Chapter 961: Vagabonds (1/2)

Lu Yun frowned when he noted the darkfuries’ behavior. He blasted away with a burst of tyrannical strength and sent them reeling backwards. However, they desperately flung themselves forward again when they recovered their balance. They had eyes for nothing but the food in front of them.

Sorrow deepened in Lu Yun’s eyes, and even the little fox’s fury slowly abated. He shook them off the wild boar again and again, but they always launched themselves back at the animal after getting to their feet.

Finally, Lu Yun rushed over and split himself into a myriad of copies, punching every single darkfury on the premises regardless of age or gender. A din of wails and howls rose from the terrified group and they finally changed their focus to the human youth. They carved food, but they were more afraid of death.

“You!” He stomped a random darkfury and coldly ordered, “Roast this wild boar like you were just talking about! I’ll kill you if you dare eat any meat with a hint of blood in it.”

Wild savagery’s turning point into civilization was the usage of fire. Only when living beings walked out of the age of drinking blood and tearing into raw meat did they slowly develop culture.

Though Lu Yun had never encountered the darkfuries before, he knew that these were once a guardian race of the humans and great experts of hell. Though they were now a shadow of their former selves, he would never permit their descendants to drink fresh blood like wild beasts, no matter how hungry they were.

Under close scrutiny from Lu Yun’s consciousness, the trembling darkfury approached the wild boar and summoned fresh springwater to skin and clean it. The others cautiously walked up and helped him as well.

Darkfuries were cultivators skilled in combat arts. They strongly repressed their hunger and desire to start a flame and roast the wild boar. Once the meat was thoroughly cooked, they could no longer resist their cravings and dug in with ravenous gusto.

Lu Yun watched them silently. Reason returned to the group when they’d had their fill and their eyes no longer glowed green.

“Milord!” The old darkfury from before stood up and bowed respectfully to Lu Yun. In this moment, he seemed to regain something that’d been lost long ago—his dignity.

“What is your name?” Lu Yun asked.

“In response to milord, I have no name. None of my tribe have names,” murmured the elder. “We’ve become orphans of the universe ever since the destruction of the human dao. The master of the realm does not permit our entrance to that flourishing world, so we can only roam this newly born one.”

Lu Yun nodded slightly. In the waning days of human dao, many races under its banner had turned traitor to give humanity a fatal blow. But the darkfuries and a few rare others in hell had steadfastly stood on humanity’s side until hell itself had been shattered. They’d been exiled by the new rulers and left to wander around the newly born worlds.

After the establishment of the immortal dao, everything about that war had been concealed and so all of these races were completely forgotten. They were the lost races of the world, doomed to be eternal vagabonds around the boundaries of the realms.

But it was also because of this that they didn’t forget their past.

“You can go back now,” Lu Yun said softly to the elder. “The human race should pay their debt to you.”

“We can’t, none of us can go back.” The elder shook his head. “Milord, a new great dao runs through the heavens. They call it the immortal dao.

“We are the abandoned races and can’t assimilate into it. We can’t practice immortal dao either.”