The Players and the Protagonist Want to Kill Me – Chapter 729

Chapter: Chapter 519: Strife Erupts (5)

Chapter 519: Strife Erupts (5)

Samuro was a strong green-skinned orc.

In fact, he felt he was the tribe’s strongest warrior. However, regrettably, due to a mistake during a duel, he accidentally smashed the chieftain’s son’s balls, and as a result, he was confined.

It had to be said, this was a sad story.

The days of house arrest were dark and hopeless.

Samuro longed to go out into the world every day.

…

“I heard there’s going to be a war soon…”

Samuro gazed out the window with longing.

His axe yearned to drink blood, his body needed battle to ignite! However, until the chieftain’s son’s balls grew back, he couldn’t go anywhere!

He sighed at the unfairness of fate.

Samuro sat back down in the corner of his tent.

Going out to fight was, for the time being, just a beautiful dream.

“Samuro!”

An excited shout came from outside the tent.

Samuro was very familiar with this voice; it was his good friend Altair. He glanced out the window at the sun. It was noon, and Altair should have come to bring him food.

Although life under confinement was very gloomy,

food still had to be eaten.

Only by striving to eat could one become a more powerful orc warrior!

Samuro never deprived himself when it came to food.

“Altair, what’s for lunch today?”

He replied.

“Forget about the food!” Altair’s green-skinned face was full of joy. He ran to the window and called out to Samuro, “Good news, incredibly good news! Leader Buck is gathering a hundred orc warriors for a secret mission!”

“Roar! This is truly bad news.”

Samuro put his hands behind his head, leaning on the straw mat boredly. He squinted at Altair and said, “It’s good news for you, but for an orc who’s already been confined, this is like a bolt from the blue.”

“No, no, no, Samuro. Commander Buck said he only needs warriors who can fight ten enemies at once. Even criminals are acceptable, let alone you? You’re just confined by the chieftain.”

“Really!?”

Samuro sat up with a powerful lunge.

“A warrior who can fight ten enemies at once? Isn’t that me?” he shouted excitedly, “Does that mean I can go out now!? The chieftain won’t blame me either?!”

Who knew how he had spent the past month?

While others were killing enemies, he could only sleep. While others were procreating, he could still only sleep. If he continued sleeping like this, he feared he might not wake up one day.

“Yes, Samuro, my good brother. Pick up your sword now! War is coming!”

Altair smiled.

Then, he kicked open the cage door.

…

…

On the training ground in front of the Orc King’s tent.

Quite a few orc warriors had already gathered.

They were all recognized as warriors who could fight ten enemies at once by their respective tribes.

However, there were definitely discrepancies in this standard of judgment.

For instance, the “fight ten enemies at once” level of the Lion Orc tribe and that of the Pig Tribe differed significantly.

But Bart and Pet didn’t care about that.

Although there were natural disparities between orcs of different tribes, they could all play their part.

Take, for example, the orcs of the Pig Tribe.

Perhaps it couldn’t defeat any other orc warrior on the training ground, but its massive body size made it an excellent mount comparable to a Kodo. And at certain special moments, by strapping on a siege hammer, it could assist in sieges.

Making the best use of everything and adapting to circumstances were essential skills for every orc warlord!

“We are going to carry out a great mission!” the Lion Orc Pet roared at the assembled orc warriors, “We are going to enter the human kingdom! Kill the human king! And retrieve the stolen Sea God’s Tear!”

Upon hearing this, the entire place erupted in an uproar.

The orcs looked at each other.

They all saw shock and disbelief in each other’s eyes.

Undoubtedly, this was a great mission.

If completed, it would be enough to bring honor to their ancestors!

The orcs recalled history, which was filled with blood and tears of betrayal. They, the orcs, had helped the Emperor of Humanity conquer the Central Continent and drive the elves into the Emerald Forest.

In the blink of an eye, the Emperor of Humanity struck the ancient Red Dragon Sotan Trick with a sword. War was imminent. There was no need to think further; their former human friends were already drawing swords against them.

In the end, the orcs were defeated.

The Beast King Sotan Trick disappeared.

The Beast King Seal was lost, and all the orcs were pursued by the human coalition. Only when they fled into the Death Desert in disarray did the humans stop.

“You stinking barbarians are not worthy of enjoying the rich lands of the Central Continent. The dry desert is your destined home!”

The Emperor of Humanity’s words echoed in their minds.

Every orc warrior’s eyes turned red.

“Kill the human king, retrieve the Sea God’s Tear!”

Samuro, filled with righteous indignation, was the first to raise his arms and let out a roar.

Then, they responded with a single voice.

“Kill the human king! Roar!”

“Retrieve the Sea God’s Tear! Roar! Roar! Roar!”

Bart and Pet were very satisfied with the orcs’ reaction. The orcs had been downtrodden for many years, and they needed an outlet. Otherwise, the orcs’ strong spines would eventually be crushed.

There had been conflicts between orc warriors and the soldiers of Andor before. Even the most tolerant and simple-minded orc warriors were left with coldness and resentment when facing humans.

“Before we execute this mission, to ensure our smooth entry into the human king’s city, and to allow us to move freely within human society, we must first take a shapeshifting potion!” Bart held the purple potion given by the mage in his hand and announced loudly, “The price is that for every day you shapeshift, you will lose your sexual desire for a week. This negative side effect has no upper limit! Who’s first!?”

“Me!”

Samuro was the first to step forward.

He was fully green-skinned, baring his sharp fangs, his muscles bulging, a broadsword strapped to his back. He moved with the imposing gait of a dragon.

“Orc Samuro, leading the charge!”

He roared, reached out to take the potion from Bart, and swallowed it in one gulp without hesitation.

Amidst painful roars.

Purple mist enveloped his body.

After a while, the mist dissipated.

Samuro had transformed into a human strong man nearly two meters tall. His skin was a wild dark brown, with considerable body hair. His face was ferocious, and his pair of brown eyes flickered with killing intent, like a hungry wolf lurking in the wilderness.