Chapter 2: New Century (Epilogue)
Chapter 796: Awakening Potion
Babara’s combat power was extremely formidable.
After he had mowed down two giant ghouls like cutting vegetables, he took down the remaining ghouls one by one with an axe, charging from the front to the back of the army formation. He then roared and charged back, and the ghouls, as if startled, scrambled away in a panic.
Standing amidst countless corpses, Babara raised his battle axe to the sky and let out a fierce roar.
The surrounding orcs, infected by his ferocity, also raised their weapons and cheered.
***
Night fell.
A rather grand bonfire party was held in the orc camp.
A group of orcs danced around the bonfire.
Meanwhile, Babara, gripping a turkey leg, sat on a large rock some distance away with Da Sima and a group of players.
“I never thought your combat power was so formidable!”
Da Sima couldn’t help but pinch Babara’s bulging biceps, his eyes filled with admiration. These muscles were almost larger than his head, and that was without the blood rushing to them.
Earlier, when he had witnessed Babara fighting, he saw a white mist erupt from his body, seemingly spraying out from these balloon-like muscles. He had initially thought Babara was a weakling.
Facing Da Sima’s praise, Babara appeared a little proud and couldn’t help but chuckle:
“I am the strongest orc in the Black Flag Tribe. I was injured by the ghoul leader when I went out to find the source of the ghouls. But it didn’t fare any better; I smashed its head, chopped its limbs into pieces, and gnawed off two of its ribs. Under such injuries, even if it dragged its battered body back, it would be difficult to recover, and it could only disintegrate…”
Da Sima’s mind conjured the miserable appearance of the ghoul leader, and he couldn’t help but swallow. This Babara was indeed a ruthless individual. Perhaps he was a relatively rare NPC. If one could follow such an NPC, it would likely lead to a more promising future.
With this thought in mind, Da Sima’s eagerness intensified.
Babara then changed the subject and suddenly said, “But I still have to thank you. Without your help, I might have died in the Black Flag Tribe, and the Black Flag Tribe would likely have been destroyed by the ghoul legion’s attack. To be precise, you not only saved me but also saved the Black Flag Tribe. This is a tremendous kindness, and neither my father nor I will mistreat you. So, if there’s anything you desire, you can state it in advance. I can try to get it for you when we meet my father later!”
Babara’s voice was not quiet. Or rather, orcs generally had rough voices, as if they wanted everyone around to hear. When they spoke, the air vibrated.
The orcs all turned around, casting grateful glances at Da Sima and the group of goblin players. Some of the more comely orc girls even invited the players to dance. Of course, it was only for dancing out of politeness; mating was out of the question.
Da Sima withdrew his gaze, his heart stirred. “Can I really ask for any reward?”
“Of course,” Babara replied heartily, patting his chest. “Provided that we orcs of the Black Flag Tribe can fulfill it. Asking us to attack the Wintery Empire is out of the question.”
“Why would I make such an excessive request?” Da Sima chuckled awkwardly. He had no intention of having the Black Flag Tribe attack the Wintery Empire. Instead, he was planning to give Scheming Frog a coordinate to have the army of the Wintery Empire attack the Black Flag Tribe.
“Um…” Da Sima scratched his head and tentatively asked, “I’d like to learn the spells of the Fox-faced High Priest. Is that possible?”
“You? Learn spells?” Babara widened his bull-like eyes. “But you are just a goblin…”
Da Sima: “…Õ_Õ” What’s wrong with being a goblin? Did goblins eat your rice?
Perhaps sensing that his words were somewhat offensive, Babara quickly added, “If you weren’t a goblin priest, you wouldn’t have any magical talent. Without magical talent, what’s the use of learning magic?”
Da Sima pondered. He looked at his HP bar, which showed 500 points. Then he looked at his MP bar, which showed 2 points. It seemed… indeed, he didn’t have much magical talent.
“Alright, then I…”
Just as Da Sima was about to dejectedly ask for a different reward, Babara suddenly patted his shoulder and roared with laughter, “Hahaha! No need to be discouraged, my friend! You saved me and the Black Flag Tribe, and I will definitely do my best to fulfill your request!”
Under Da Sima’s stunned gaze, Babara stood up, pushed past the dancing orcs, and walked towards the largest, pointed tent in the center in the distance. In the dim yellow firelight, the players could vaguely see the figure of the Black Flag Tribe’s leader through a layer of fabric. He was sitting motionless on a chair. Following closely, Babara’s shadow also appeared. He knelt on both knees before the tribal leader and said something with his head raised. The tribal leader listened quietly, then nodded slightly. He then turned and placed something into Babara’s hand. After that, Babara bowed again and stood up, then retreated from the pointed tent, facing the tribal leader.
Da Sima then saw the powerful orc stride back, holding several potions in his hand.
“Here, these are the Magic Awakening Potions!” Babara handed the potions in his hand to Da Sima and added, “These potions are very precious. I only have eight bottles. Besides you, you can choose seven other goblins to awaken their magic. However, you can come back to the Black Flag Tribe later, and we will refine new potions.”
Da Sima subconsciously cast an appraisal technique. Babara’s gaze sharpened. The strange eyes on his neck quietly opened, and a faint fluctuation spread out, enveloping all the players. Da Sima looked at the potion in his hand. He wasn’t sure if it was an illusion, but the information he saw seemed to twist slightly. He rubbed his eyes, thinking he was hallucinating. When he looked again, he saw a line of text appear on the potion:
[Magic.Awaken.Potion]
[Side Effects: Diarrhea, Longevity -5]
It was indeed a Magic Awakening Potion. However, it might be a bug, or the orcs had some spelling issues with the common language, causing the potion’s name to be slightly jumbled. But it wasn’t a big problem. Longevity -5 had no impact, as players didn’t have a concept of lifespan. Diarrhea was even less of a concern.
“Brother Babara, this thing is too precious, I can’t accept it!” Da Sima subconsciously made a polite refusal in the manner of people from China.
Unexpectedly, Babara rolled his eyes as if to take the awakening potions back. This wouldn’t do! Da Sima quickly snatched the awakening potions back into his arms and said with a forced smile, “But since you insist on giving them to us, we shall happily accept them~”
