Is this cheat code from Bika? Just do it!

He could clearly feel a powerful pressure erupting from within Stella's muscular body.

The pressure came from all directions like a tidal wave, squeezing his weapon and making him feel an unprecedented tightness and fullness.

At the same time, with each upward movement of Stella, a powerful suction force would come from within him, as if it were trying to drain his soul.

The combined force of suction and pressure nearly drove Link to madness.

"Ah... Lord Link..."

Link unconsciously tightened his fingers, pinching the two sensitive nipples on Stella's chest between his fingers.

After repeated teasing, Stella let out mournful moans.

“It feels so good—”

She let out another long sigh.

At this moment, following the constant surge of pleasure coursing through her body, her muscles tensed and her body trembled violently.

"I—can't—take it— anymore—!"

Suddenly, Stella stopped moving, pressed her hands against Link's lower abdomen, raised her neck high, and let out a groan.

At the same time, the power in her entire core area exploded to its limit, her thighs clamped tightly around Link's waist, and a surge of heat seemed to be flowing through her body.

"Me too... Oh—!"

When Link could no longer resist the intense pleasure, he ejaculated for the first time that night, reaching the peak of pleasure simultaneously with Stella.

Both of them were panting, recovering their strength, and their faces were filled with satisfied smiles.

Stella straddled Link's lower body, her face flushed red, panting heavily.

The towering breasts rose and fell, the grapes atop the peaks standing tall and particularly alluring.

Her entire upper body was glistening and sweating profusely, radiating a glow of desire under the candlelight, like a dazzling pearl in the night.

"No... Lord Link, I have to go. It wouldn't be good if Lina and the others saw me..."

Stella looked at Link with seductive eyes, and as she recovered, she reached for the clothes that had been tossed aside.

However, as soon as she finished speaking, she felt the weapon inside her grow even larger, which made her panic.

That's incredibly powerful!

I just ejaculated, how could it be so soon—

Then, Link tightly grasped her outstretched hands, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Let you go?" Link's lips curled into a wicked smile again. "How could I? Sterula, this is just the beginning."

Link is now truly invincible; do you think you can make him surrender so easily after just one battle?

There are no doors!

"Relax and enjoy it all, Stella. The night is still long."

Link's words carried an undeniable firmness and confidence.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly straightened his waist, reigniting the flames of passion.

"Oh--"

Stella let out another comfortable groan; this night was destined to be a sleepless one.

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92. Barbarian slaves

The following morning, as the sun rose, Link walked out of Carter Zane's mansion with steady steps.

His purpose in going there was to inspect the "spoils of war" obtained from this battle.

Lucrezia and the others had already finished counting the special spoils they had seized from Ashvalley County—a group of barbarian slaves.

These slaves were no ordinary people; they were obtained by Carter Zane from Norton Gregg, the notoriously cruel and terrifying lord.

Norton Gregg, the Lord of Terror, was responsible for guarding the borders of the human empire. He burned, killed, raped, and plundered the barbarians living in the desolate borderlands. These barbarian slaves were obtained by Katar Zane in exchange for treasure from the Lord of Terror.

It wasn't just wishful thinking on Carter Zane's part that he wanted to tame these barbarian slaves to serve as his soldiers.

These slaves lived year-round in the wild lands on the borders of the human empire, and it was said that they had some beastman blood flowing through their veins, which made them much stronger than ordinary civilians in the empire.

It is said that a fully armed barbarian warrior is powerful enough to easily take on two or three ordinary human soldiers.

Given the same number of people and the same equipment, it is clear that the stronger barbarian warriors have the advantage.

This is also why Carter Zane would exchange a large number of barbarian slaves.

Once he tames these slaves, he will be able to acquire a large number of barbarian slave warriors.

In the slave camp in Ashvale County, Lucrezia and her companions carefully counted and found that there were more than a thousand barbarian slaves and more than three thousand barbarian women and children.

These barbarian slaves were all wearing heavy iron shackles and handcuffs, clearly not yet tamed by Carter Zane.

It's no wonder that Carter Zane didn't bring these slaves with him in the previous battles.

They were like imprisoned beasts, bound yet still revealing their untamed wildness.

At this moment, more than four thousand barbarian slaves were huddled together, anxiously awaiting their unknown fate.

Although the male barbarian slaves looked solemn, a glimmer of hope still lingered in their hearts.

They knew their value; whether used as cannon fodder in war or forced into hard labor, these nobles, having spent a fortune to buy them, would certainly not let them die easily.

However, the barbarian women and children felt quite differently. They were terrified and filled with despair.

These barbarian women were neither capable of heavy labor nor of fighting, and were practically worthless in the eyes of the victors.

They knew full well that their fate would be nothing more than to be slaves, suffering endless humiliation and torture.

These barbarian women and children had heard and witnessed too many similar tragedies, and therefore felt extremely pessimistic about their own fate.

They had no idea how Link, who had just killed Carter Zane and become their new master, would deal with them.

The more than one thousand male barbarian slaves looked at these women and children with eyes full of sorrow and reluctance.

Among these women and children were their wives and their children.

However, the rules of slavery were so cruel and merciless that slaves were nothing more than objects that changed hands with the succession of victors.

Link stood aside, quietly observing everything.

Link stood tall on the high platform of the reviewing stand, looking down at the group of terrified barbarian slaves below.

The slaves' eyes were filled with fear and confusion, and they were filled with unknown terror about the future.

