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If I still have sexual desire, I don't have time to worry about others, but should worry about myself.

Because she's super cute.

As expected, she is the Ghost Princess.

Chasing her would be risking your life.

I was in a playful mood and drew several pictures.

There is no paper here, so I draw with wood chips and charcoal.

My body moves freely as always, helping me to successfully draw what I have in mind.

These designs resemble suits and outfits from previous lives.

There are several sets for men and women, each depicted according to the appearance of Benimaru and others.

They are all handsome men and beautiful women, and they must be very suitable for wearing this kind of clothes.

Especially Shion.

Shion has a dignified appearance and should be suitable for wearing men's suits.

"That looks like fun. Please let me sew it."

That’s how Shion’s clothes were decided.

I also asked her to make me everyday clothes, clothes that looked like jinbei (note: a type of kimono home clothes).

Although I'd love to have some sportswear, zippers are probably quite difficult to make. I sent her detailed information about the material, comfort level, and more through "Si Nian" (Thinking Website), hoping she'll be able to make it later.

I made some more requests, and then everyone left Zhu Cai behind.

In the center of the Jura Forest there is a lake called Lake Sis.

There are vast wetlands around this Xisi Lake.

That's the territory of the lizardmen.

There are countless caves around the lake, which have become natural mazes, confusing those who enter them.

There is a huge underground cave deep in the maze, which is the base of the lizardmen.

The Lizardmen took advantage of their geographical location and became the rulers of the lakeside area.

However, they received tragic news that day, which was enough to determine the future of the clan.

Unveiling the prologue.

An informant reported that the orc army had begun to march towards Lake Sis, and the leader made a calm announcement after hearing this.

"Hurry up and prepare to meet the enemy! They are just a few pigs, we must slaughter them!"

This was said with great pride.

The leader was full of confidence, but his confidence wasn't unfounded.

While he was ordering preparations for war, he also ordered people to collect accurate intelligence about the orc army.

You must first grasp the number of enemies.

Lizardmen are ferocious carnivorous monsters, and a single one is C-rank.

The warrior leader is more like a B, and there are also many B-level individuals in the tribe.

The Lizardmen Corps has a total of 10,000 troops.

Only when half of their tribesmen joined as warriors could they have such a large number and strong fighting power.

Generally speaking, a fully armed knight from a small nation would be considered a C-rank. Based on the population ratio of each nation, no matter how large the military is, it would never exceed 5% of the total population, and in peacetime, only 1%. This was a very common phenomenon.

This army of 10,000 lizardmen possesses their own unique unity, and their combat power easily exceeds that of a small country with a population of only one million.

In addition, this battlefield is in our favor.

The leader was convinced they could not lose.

However, there was one thing that bothered him.

Orcs usually like to bully the weak and will not provoke races stronger than themselves.

The Lizardmen were not weaklings. They were a powerful race.

It's understandable to provoke goblins, but why aren't they afraid of lizardmen?

This doubt became a small seed of uneasiness, lodged in the leader's heart.

He is both bold and prudent. It is precisely because of this combination of boldness and foresight that a leader is able to lead the Lizardmen.

The leader's fears came true in the worst possible way.

"The orc army totals 200,000 men!"

The leaders and their closest associates—the chiefs of each tribe—gathered in the vast underground cavern. The reconnaissance team's report was truly shocking.

The lizardman warrior breathlessly delivered this information, freezing the atmosphere at the scene.

"What, how is this possible!"

One of the warrior captains shouted.

The leader seemed to agree. If no one else was around, he would surely have shouted the same thing. However, the leader couldn't show any panic. He had a duty to remain calm and lead the entire lizardmen tribe.

Although he wanted to deny the truth of this matter, the situation did not allow him to do so. If it was true, he had to accept it and formulate a countermeasure.

"Is that true?"

"I guarantee with my life that this is all true!"

Hearing the leader's question, the warrior responded.

"Go back and rest."

The leader nodded proudly, sympathizing with the soldier who had been running day and night, and ordered him to rest.

Seeing their leader acting as usual, the soldiers seemed relieved and relaxed. He fainted on the spot, a stark confirmation of the previous report.

(Two hundred thousand? I can’t believe it…)

Catching a glimpse of the soldier being carried out by his comrades out of the corner of his eye, the leader had to re-evaluate the current situation.

