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Chapter 2176 Orc Curse Chapter 38
Murphy's Law states that anything that can go wrong will eventually go wrong. Its original intention is to remind people to be fully prepared and consider all possible mistakes.

However, as Murphy's Law was mentioned and applied more and more, it was gradually demonized and evolved into "the worst-case scenario is very likely to occur".

Often, things develop so fast that even if you consider every possible detail that could go wrong, and make all the necessary preparations, there's not enough time to react.

The whole world, all developments, is ultimately a stage for everyone. Considering all possible mistakes is itself a kind of FLAG (a Chinese idiom for taking risks).

What the Pandy thieves saw was the worst possible situation, worse than they had imagined.

The special child born to the deer-beastman rescued by the nameless paladin, the former Beast King under the Great Beast God, and now one of the leaders of the rebellious tribe—Thunder Hammer Lottie Sandrak—not only happened to be revisiting his homeland today, but also happened to see several people on the ruins of his homeland after it burned.

Moreover, the vast majority of these humans are inherently filled with extreme hatred due to their numerous evil deeds.

If most NPCs are wary of players because of their low world reputation, then bad deeds will accumulate a kind of hidden attribute that will make any living being hostile at first glance.

Anyone who sees this scene will feel that their hometown has been destroyed by these people.

Pandi the Thief, Muta, and Lottie Sandrak, the Beastmaster, maintain a strange triangle.

Upon witnessing the destruction of her homeland and the complete disappearance of her people, Lottie Sandrak did not erupt in anger. Although the thunder, a symbol of rage and suppressed fury, surged through her body, she remained remarkably restrained in her observation.

Muta, wearing a mask that obscured his identity, was the most relaxed, sizing up Lottie Sandrak.

Pandi the Thief faces the most pressure because she is the weakest. She is a support-type assassin, skilled in reconnaissance and infiltration. Her direct combat ability is not weak, but it is not enough to contend with the Beast King Lottie Sandrak and the leader of Azazel, whose levels are unknown.

Although she had secretly sent a distress signal, their Fairy Kingdom guild was severely short-handed. Mighty Brick was protecting the orc villagers, and Kate the Cat was luring away Azazel's main force. There was simply no one to provide support.

If it were only Lottie Sandrak, the Beastmaster, she could have led her to the orc village chief to explain things, but the one lurking in the village was the strongest of the Azazel.

Pandy the thief sighed inwardly. She was the type to complain about how the plot deliberately created conflicts, forcing characters who could have been teammates to first become enemies, and then go through a series of troubles before finally becoming teammates. She didn't know how many times the real villains had used this process.

Now she has to admit that it wasn't intentional; it was just that what was meant to happen was bound to happen.

Pandi the Thief crouched low, while Beast King Lottie Sandrak narrowed her eyes, the thunderous roar emanating from her growing increasingly piercing. Muta remained relaxed, her hand gripping the mace tapping the handle, counting the beats.

The three are like fast gunslingers from the West. If it were just a duel between two people, it would be fine, just a matter of who is faster. But with three people, things get complicated. Any move by any one of them would disrupt the balance.

Pandy's mind raced, focused on proving his harmless identity to Lottie Sandrak, the Beast King, but unfortunately, the Mark of Good Deeds had already expired and disappeared.

Just then, Dali Feizhuan sent out two words in the group chat.

【Thanks】

"Th-thank you?" Pandy, the thief, blurted out what she had seen without thinking, only realizing how stupid she had been afterward.

What's the point of thanking someone at this moment? It's as absurd as a gunslinger farting during a Western Conference shootout. You'd be lucky if the other two on edge didn't instinctively focus fire on you.

Almost the instant Pandey the Thief felt frustrated, Muta launched his attack, swinging his deadly spiked club at Pandey, while Beast King Lottie Sandrak charged towards him at the same time. "Fuck—"

Before Pandi the Thief could finish his curse, Beast King Lottie Sandrak's powerful kick, cracked like lightning-struck wood, landed on Muta, sending him flying.

But Muta is no simple character either. As the leader of Azazel's rabble who revel in evil and crime, he naturally possesses absolute power.

Beast King Lottie Sandrak's expression was stern, but the right leg that kicked Muta away burst into countless sprays of blood.

Despite being the one who launched the sneak attack, he was injured in the right leg by Myuta's instant counterattack, but fortunately he managed to knock Myuta away first.

Pandi the thief reacted quickly. Although he didn't yet understand how Beast King Lottie Sandrak could distinguish friend from foe, it was better to act first than to figure things out.

"Walk."

Pandi the thief turned and rushed toward the orc village chief's hiding place. She was extremely cautious, keeping her words concise, afraid that Muta's ears were sharp enough to hear her.

There was nothing we could do; the other party was a legendary figure in the urban legend world.

Without saying a word, Beastmaster Lottie Sandrak glanced in the direction where Muta had been knocked away, then turned and followed Pandi the Thief.

Only after Pandi the Thief and Lottie Sandrak, the Beast King, had gone far away did Muta slowly emerge from the swirling dust.

Lottie Sandrak's sneak attack was deflected by him with his spiked club, but since both feet were off the ground at the time, he had no foothold and was thus sent flying.

He glanced in the direction where Beastmaster Lottie Sandrak and Pandy the Thief had disappeared.

"Specialized scouts are passive in erasing traces, and there's no point in chasing them."

Muta put down the spiked club in his hand, sat on a piece of ruins, crossed his hands and rested his chin on them, his eyes narrowed behind his mask.

"Orc villages, civilization, special orc individuals with a level of 200 or higher... and those who can understand human languages."

“Interesting. Maybe we can push the plan forward in one go.” Muta’s eyes crinkled. “I’m pretty fed up with the current lukewarm state. It’s no fun if the body dies before the cancer cells spread.”

……

"Did you make it?"

Dali Feizhuan breathed a sigh of relief. After Pandi the Thief briefly explained the dangerous situation, he thought of a way to prove his identity like the Beast King Lottie Sandrak.

He bet that the first human phrase the orc rescued by the nameless paladin would have special significance, and he also bet that the Beastmaster Lottie Sandrak actually remembered every word his mother had ever said.

Looking at it this way, most of it was gambling, but fortunately he wasn't a gambling addict, and he won once in a while.

(End of this chapter)