Chapter 188: Orc Empire
"My lord..." The wolfman village chief tried to say more, but Ford, finding him annoying, shot him a cold glare.
The village chief swallowed the rest of his words.
Lynn stepped up to the Battle Axe and drew a dagger across his palm.
Blood splattered across the axe, and an eerie crimson glow rippled over its surface.
The crimson glow grew denser.
Finally, it settled into a shroud of blood-red mist over the surface of the Battle Axe.
Mo'er's eyes widened, the tips of her ears twitching.
Ford's eyes widened. The corners of his mouth stretched upward into a split grin, and finally he could not help but let out a booming laugh.
That laughter made the surrounding villagers' hearts sink with every beat.
They did not know how to judge the talent results, but they knew how to read this lord's mood.
With the lord in such a good mood, Jess's talent had to be incredibly good.
After all, the village chief's wolf pup had only earned a slight nod from this lord earlier.
Watching this scene, the expressions on the wolfmen's faces constantly shifted.
"Excellent. If I am not mistaken, you must be a descendant of Mongulas." Ford clapped a hand onto Lynn's shoulder.
Hearing Ford's words, even the normally aloof guards of the Bear-folk Clan could not help but cast sideways glances.
A descendant of that hero?
If he truly was his descendant, then this was not impossible at all!
"Perhaps the Mongulas Family will rise again because of you."
He was actually a descendant of Mongulas!
Mo'er's eyes widened. She stared at Lynn in disbelief; Mongulas was a renowned epic hero of the orcs.
Especially in this current climate, with war breaking out once more between the Orc Empire and the Elven Empire. Those heroes who had made their names during the era of war against the Elven Race had become incredibly sought-after in this special era's atmosphere.
Back on those battlefields, Mongulas had wielded a divine bow and led an army straight into the interior of the Elven Empire, slaying an untold number of Elven Race experts.
Rumor had it that Mongulas was the primary culprit behind the extinction of the Moon Elf lineage in the Elven Race today.
In this current climate, the emergence of a Mongulas descendant would undoubtedly attract the attention of many powerhouse figures within the Orc Empire.
He was so good-looking, and his talent was so monstrous.
Looking at the Lynn before her, Mo'er could not help but tuck her large, fluffy red tail between her legs, her pink tongue licking her lips.
Ford was completely satisfied. "It is getting late today. We will rest for the night and depart tomorrow."
The villagers watched the backs of Lynn, Ford, and the others as they left.
The atmosphere among the wolfmen in the wolfman village was somewhat silent.
"To think he is actually a descendant of Mongulas."
They might be wolfmen living deep in the mountains, but that did not mean they knew nothing.
After all, Mongulas was a renowned powerhouse of their wolfman race. They might not care about the heroes of other races, but they had certainly heard of the epic hero of their own race.
"What is with your attitudes? I was not the only one who acted back then."
The village chief cast a dark, cold glare at the surrounding wolfman villagers.
The atmosphere grew somewhat stifling.
"I was not the only one who took the spoils; everyone got a share. If a reckoning comes, do you think I will be the only one out of luck, or will you all be out of luck together?" the wolfman village chief said darkly.
"We are all grasshoppers tied to the same rope! No one should think about sneaking away."
"I will go test his attitude," the wolfman village chief said.
"If he is willing to reconcile, we will let this matter drop. After all, he came from our village too. In the future, this place will be the village of heroes that produced a descendant of Mongulas."
The wolfman village chief paused.
"If he refuses to reconcile, this matter absolutely cannot be left like this! As long as he lives, we will be the ones out of luck in the future."
"Chief, what if he pretends to reconcile, and then takes revenge afterward?"
"Relax, he is just a child. Even if there really is hatred, could he actually bury it deep in his heart?" The chief's eyes glinted darkly.
"What if we kill him and that lord gets angry?"
