Chapter 253: The Orcs Setback (1/2)
Tang Fan had regained consciousness the day after Cao Mao had distributed his divine pills.
At first, he was shocked when he had found himself in this strange city. But when Ma Moxi explained what had happened to Xuan City, Tang Fan understood why his friend brought him here.
Although Tang Fan didn't know what had happened to his father and his friends, he was appreciated that Ma Moxi had rescued him from the chaos.
Still, he was confused about what Ma Moxi had been doing. Moreover, he was surprised by this friend's current strength and his rich cultivation resources.
After that day, Tang Fan had been staying at Ma Moxi's residence, absorbing the rich Qi in the air like other cultivators, hoping to lose weight. But today, he came out as Ma Moxi had asked him to join the others.
'What is that tower and who is the lord of this city? I guess I should ask Moxi when he's free.'
…
Currently, the pylon tower was 95% finished. The construction progress was smooth, and it would only need a couple days to complete everything.
Ma Moxi pointed at the tower, ”Isn't that tower great?”
Pao Luo nodded, ”Of course! All the Qi comes from the tower, right?”
”Correct. However, there is one thing that you should take notes of,” Ma Moxi grinned. ”My boss, aka your REAL BOSS, is a demon. His name is Cao Mao, and he is the grandson-in-law of Wei Huang, the demon overlord of Mountain Goose City! Some of his wives are also demons, and his kids are orcs and oni. If you value your life, don't mess with them. Oh, by the way, all girls in this city are his wives. Don't bother pursuing them, or your head will roll.”
”…”
Aside from Pao Luo and Tang Fan, the men's faces paled as they regretted that they had picked the wrong organization to serve.
Pao Luo nodded as he liked his choice. He had seen many human cultivators committing atrocities and crimes, and he had seen the so-called demon worshipers saving innocent children. Several demons in the wild only minded their own business and avoided trouble. Yet, human cultivators proactively hunted them to the last men.
The social was too twisted, and Pao Luo hated being with a hypocritical human organization. He had tried to join ranks with Wei Huang, but everyone from Mountain Goose City rejected him because he was too weak.
But now, he found another demon clan to serve. Pao Luo was delighted.
Meanwhile, Tang Fan didn't care about racial discrimination, demonic beings, or politics. He innocently blinked his eyes and smiled, ”Are your boss rich, Moxi?”
”… Yeah, I guess. The pay is good.”
Tang Fan's eyes got brighter, ”Then, do they have a treasury manager yet?”
”… No? Maybe? Wait a minute, damn fatty! What the hell are you trying to do?”
Tang Fan patted his belly and laughed, ”Can't you tell? I'm a merchant, and a merchant always looks for an opportunity to make money regardless of what he has to do! Just answer my question, Moxi. How rich is your boss?”
Ma Moxi shrugged, ”Rich enough to give me a divine-grade pill as my wage.”
Tang Fan's pupils brightened. He seized Ma Moxi's collar and pulled him closer to his face, ”Introduce me to your boss!”
BONK!
Ma Moxi slammed his fist on top of Tang Fan's head, ”Hold your horses, you money freak! You can't simply approach my boss with your current state! At least, you should prove your worth to me and other elders in this city first! For now, pick one of the bathtubs and get in there! Let me burn all your fat in your belly and improve your physical strength a bit. You're too weak!”
Ma Moxi turned to other trainees, ”You punks, too! Form ranks, strip, and get in the bathtub, one-by-one!”
Pao Luo and Tang Fan acted first. They stripped their clothes and jumped into the nearest bathtubs without hesitation.
As soon as the boiling water touched their naked skin, they screamed in pain. Every cell and nerve sent pain signals to their brains as if a billion needles had pierced into the pores of their skin.
Yet, both men didn't jump out of the bathwater. Pao Luo even dove under the water, drinking a mouthful of medicinal liquid.
A second later, his body floated on the water, face down. It was as if he had turned into a corpse, who had been drowned to death.
Pao Lao passed out from misusing the medicinal bath. He was not supposed to drink the black water.
Tang Fan had another torturous experience. As the bathtub was too small for him, he got stuck. His face flushed as he could feel the heat from the burning barrel plate.
”IT'S FUCKING HOT!! MY FAT IS MELTING!! NO, MY SKIN IS MELTING!!”
As if Tang Fan was a pig in a slaughterhouse, he squealed and squeaked in pain.
28 other trainees gazed at the two maniacs in shock. They gulped, hesitating if they should get into the medicinal bath.
But Ma Moxi was merciless. After he had helped Pao Luo and Tang Fan out of the bathtubs temporarily, he dragged the trainees into the other bathtubs with a bright smile.
To the trainees, that was a smile of a devil. They shrieked in fright and helplessness.
That day, when everyone focused on the awakening of a supreme demoness at the yin slave mansion, loud screams resounded throughout the Ma courtyard.
…
At the center of the orc camp, Kzarka, the 7th-stage warchief and the leader of the Blood Orc's Vanguard Army, stared at another orc warchief, who was also a 7th-stage warrior.
Kzarka was a 5-meter-tall pig-head orc with a dread braid hairstyle. His red skin was covered in flame as he was the dragon fire curse bearer, and the curse could instantly burn anyone in the radius of 10 meters around the orc.
The grand warchief didn't wear any armor other than an immortal grade black fabric as a loincloth as it was the only piece of equipment that could withstand the dragon fire. He didn't have a weapon either since he didn't need one.
Fogan, who were being stared down, was the 4-meter-tall orcs who had landed on the beach first. He was in charge of leading the spearheads to clear the perimeter around the landing sites. Yet, he didn't complete their jobs properly.
Fogan had failed to locate the Heretic King that they had been searching. Moreover, they had yet to occupy every city in the perimeter, especially Siren City.
As such, Kzarka, who was the grand commander of the spearhead army, was dissatisfied with the result.
”Fogan, why haven't you attacked the south?”
Fogan clicked his tongue. Kzarka was so irresponsible that he had left all tasks to him. Then, he came here, blaming everything when he had made mistakes.
”We have run into strong human cultivators at the north and the east. We don't have enough manpower to start another war front to the south.”
”Bullshit! We have over 20,000 capable orcs! Why can't you deal with those puny insects!? If it were me, I would have cleared this perimeter within the first day I had landed!”
”If you're so confident, why don't you lead your forces there yourself. I have my hands full managing two war fronts. I can use some help here,” Fogan sneered. He didn't tell Kzarka about the recent incidents at the south with his scout units.
Since Fogan didn't like Kzarka, he intentionally baited his boss to deal with the most problematic issues.
Kzarka snorted. He thought that Fogan was so incompetent that he couldn't conquer a simple land around the beach. He planned to capture the southern area and shame Fogan, ”Fine! I'll go there myself and show you how it's done! Once I come back, I'll remove you from the warchief position!”
The tall orc stomped and flew south, heading toward Siren City alone.