Chapter 180 (1/2)
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
As the only meaningful empire in the entire main dimension, the Orc Empire of course deserved to be the number one powerful nation that took up a huge land.
Even so, it was constantly invading and attacking its surroundings.
To the north, was the ice land that was covered in snow and ice. The intrepid barbarians had constantly retreated. To the south, they seized the Graystone Mountains and Giant Beast Mountain, and constantly invaded the territory of Eagle Kingdom; to the east, they were in to-and-fro tussle with Kingdom of Holy Angels, encroaching on the soil that was showering in the brilliance of the Sun God; But, to the west, they were facing the vast desert with nothing they could do about it.
Er, even though it wasn’t really like they had nothing to do with it, it was the secret of Orc God system…
From the place where the south of Gobi Desert connected with Graystone Mountains, all the way towards the east, it was almost a month’s time of walking to enter Orc Empire, or as it was also called, Wild Empire’s hinterland.
It was a great grassland, a scenery of vast sky and boundless wild. The Orcs were reproducing and living on the piece of grassland. They were fighting against the natural environment that looked friendly but was actually not. They grew strong bodies, packed with muscles and ferocious spirits.
Of course, in the Orc Empire, it was not only Orcs, but also half-Orcs, dwarves, midgets, humans… a variety of tribes. But on the vast soil, the position of Orcs was higher compared to every other tribe.
If it was on Earth, such open race discrimination would be condemned by word of mouth and in writing. But in this world, race discrimination was something natural. Regardless of “upper class” or “lower class,” no one had any objection about it, just like in India that was said to have a billion human and ten billion livestock; the panda neighbour that was wearing a bunny hat didn’t understand why the ten billion livestock didn’t fight against their mothers, but they themselves were contented…
The grassland was sparse but sparsely populated. Every tribe was far apart.
In there, no matter if there were more or less travelling businessmen, it wasn’t noticeable.
For instance, the Tyrannical Tribe had another two travelling businessmen recently.
They were uncle and nephew. The uncle was a tall brawny man, wearing thick heavy leather armor and carrying a big axe. He seemed to have great physical strength and courage. The nephew was a skinny but intelligent young boy, quick to respond and fast in calculation, just like an amazing accountant.
They had a carriage that was pulled by two horses, and there were various household supplies in the carriage. Like most of the travelling businessmen, they stayed back temporarily and used the household supplies in exchange of anything valuable.
Among the Orcs, there were some sly ones. More than once, they intended to palm off shoddy goods as quality goods, or to deceive people with specious items. Although the nephew wasn’t very old, his judgement was very sharp. No matter if it was shoddy or counterfeit goods, it couldn’t escape his eyes. He was also very skillful in business and he quibbled on every single detail. Even those older who were experienced in haggling couldn’t take advantage of him.
Of course, there were people that became angry out of embarrassment and wanted to settle with “trading” tricks that Orcs respected; even violent manual labor wouldn’t enable them to exchange it with wealth. Along with the owner of wealth, they’d be sent to holy kingdom of their beliefs to rest in peace. By then, it would be the uncle’s turn to take over, and his brawny body and strong muscles were definitely not for decoration. His big axe wasn’t any gray import either. Every slash of the axe was sturdy and the strength was not discounted.
The outcome for multiple conflicts was that the witch doctor in the tribe had quite an increase of customers. The old-aged witch doctor was happy with the surprise income and hoped that the pair of uncle and nephew could stay back in the Tyrannical Tribe for a few days more.
The head of Tyrannical tribe, Aolike, who also known as “Mad Runner,” was not happy. His gut feeling was that the pair of uncle and nephew were not ordinary people; in fact… they were very dangerous men!
The Tyrannical Tribe was a tribe of centaurs. They were creation of the Orc God King of Tyranny, and the whole tribe worshipped and believed in the ferocious and terrifying God wholeheartedly. The Tyrannical Tribe was the earliest bunch of descendants created by His Majesty. There were many experts that sprang up before and even broke through the last barrier to step foot into the God realm.
But, those were all in the past.
The Tyrannical Tribe then had weakened, and there weren’t many experts that could come to blows. There was about three thousand people in the tribe, but there might not even be one legendary realm expert!
The current strongest people in Tyrannical tribe were the head of the tribe, Aolike, and the high priest, Oveila. They were both on the top of the higher order that were looking for an opportunity to step foot into the legendary realm.
Aolike’s nickname was Mad Runner, and as his nickname had suggested, he ran very fast, even faster than a flying bird. His stamina was very good too, he could run for half a month continuously without taking a break. He was used to long spears, and his skill in casting long spears while running was superb. He could shoot down a flying bird in the sky, he also could shoot a mosquito on land, he could even shoot a hole through a century-old tree with a spear. Once during the war against the Eagle Kingdom, he gained fame from an incident where he shot a fully armed knight with a spear and it shot through the person with his shield altogether.
Oveila was a direct bloodline descendant for Tyranny. The centaur tribe was the proprietor of the most honorable and strongest bloodline. Although she was a female, Oveila was not weak at all; she had a body with combination of strength and beauty, an aura of health and grace, yet wildness. She was aggressive and ferocious, she didn’t allow anyone of a lower bloodline to appear around her. Besides praying, the other thing she liked to do the most was massacre. Although she was a master archer and a priest of higher order, she like to swing the huge halberd across the battlefield even more. Especially when the Tyrannical stepped on the remains of their enemies, she would even roar with laughter; hence her nickname of “Fresh Blood Trampler.”
Aolike had always wanted to find favour with the priest of higher order but it was all to no avail after he tried many different ways. The Fresh Blood Trampler had no interest in a man that was weaker than her, and she disdained to Aolike’s lower grade bloodline. She didn’t even give him the most basic respect to the head of the tribe when they spoke.