"Once he is dead, would the lord really get angry over a dead person? My son is highly regarded as well." A trace of savagery surfaced on the chief's face. "Enough. Follow me tonight; I will go test that Jess kid first."
Night fell.
Lynn was carefully reviewing the contents regarding the Biological Wizard Tower. He did not need to take out a physical book; merely by closing his eyes, he could use his mental energy to communicate with Lady Maybetessa.
Speaking of which, the wizard who originally created this Biological Wizard Tower truly possessed an active imagination.
They had actually forged a Wizard Tower into an existence akin to a creature of war.
The Biological Wizard Tower possessed unique advantages like self-healing and self-growth. Later on, a wizard could even merge their consciousness with the Biological Wizard Tower, completely transforming themselves into a magnificent lifeform.
And the data also mentioned that the Biological Wizard Tower possessed extreme corrosiveness, which would subtly influence the wizard's personality.
This corrosiveness was a power belonging to the Biological Wizard Tower itself, making it incredibly difficult to purge.
Lynn, who was reading the data, paused, set aside the information, and looked toward the door.
This thin wooden door could not block Lynn's line of sight at all.
Following the Transformation Ritual, the power within Lynn's body had been suppressed, but it had not disappeared.
It was merely hidden behind the two layers of concealment provided by the Transformation Ritual and the Mask of a Thousand Illusions.
If Lynn needed to, he could unleash his full strength at any moment.
He could even summon his Wizard Tower at a critical moment, which included summoning Maesys or even Great Wizard Maybetessa. If a truly powerful deity descended, he could call upon the Wizard Network and have the academy heavyweights descend.
When it came to safety issues, Lynn still had a great deal of insurance.
As long as he was not instantly killed in a single moment, there would basically be no problems.
"Jess, it is Grandpa Wallis." The village chief's kindly voice came from outside the door.
Lynn walked over and opened the door.
Wallis stood outside the door, neatly dressed.
Wallis peered into the room. "Are you alone?"
"Yes, I live alone." Lynn's tone was very icy.
It was as icy as the former Jess had been. Ever since losing his parents, Jess had adopted this personality.
"I thought Lord Ford and the others were here too. Grandpa Wallis has some heartfelt words to say to you."
"What do you want to say?" Lynn looked at Wallis, carrying a coldness that kept people a thousand miles away.
Facing the main culprit who had forced his parents to their deaths, he should not have a good attitude.
The corners of Wallis's mouth twitched slightly.
This little brat...
However, Wallis still replaced his expression with a gentle smile.
"Is it not because I saw our Jess get selected? We are all villagers from the same village, and as the village chief, I feel very gratified."
"This is a gift from Grandpa Chief to you. Oh, right—back when your father was killed by a dire bear in the forest, we were the ones who went to help you kill the dire bear and avenge you."
Wallis spoke as if mentioning it casually, then handed the items in his hands to Lynn.
The sack contained some animal pelts, and there was also a bow inside.
This bow was the very weapon Jess's father had used when he went into the mountains to hunt the dire bear. However, after the village wolfmen killed the dire bear later, Jess's father's belongings naturally ended up in their possession.
According to what they said, they had avenged Jess. These things were their payment.
Wallis observed Lynn's expression.
Lynn lowered his head, looking at the bow in the sack.
He was considering one matter. If the real Jess were here, what kind of attitude would he have?
Thinking up to this point.
Lynn knew how to handle it.
He took the sack and pulled the bow out of it.
Then, he tossed the remaining items in the sack out the door.
"This bow belonged to my family to begin with. I do not want the other things."
Lynn said with cold indifference.
The expression on Wallis's face turned sorrowful. "Are you still bearing a grudge against Grandpa Wallis? Grandpa truly..."
Before he finished speaking, Wallis suddenly moved, turning into an afterimage as he rushed right in front of Lynn the very next moment.
The claws in his hands popped out as he simultaneously bared his sharp teeth, his eyes overflowing with a dense, vicious glint!
