Free Web NovelChapter 2655: Chapter 1789: This Hero Has a Traditional Skill
Although Lisetta was quite uneasy about eating orcs, those survivors seemed to have no particular objection, devouring several roasted orc babies voraciously. To Lisetta, this scene was quite hellish, but Duanmu Huai clearly felt that as long as they didn’t get poisoned, it was fine.
The reason for choosing the cubs was because their meat is tender and juicy, making it easier to digest.
However, for Lisetta, this wasn’t the end, because afterward, Duanmu Huai issued another command — he demanded that all the orc heads be chopped off and piled up to form a pyramid-shaped structure at the town gate, then cover it with earth to create a high burial mound.
Naturally, Lisetta couldn’t tolerate this.
"Why are you doing such a cruel thing?"
Facing Lisetta’s protest, Duanmu Huai remained as indifferent as ever.
"You know nothing. This is an age-old traditional culture! It’s a national treasure! It’s an intangible cultural heritage! When our ancestors were doing this, the Evil Gods in Subspace hadn’t even grown teeth yet!"
"???"
Lisetta was at a loss for words, overwhelmed by the barrage of names Duanmu Huai threw at her, while Mary and Hei Chuan Chi Yin watched the drama unfold from the side—since they knew that once Duanmu Huai decided to do something, no one could stop her. Unlike Lisetta, Mary and Hei Chuan Chi Yin didn’t see anything wrong with it.
Although, strictly speaking, it was indeed a bit peculiar.
After constructing this strange building, Duanmu Huai let the others rest for a while, then issued a command to leave the town with everyone.
"Aren’t we staying here to fight the orcs?"
Walking beside Duanmu Huai, Lisetta asked puzzledly, while Mary silently took notes at the side. She felt she didn’t need to ask questions anymore, as this Goddess seemed a bit... dim-witted, so she let her handle the tricky questions.
"You are such a useless idiot."
Duanmu Huai once again glanced at Lisetta dismissively.
"This town has long been destroyed, losing its value as a battlefield. Staying here and getting beaten isn’t my style. Of course, it’s your fault; if you could open the teleportation portal, we wouldn’t be in such trouble!"
Lisetta was speechless at Duanmu Huai’s reprimand. Initially, Duanmu Huai planned to have Lisetta open the teleportation portal to go to the next location, just like in the previous world. However, Lisetta discovered that the portal was completely blocked and couldn’t be opened, let alone used for teleportation.
Later, one of the slaves told them that this was because Bunogaios, the Beastman King ruling this continent, possessed a magic device called the Curse Binding Ball, which could block all spatial teleportation. Even humans couldn’t leave this continent; otherwise, they’d trigger the device’s effect and be killed.
That’s why Duanmu Huai hurriedly led everyone to march forward, and naturally, her attitude towards the less useful, yet verbose Lisetta wasn’t too good.
A teleportation spell cast by a Goddess being blocked by such a magic device—how ridiculous!
What a complete waste of space.
"So what are we going to do now?"
Lisetta didn’t retort further, knowing it would be pointless to do so, and switched topics instead.
"Do what we have to do."
Duanmu Huai snorted coldly but patiently explained to Lisetta.
"These survivors have lived here all along; they are more familiar with this place than anyone else. I’ve asked them, and currently, this area serves as a rear position. Its main function is to supply the Demon King and the orc army with various logistical resources, including food, materials, and other stuff. Because of this, the defenses of nearby towns are relatively weak. So I plan to start from here."
"You mean going to rescue those slaves?"
"Our task is to eliminate the aliens, rescuing slaves is only incidental."
Duanmu Huai forcibly changed Lisetta’s order of priorities.
"Besides, this time, it’s not us who will act."
"What do you mean?"
"What did you think I left those people for? Just to eat?"
Duanmu Huai glanced at the ragged humans trailing behind them.
"This time, they will be the ones to start the attack."
"Huh?"
Lisetta didn’t understand what Duanmu Huai meant. In her view, these unarmed individuals, with low levels and attributes, would only face death when encountering orcs...
But soon, she would understand what Duanmu Huai meant.
For the rancher, an orc’s day was still as usual.
It wielded a whip, driving the feeble humans back into their pens, then planned to leave with its two guards. Its son was watching its work not far away, eyes gleaming. It remembered its son claiming he wanted to inherit the ranch and become the biggest rancher here, managing the largest number of humans.
"This is no easy task."
The rancher admonished its son, stating that humans are difficult to manage, very fragile, eat too little and risk dying, eat too much and risk escaping. Moreover, a disease spreads easily among them, requiring prolonged learning and practice to oversee them. This isn’t easy work, but it was gratified that its son was very resilient. Although it was still small, passing the ranch to it might take shorter than expected.