It was true that orcs had a strong sexual desire and high reproductive capacity, but he didn't think that this was enough to create an army of 200,000.

How will they feed so many mouths?

With such a large army, arranging food supplies became a daunting task. Furthermore, transporting the food required considerable manpower, and the lower-level monsters and orcs were like scattered sand, so it was impossible for them to comply.

"Those pigs all do what they want and act recklessly. What brings them together?"

One of the confidants pondered this.

That's right. That's the puzzling part, the leader thought.

Without a master commander who could tame the orcs, it would be impossible to command an army of 200,000. However, no matter how powerful a single individual was, he could only manage a thousand soldiers at most.

Orcs are D-class monsters with an IQ lower than humans. They are short-sighted, incapable of mutual assistance and cooperation, and a foolish race.

Even the Lizardmen leader struggled to command 20,000 of his people. Managing the highly coordinated Lizardmen was already a chore, so commanding an army of 200,000 was practically impossible.

"Could it be that some outstanding talents suddenly emerged in the clan and they joined forces to manage it?"

The leader muttered to himself casually.

"Impossible... To be able to command the tribe, one must be a 'special individual'. I've never heard of so many of these people appearing at once..."

"Exactly. For a half-orc to have more than one special talent like the chief...I'm afraid it's impossible."

After hearing this, the other confidants all shook their heads slightly, denying the existence of so many special talents.

The chief nodded in agreement and pondered the idea in his mind.

(It's indeed incredible. But what can I do about denying it here? Assuming the report is true, how did the orcs mobilize an army of 200,000?)

If there were several special individuals like him, would they be able to work together with the same ideals? To achieve unprecedented large-scale command, someone must come forward to manage these outstanding special individuals and prevent them from conflicting.

If a commander with such leadership qualities were to appear, he would definitely not be a lowly orc. He would be an unprecedented threat.

No, our actions must be based on the commander's personal appearance. Is there such a talent among the orcs?

Could it be...!

A thought flashed through the leader's mind, shocking him.

He hoped this wasn't true.

Able to command an army of 200,000. This is something that only appears after hundreds of years, as the legend goes...

"Could it be that the Pig-Headed Emperor has descended into the world...?"

The leader's whisper was very soft.

However, what was incredible was that the sound was so loud that it permeated the entire noisy meeting hall.

Those who knew what the leader wanted to say fell silent, and the underground cave was covered with a veil of silence.

"The Orc King..."

"No, despite this legend..."

"But if it happens—"

Because they were the leader's trusted confidants and ministers representing the various Lizardmen tribes, they could not deny this possibility.

If it was the legendary Orc King, it would not be impossible for him to command an army of 200,000.

The more I think about it, the more I feel that this must be the case.

"If...if the Orc King really is born, then it would explain why the Orc army obeys orders..."

"But what is their purpose?"

"The purpose is not important! The question is whether we can defeat them!"

The meeting place fell into chaos again, and the confidants began to debate fiercely.

(The question is whether we can win...)

If we were to fight on the plains, the outnumbered Lizardmen would surely be defeated. However, the wetlands are like their backyard. If we set traps and proceed with caution, we still have a good chance of victory.

——No, it worked before.

The enemy is just a bunch of orcs, and there are many ways to deal with them. However, once the Orc King is born, our chances of victory will be in jeopardy.

The enemy's forces far outnumber ours, so we must defeat them individually and suppress them while their morale is high. The leader believes that this method may be feasible given our tribe's advantageous terrain, but it is not a solution against the Orc King.

This is because the Orc King can even devour the fear of his people. He is a true monster.

Using ordinary tactics to fight the Orc King will inevitably end in failure.

To win, we must be prepared to fight him head-on, but we simply don't have enough troops.

The leader began to rack his brains.

What should we do to avoid danger?

If the Orc King's appearance was just groundless worry, that would be great. However, we should make every possible preparation before the decisive battle.

Go get reinforcements.

After making up his mind, the leader called one of his subordinates.

His "name" is Gabil.

This person will ignite new flames of the current unrest.

Even the meticulous Lizardman leader did not expect things to turn out this way.

Chapter 342 Chapter 27 No Time Too Helpless

The goblin chiefs were holding a meeting, looking at each other with grim expressions.

There are fewer people than before.

This is not surprising, as some people had already escaped.