast God Continent cannot be considered an intelligent race. They kill orcs as if they were killing wild beasts, and killing them in advance is like preventing a beast tide before it happens.

They didn't exterminate them, not because they didn't want to, but because the overlords sent by their three continents had all been killed by the old beast king.

Three! A full three overlord-level powerhouses!
All dead!

This is the epic record of the Beast King, the overlord of the Orcs, who forced the powerful figures from the other three continents to retreat.

The other three continents are not without other overlords, but they simply dare not fight them.

Beastmen share a common characteristic: they can grow stronger in battle. If they cannot kill the Beast King in battle, the Beast King's strength will increase at an unbelievable speed, surpassing that of a normal overlord.

"Well"

The old beast king took out a string of crimson crystal bracelets from his pocket, his eyes filled with reminiscence, and crystal tears kept swirling in the eyes of the sixty-year-old beast king. He murmured to himself, "This bracelet was made for me by your own hands. It is rough and ordinary, but it was made with countless efforts. I used to laugh at your poor craftsmanship. But now, I don't even have the chance to laugh anymore, Serena."

The next moment, he gripped the bracelet tightly, but dared not use too much force, for fear of causing it some impossible wear and tear.

Finally, the old beast king's eyes regained their kingly brilliance. He stood up, walked outside the hall, and looked at the countless old beastmen kneeling before him, a smile on his face.

"You've all come, just as we've said. This is a battle we must face, a battle we must win, a revenge that belongs only to us."

"Let those self-proclaimed wise and arrogant bastards taste the wrath of the orcs!"

(End of this chapter)