Chapter 2: New Century (Epilogue)
Even without the arrival of mages from the South Continent, finding the culprit was inevitable.
This was because the Orc Queen had been cursed by a demon.
Only the Sea God’s Tear could break this malevolent curse.
However, to avoid causing panic,
Kulkul remained very calm on the outside, claiming that the Queen was gravely ill.
The demon lord of the 36th layer of the Abyss, the Ashen King, wished to enslave the entire Orc race. At first, he approached Kulkul, but Kulkul was protected by the divinity of the ancient Red Dragon Sotan Tric, so the will of the Abyss could not contaminate him.
But the Queen was different.
She was merely an Orc with passable strength.
Kulkul cherished his relationship with the Queen, and this was the loophole the demon exploited.
Now, before all hope was lost,
Kulkul would do everything in his power to obtain the Sea God’s Tear and break the Queen’s curse.
Hatel was the most esteemed High Priest of the Orc Royal Court. Although he was a Fox Beastman, the most lowly and weak among the Orcs, his mastery of regression magic earned him the respect of even Kulkul.
Upon hearing Kulkul’s command,
Hatel first bowed slightly to the Beast King, then walked before the mage and said in a hoarse, strained voice:
“To cast regression magic, I need a target, a general direction, or related people and items…”
Leighton was already familiar with the conditions for casting regression magic. Fortunately, the Orc warlords Bart and Pet had also brought the key figures back and had been waiting outside the royal tent for some time.
Gulu Gold Coin and Gulu Silver Coin were visiting the Orc Royal Court for the first time.
When they entered the royal tent and saw the Beast King on the throne, they were almost scared out of their wits. While they had heard that Orcs were powerful and tall, they had never imagined they would be so majestic…
The waterskin hanging from the Beast King’s belt alone was larger than their entire Goblin bodies.
Gulu Gold Coin: “Bow, bow, bow, greetings to the great Beast King!”
As he finished speaking shakily, he noticed that his brother, Gulu Silver Coin, was still gaping at the Beast King in a daze.
He quickly kicked Gulu Silver Coin’s backside, sending him tumbling to the ground, then grabbed his brother’s head.
“Hehehe… Your Majesty, my brother’s mind is a little troubled. He gets lost in thought when he sees important people and did not mean to offend you…”
Kulkul had no desire to deal with these meaningless matters. He even found the two Goblins too noisy, and he frowned as he urged them:
“Alright, stop the nonsense and cast regression magic immediately. Each of our times is precious.”
“Um, Your Majesty…”
Gulu Gold Coin’s legs trembled as he asked, “Will there be any price to pay for casting regression magic, like becoming an idiot?”
Before he could finish speaking,
The Orc High Priest Hatel flickered forward and appeared before Gulu Gold Coin.
With a grab from both hands,
In the blink of an eye, he had seized the heads of Gulu Gold Coin and Gulu Silver Coin.
Before the two Goblins could utter a sound, they were pierced through the brain by immense magical energy. Ethereal blue magical energy overflowed from their eyes, noses, and mouths, then gradually condensed above their heads into the shape of a mirror.
The mirror was filled with mist, which then slowly dissipated, revealing a dynamic scene.
Although lacking color, everyone could tell that the scene depicted the riot at the Whirlwind Dunes black market.
The perspective shown was that of the Gulu Gold Coin and Gulu Silver Coin brothers.
Seeing them summon their alchemy golems to deal with the riot, they dodged and weaved, eventually meeting a masked human under a table.
It was there, in front of this human, that they lost the Sea God’s Tear.
“Two good-for-nothings.”
Kulkul snorted coldly and ordered Hatel, “Lock onto this human!”
The Orc High Priest narrowed his eyes.
A vast mental energy spread out from him in all directions.
With a “crack,” the glass of the royal tent shattered.
Leighton’s expression was solemn. The intensity of this mental energy was even more terrifying than that of his Legendary Mage father. It seemed the strength of the Orcs should not be underestimated.
The scene in the mirror shifted, showing a group of merchants and buyers being intercepted at the entrance to the Whirlwind Dunes, with Orc warlords Pet and Bart inspecting them one by one.
When they reached the South Continent Mage Regiment,
The human reappeared. He sneakily moved to the front of the crowd and stood there. Shortly after, the box containing the Sea God’s Tear appeared.
Kulkul shot a glance at Bart and Pet, his stern gaze sending chills down their spines.
They knew the Beast King was holding them accountable.
But they also felt wronged!
Now, everyone was watching from a god’s-eye view, and the suspect had been specifically marked by the Orc Shaman. Of course, it was obvious who was acting suspiciously.
However, back at the Whirlwind Dunes,
The surrounding crowd was chaotic.
Bart and Pet’s vision was limited, and they had not noticed this suspicious human at all.
“Continue tracking!”
Kulkul slammed his hand on the table in anger. Hatel increased his magical energy and mental output. A blue light glowed in his fox-like eyes, and veins bulged around his eye sockets, gradually spreading throughout his body.
In contrast, the two Goblins fared even worse.
They convulsed as if they had touched a live wire, foaming at the mouth and bleeding from their orifices. Their originally green skin appeared pale.
The scene in the mirror shifted again.
The mysterious human was seen leading a group of soldiers to follow a merchant caravan. At this point, all the Orcs in the royal tent noticed a detail: there were Venom Dragons in the mysterious human’s retinue, and not just one!
Besides Orcs, who else could command these ferocious monsters?
Kulkul scrutinized the Venom Dragons, connecting them to previous incidents in his mind, and his expression grew increasingly grim.
“Go and summon the Third Prince Pelokongchui and the Second Prince Adams!”
Seeing the Beast King on the verge of rage,
The Orc soldiers guarding the royal tent scrambled to call for them.
After a while,
Pelokongchui, his body heavily bandaged, and Adams, hobbling, entered.
They had previously fought fiercely due to some conflict in the Death Desert, resulting in mutual injuries. Kulkul was furious upon their return and ordered that no physicians treat the two princes.
Thus, they were still bandaged and reeked of herbs.
These were their own rudimentary healing methods, offering a glimmer of hope.
“Look at these Venom Dragons, do you recognize them?”
Kulkul snorted coldly.
He grew more annoyed with each son he looked at.
If not for their competence, they would have long since been demoted to commoners.
According to Orc customs,
Bloodline was not that important.
The strongest fist determined the best bloodline.