Just as the rancher planned to leave with its son, suddenly a voice reached its ears. It turned its head and saw a ragged figure of a woman appearing on the other side of the shrubs.
Damn it, an escaped slave!
The rancher frowned; damn it, how did she get over there? Why hadn’t the other guards noticed her escape? But it didn’t matter, as long as she was caught!
"You, go and bring her back! Tonight, we feast! I’ll eat her in front of the other slaves to let them know the cost of running away!"
The rancher gave the order, and soon, two guards nodded and quickly chased after her.
Their speed was wolf-like fast. As the two guards rushed into the forest, the slave’s silhouette only managed to flash through the shadows of the woods. To them, this was nothing of concern. The two guards exchanged a glance and charged at her with a vicious smile. They were already fantasizing about how they would feast that night, and this foolish slave would understand the folly of her actions.
The woman appeared to be running blindly; she dashed into a cave, but it was a dead end. She leaned against the rock, trembling as she watched the two orcs approaching her. The latter grinned; they enjoyed the process of cornering their prey and then watching them break down, surrender, and howl in death, just like this...
Because the two orcs were focused entirely on the woman, they did not notice the disarray on the ground at the cave entrance, as if something was being covered up. Unfortunately for them, it was too late. The moment they stepped on the ground, the cluster of grass suddenly collapsed, and the two orcs lost balance, spiraling into the pit below. They barely had time to react before the thick, sharp wooden spears below pierced through their bodies, turning the two orcs into bloody skewers.
"See, simple enough."
Duanmu Huai stood on a nearby slope, watching the scene and commenting.
"In the end, this is no different from dealing with tigers and bears. As long as they stupidly step into the trap, then the rest can be left to nature to handle."
The woman walked out of the cave and bowed respectfully to Duanmu Huai, who waved his hand.
"If you think they’re edible, pull them out. But I suggest eating something better."
Meanwhile, the rancher was unaware of what had happened to its guards, but even if it knew, it couldn’t react.
"Get your filthy hands off, human!"
The rancher stared venomously at the human slave standing before it, who had approached from the other side. At that time, the rancher only thought the other was a regular slave wanting to return to the barn, but unexpectedly, the next moment he pulled out a knife and held it to its son’s throat, the latter’s face ashen and trembling, almost ready to cry.
"I refuse."
The man stood there, staring at the rancher. The rancher suddenly felt the man’s gaze was somewhat peculiar, unlike the numb or fearful look of other slaves. It was like a flame ignited, burning ferociously. His gaze was full of calmness, with a hint of greedy desire, making the rancher’s skin crawl.
"That’s your child? You shouldn’t have brought it here."
".........What do you want?"
"Nothing much, just wait there."
"???"
"If you dare get closer..........."
The man pressed the blade firmly against the young orc’s throat.
"I’ll slit its neck."
"...........Alright."
The rancher thought for a moment and decided to follow the man’s words temporarily, but soon regretted it. Because the rancher saw, amidst the wheat field near the man, several figures emerging. They looked no different from ordinary working slaves, but each held a strange iron tube.
Then, the rancher saw a towering shadow appear from behind them.
"Raise your guns, aim at the enemy, and keep them within your sight."
The Night Guard’s deep voice sounded, and those people raised their laser weapons as ordered — these were given to them by Duanmu Huai, after all, he couldn’t let these people go into battle unarmed.
But as expected, Duanmu Huai would not teach them how to shoot.
"Remember, don’t aim for the head; while devastating, for ordinary enemies, the torso is a bigger target and easier to aim and hit. Alright, now, shoot."
Gunfire erupted.
Several red beams shot towards the rancher, whose body trembled violently before it quickly leapt to evade the attacks. However, the beams were far faster than the rancher’s expectations. Just as it left the ground, the scorching high-temperature laser penetrated its body, knocking it to the ground.
"Practice more."
The Night Guard nodded.
"Your response was good this time. Now maintain formation and clear the entire ranch."
"Yes."
"What about this cub? Sir?"
Facing the man’s inquiry, the Night Guard paused in silence.
"Your Honor, the Judge says it’s tastier after bleeding."
At this moment, the young orc stared wide-eyed at its father’s corpse, tears welling in its eyes; it opened its mouth to cry out——but simultaneously, the dagger had already sliced open its throat and windpipe, cold air rushing in from outside mixed with blood filling the lungs, its mouth opened wide but no sound came out, spurting blood gushed like a fountain. Soon, the young orc lost strength and collapsed to the ground.
"What do you plan to do?"
"Boil it; the last one burned, quite hard to control the heat."
"It’s decided then."
These were the last words the young orc heard in its dying moments.
