Chapter 2: New Century (Epilogue)
The Orc Royal Court’s Second Prince
These three options.
No matter which one he chose, it meant he would become a sinner among the players, especially among those who played as flying dragons.
[System will automatically select an answer in ten seconds]
Supreme Cloth wailed in his heart and chose C. He naively thought that King of Winter might not understand his words.
However, as soon as he opened his mouth, his words were translated into the common language of the continent, without even a hint of his previous sounds.
Crisp and clear!
“This is not good, using excrement and such.”
“No, this is too disrespectful.”
“Even for the mission, I can’t let you suffer such humiliation!”
Xi Wei’s righteous expression moved Supreme Cloth to tears.
This was truly wonderful!
See? What is a benevolent king?
This is it!
He swore that from now on, he would curse King of Winter less. No matter how stingy King of Winter usually was, at critical moments, he still cared for them players.
“Alas, Supreme Cloth, don’t cry.”
King of Winter’s anxious voice sounded beside him.
“I’ll agree to your terms. Don’t cry anymore.”
Supreme Cloth’s breath hitched. He turned his head to look at Xi Wei, his eyes gradually becoming vacant.
He wanted to speak, but the game system had blocked his mouth.
“Since you all insist on doing this, as King of Winter, I cannot fail to show my appreciation.”
King of Winter looked at Supreme Cloth with admiration, his gaze gradually shifting backward, sweeping across the players of the flying dragons, who were all stunned.
“I have already sent my subordinates to scout the vicinity.”
“There is a monster nearby called the Mighty Buffalo. Their excrement is not only the authentic color of excrement but also very viscous and difficult to wash off once smeared on the body.”
“Therefore, I recommend you all use this pigment to disguise yourselves. The effect will surely be very good.”
“Extremely viscous” and “difficult to wash off.”
King of Winter, are you a devil?!
Supreme Cloth couldn’t understand, but he knew he was finished because the system was already controlling him, forcing him to open his mouth.
“Oh! Your Majesty, thank you for your suggestion. It is our honor to share your burden!”
…
Two hours later.
The Winter City army set off again.
However, the situation within the army had changed.
On the ground, there were over three hundred players running frantically.
In the sky, a group of flying dragon players looked dejected.
They had all turned excrement yellow.
Their entire bodies emitted a natural fragrance, and even if thrown into the Orc’s Desert Dragon swarm, they would be indistinguishable.
Standing on Connie’s dragon’s back, Xi Wei took out a swift pigeon.
They were not far from the border of the Andor Empire now, and it was time to let Alence return.
After all, staying in such an environment for even one more second was a torture for both body and mind.
…
The border of the Andor Empire.
Joseph was the Grand General stationed at the border fortress of the Andor Empire, with the strength of a Sky Knight, just a step away from Champion Level.
At this moment, he was hosting the Second Prince of the Orc Royal Court, Adams, in his tent.
To be honest, as a human general, hosting an Orc was a humiliating matter, but it was an order from the King of Andor.
So, no matter how displeased Joseph was in his heart, he could only greet him with a smile.
Adams was a burly werewolf.
Fine red dragon scales grew on the back of his neck, and he had a trace of Red Dragon bloodline within him.
In fact, all the royal family members of the Orc Royal Court descended from an ancient red dragon.
That is, Perro Hammerfang’s great-great-grandfather.
This also demonstrated the power of the ancient Red Dragon bloodline.
Although his preferences were somewhat peculiar.
Currently, Adams’ strength had reached Champion Level.
Although he was only a newly promoted Champion Level, his overall strength was inferior to the First Prince.
However, if judging by pure single-combat ability, Adams was the strongest among all the princes, having completely dominated all Orcs under forty years old in the Orc Royal Court.
This was also why Adams was favored by the Beast King, otherwise, he would not have been qualified to receive the lucrative “mutual supply delivery” mission.
“Your Highness, the Second Prince, the supplies you requested have been prepared and are all loaded into wagons at the fortress’s gate. You can take them anytime.”
Joseph wore a hypocritical smile.
Although he appeared calm, the meaning of urging them to leave was very clear.
“We’ve finally come to human territory to play for a bit, why are you in such a hurry to send us away, General Joseph?”
Adams sat at the table with his legs crossed, his majestic physique occupying the space of three to four people.
In one hand, he held a giant roasted beef leg, and with the other, he clasped a delicate female attendant, fumbling with her suggestively.
The delicate female attendant was already trembling all over from the terrifying wolf’s head before her.
She could only endure the Orc Royal Court’s Second Prince’s abuse, not daring to move.
“Heh heh, I’m not trying to send you away. It’s just that your Beast King is probably eagerly waiting for these supplies right now.”
“Moreover, our two nations are currently in talks for cooperation to deal with the Naga sea tribe.”
“So, please, Your Highness the Second Prince, return early and report back. Don’t delay important matters.”
Joseph’s smile was insincere.
He lightly tapped the table with his large hand, and a cold glint flickered in his eyes.
“Since General Joseph dislikes us, then we shall leave now.”
The werewolf Adams shoved the last bite of beef into his mouth, stood up, and slowly approached Joseph.
Two soldiers drew their longswords, looking at the approaching werewolf with fear.
“I mean no harm.”
Adams grinned and spread his hands.
He moved closer, looking down at Joseph, who was three to four heads shorter than him, his dissolute smile growing more pronounced.
“I just want to tell you, Joseph Malba, Grand General of the Andor Empire’s border garrison.”
“Last night, your wife was quite… moist.”
“Roar roar roar roar~”
Adams threw back his wolf head and let out a unrestrained roar of laughter.
He no longer cared about Joseph’s increasingly ashen face.
He turned and left the banquet hall.
He even forcibly took the human maid with him.
Orcs and humans could not truly form an alliance.
Even if they were currently facing the Naga together, it was only a temporary union, much like the ancient times when the Human and Orc Allied Forces fought against the Elves.
This conflict, which had existed since the Emperor of Humanity drove the Orcs to the barren lands, had gradually developed into a deep-seated racial feud until now.
As the Second Prince of the Orc Royal Court, Adams would not miss any opportunity to strike at human morale.
If he had the chance to attack this fortress in the future, he could bring this up again and completely break the general named Joseph.
Adams gleefully thought about the amusing events that might occur in the future, feeling a sense of elation.
However, his triumph did not last long.
A wolf rider galloped over with an anxious expression.
“Your Highness! Something has happened! The convoy carrying our supplies was attacked by a group of Desert Dragons!”
“What!?”
Adams looked at the wolf rider reporting the situation, his eyes flashing fiercely.
With a “crack,” he crushed the neck of the human maid.
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PS: (=ＴェＴ=) Just woke up and finished writing. So tired… 12,000+ words a day is a bit much… The dedicated Penguin.
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