Link took a deep breath, raised his voice, and said loudly, "You need not be afraid or uneasy. This is not a bad thing for you, but a great thing. As long as you serve the Lord faithfully, I assure you that what awaits you is far better than ever before!"

His voice echoed across the empty parade ground, carrying an undeniable firmness.

After saying that, Link didn't linger and left directly.

He knew in his heart that it would be more appropriate to hand over these barbarian slaves to Lucrezia for management.

Link's speech was very brief, not because he was being perfunctory, but because he knew that saying more at this moment would be futile.

For these barbarian slaves, who had endured much suffering and were filled with doubt, only by making them truly feel the changes that were about to happen in their lives would they truly understand that changing masters was not a fall into an endless abyss of hell, but rather as if they had arrived in a paradise full of hope.

"Now, everyone, obey my orders!"

After Link left, Lucrezia immediately stepped forward and began to systematically deal with the barbarian slaves according to Link's previous instructions.

She first solemnly ordered the barbarian slaves to line up in an orderly fashion and head to a crystal-clear river not far away.

She told them to thoroughly wash away the thick grime on their bodies, to wash away the suffering and humiliation of the past.

The barbarian slaves were initially hesitant and uncertain, but under Lucrezia's unwavering gaze and the watchful eyes of the Winter City warriors, they slowly made their way towards the river.

In the river, they washed their bodies thoroughly, the water carrying away the mud and grime, and seemingly carrying away some of the gloom in their hearts as well.

After washing, the warriors of Winterfell were already dressed in uniform.

Although these clothes were made of ordinary linen, they were washed very clean and felt very soft to the touch.

If you get close enough, you can even smell a faint floral fragrance, which the laundry women of Winterfell added during the washing process, so that these slaves could feel a touch of warmth and care.

Immediately afterwards, Lucrezia got busy again, arranging accommodations for these barbarian slaves.

She planned carefully to ensure that everyone could have a relatively comfortable living environment.

Those barbarian slaves who had once wandered and had no fixed abode looked at the clean and tidy houses in front of them with disbelief in their eyes.

After arranging her accommodations, Lucrezia ordered a sumptuous meal to be delivered.

For these barbarian slaves, this was something they could never have dreamed of.

They hadn't had a proper meal in far too long; since being captured, they had barely survived on meager rations each day.

At that moment, seeing the steaming, fragrant food in front of them, they no longer cared about their image and began to devour it.

Afterwards, under Lucrezia's command, Link arranged enough manpower to bring these barbarian slaves back to Winterfell in an orderly manner.

Winterhold City is vast and has many houses, so there is absolutely no problem in accommodating this group of barbarian slaves.

The moment these barbarian slaves stepped into Winterfell, it was as if they had entered a completely new world.

The streets are clean and spacious, and people come and go, their faces beaming with smiles of contentment and happiness.

They couldn't help but wonder if a new life would truly begin on this land in the future...

93. The Role of Slaves

The barbarian slave Bolton was in a tall and spacious wooden house.

The wood used in this cabin seems to be of high quality, emitting a faint, pleasant woody fragrance.

He held a large bowl of brown rice steadily in both hands, the bowl piled high with brown rice, almost overflowing the rim.

Bolton's gaze slowly shifted to his side, where he saw his wife holding a large bowl of brown rice, her head bowed, shoveling food into her mouth with great focus and eagerness, as if she wanted to chew and savor every single grain of rice.

Meanwhile, her nine-year-old daughter, Miranda, was also holding a rice bowl almost the size of her small face, eating until her face was covered in rice grains, but she didn't seem to notice. She just kept praising, "Dad, this food called rice is so delicious! Miranda has never eaten such delicious food before. Dad, you should eat some too!"

Bolton looked at the scene before him, feeling a mix of emotions, as if he were in a dream.

He was once a member of a tribe, leading his wife and daughter on a nomadic journey, without a fixed abode.

Owning a house of his own, even if it doesn't have to be luxurious, as long as it's sturdy and spacious, can shelter him from the wind and rain; can wear warm clothes to ward off the winter chill; and can eat his fill every day without worrying about hunger, that would be his biggest dream in life.

However, fate always likes to play tricks on people.

Back in the tribe, no matter how hard he tried, this dream remained as unattainable as a mirage.

Later, the tribe was defeated, and he and his people became slaves. He thought he would be plunged into endless darkness and despair, but unexpectedly, this dream that he once thought could never be realized was realized in such an unexpected way at this moment.

Bolton was filled with doubt. He couldn't understand why that human nobleman, now the lord, would do such a thing.

In his view, this was completely unnecessary.

After all, in the past, slaves were considered to be the private property of lords, to be used and exploited. How could they be given such good living conditions?

He still clearly remembered what the human lord had said before; those words sounded like a beautiful fantasy at the time, making it hard to believe.

But now, all of this, which seems so wonderful, is right before our eyes.

Could it all be true?

Instead of a beautiful dream that could shatter at any moment?

"Father, what are you thinking about? Why aren't you eating?"

When his daughter Miranda saw Bolton staring blankly at his rice bowl, she asked him in her still slightly childish voice. Her clear, childlike voice was like a gentle breeze in spring, lightly brushing against Bolton's heart.

"It's nothing, Father was just a little lost in thought. We'll eat now."

Bolton was brought back to reality by his daughter's voice. He quickly lowered his head, reached out his rough but powerful hand, grabbed the food from the bowl, and stuffed it into his mouth.

The simple yet wonderful flavor of brown rice spread in Bolton's mouth, making him eat faster.

He chewed his food while stealing glances at his daughter.