"Truly wants you dead!"
Wind elements coiled around the surface of his sharp claws, and sharp battle aura burst into light, shooting toward Lynn.
"Bang!"
A beam of white light smashed into Wallis from an oblique angle.
Wallis was sent flying in an instant.
"Truly damned. How dare you lowly wolfmen attack a descendant of Mongulas, a hero of the Orc Empire?"
A crouching figure on the roof stood up. Mo'er flicked her tail and looked down at Wallis from above with a face full of arrogance.
In the grass not far outside the house, several Bear-folk Clan guards—who had been curled up with only their rears sticking out of the grass—stood up from the bushes and blocked Wallis's retreat.
Seeing this scene, Wallis was dumbfounded.
He immediately glared fiercely at Lynn. "Good, good, good, you were prepared early on, weren't you? I only regret that I couldn't kill you sooner, you little wolf cub!"
As early as daytime, Lynn had already sensed the thick malice coming from the village chief.
Naturally, he could not act personally, nor would he fight the village chief, otherwise he would expose his own strength.
But to avoid exposure, Lynn had explained the situation to Ford in advance.
Ford had then ordered Mo'er and a few Bear-folk Clan guards to hide nearby.
Given the size of Ford and those bear-folk, they naturally could not hide inside the house—unless Wallis was blind.
Mo'er was an Orc Shaman and had mastered some shamanic spells, so she hid her aura and hid on Lynn's roof.
"Mercy, my lords, we were also forced!" Wallis pleaded with a face full of sorrow, and then his figure blurred as he ran in the opposite direction.
But he had barely run two steps when a towering white figure crashed into him from the flank.
The berserk body was like a tank.
Wallis was sent flying in an instant.
His body flew more than a dozen meters away.
A large tree was snapped by the impact, and he collapsed onto the ground, losing consciousness.
The figure that had sent Wallis flying came to a halt.
It was Ford, though right now, a layer of white battle aura wreathed Ford's body.
His towering body looked as steady as a boulder.
At the foot of the mountain, the many wolfmen lying in ambush were stunned.
"How do we handle them?" Ford looked at Lynn.
He carried a gentle smile on his face.
With his rank as an Earth Knight, dealing with these orcs who had at most only roughly grasped battle aura.
It was a complete massacre.
Lynn fell silent for a moment, then said, "I do not want to see them again."
"Then kill them all," Ford nodded.
The next moment, the Bear-folk Clan guards around Ford struck out alongside him.
Every single one of these Bear-folk Clan guards also possessed extraordinary strength.
While they had not reached the rank of Earth Knight, they were all grand knights.
Each of them was extremely powerful.
In slaughtering these ordinary orcs, any one of them could match a hundred.
Not to mention there was also Ford.
Soon, a thick stench of blood saturated the village.
Mo'er did not go down to join the fight; instead, she stood beside Lynn, focusing all her attention on him.
"Thank you, my lord."
"No need to call me lord. Just call me Uncle Ford," the pig-man said, an amiable smile showing on his face.
Lynn paused. "Uncle Ford."
Ford's pig face bloomed with joy.
Lynn followed Ford and the others as they headed toward the royal capital of the Orc Empire.
The royal capital of the Orc Empire was situated in the center of the northern plains.
Across the broad plains, a river flowed through like a ribbon of azure silk.
But this beauty was quickly ruined as they entered the royal capital. The air everywhere was filled with the thick stench of feces, and along the way, Lynn saw numerous orcs squatting in roadside alleys, relieving themselves in public. The surrounding orcs had long grown accustomed to this.
The architecture consisted mostly of stone and wood, sporting a rough and low-built style that basically never exceeded two stories.
As they moved deeper into the city, Lynn kept feeling as if he were being watched. This sensation flickered in and out, but whenever he tried to carefully pinpoint its source, the feeling would scatter like smoke.
(End of Chapter)