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Chapter 2204 Orc Curse Chapter 66
The Beast King Mash sat on a fallen tree trunk with the human who had defeated him, watching the fireworks rising in the distance and listening to laughter and cheers.

He hadn't heard of such a thing for centuries; who could laugh on an empty stomach?

The stinging pain in his cheek made his mouth twitch. The solid punch had left him with a blank memory, a series of flashbacks. Only now was he beginning to remember what had happened.

It was a gloomy day. As usual, he looked at the pictures and text on the animal skin and pondered their meaning. Suddenly, his deputy burst in, shouting, "Your Majesty, a group of hairless monkeys are clamoring to see you!"

He subconsciously replied, "Don't call me King," as it sounded really unpleasant. Then he suddenly realized something from the panic on his deputy's face: "Hairless monkey" was a term the orcs secretly used to refer to humans.

For a time, the Great Beast God Priest's blockade of communication with human civilization was so severe that even the word "human" could not be mentioned.

The arrival of humans in their tribe is a very serious matter; if they are not careful, they will be branded as traitors and then besieged and killed by all the other orc tribes.

The Windjark clan was already struggling, and being misunderstood as having ties with humans was more than just adding insult to injury.

He hurried out of the house, asking as he went where the priest was. The answer filled him with despair: the priest had already seen them, but his deputy, who also knew the seriousness of the situation, had a strange expression and only said that the hairless monkeys had disguised themselves.

He almost rolled his eyes. The High Priest of the Beast God had the blessing of the Beast God, and his eyes could see right through people's clothes, let alone their disguises.

But this gave him a glimmer of hope. The eyes of the Great Beast God Priest weren't all-seeing. Perhaps those humans were disguised very well, and only individuals like them who had broken through the limits of their level could see through them.

When he saw those humans, everything went black. He had never seen such a perfunctory disguise before; they were just wearing animal head masks.

But the high priests of the beast god didn't react at all. Instead, they came over and told him that these beastmen were challenging his leadership.

Before he could even comprehend what he was hearing, his deputy erupted in anger, berating the high priest for his lack of manners.

Who does that minotaur think he is, daring to challenge our king to a duel? Does he even deserve it?

[Your Majesty, hurry! Go and fight that minotaur one-on-one! Let him see your might!]

He strongly suspected that this guy wanted to usurp the throne.

The human wearing the bull-head mask sounded young, but he was burly and strong, clearly a powerhouse. Sending him into a one-on-one fight would be asking for trouble.

Logically, he should have quickly exposed these poorly disguised humans and drawn a clear line between himself and the Great Beast God Priest, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

He accepted the challenge.

He wanted to run, but he didn't want to escape.

As a result, he seemed to have given up, as if he was venting something, exchanging punches for punches, his accumulated fat trembling and burning in his opponent's fists.

The burning heat throughout his body made his blood boil.

"Want one?" Dali Feizhuan rolled up a sausage and offered it to Beast King Mash in the manner of offering a cigarette.

Without any instruction, Beast King Mash took the sausage with two fingers, held it to his mouth, and with an extremely melancholy expression... sucked the entire sausage in.

He instinctively knew he should savor it a little longer, but his taste buds wouldn't allow such deliciousness to go into his mouth without reaching his stomach.

Dali Feizhuan, quite knowledgeable, handed over another brick.

"Ahem, what was Lottie Sandrak thinking, letting you all come wearing those animal head masks?"

“We speak the orc language, so we were virtually invincible when facing the High Priest of the Beast God.” “Then why did you take off your hood at the end and deliberately reveal your identity?”

"I saw you looked like you wanted to run away, and I was wondering what this guy was up to. Even in this situation, he still wanted to run away. He had no choice but to expose his identity."

"Well, I'm really... sorry." Beast King Mash gave a wry smile, wanting to say something more, but not knowing what to say.

“I should be apologizing. I saw those great beast god priests leave. I'm afraid your Windjak clan has no way back.”

"Turning back?" Beast King Mash shook his head helplessly.

The orcs of the Windjak clan accepted the help from the humans without any resistance, because the humans brought food.

Those foods not only filled our stomachs, but also brought a warmth that reached our souls.

The same food was transformed into different dishes; hungry soldiers could eat and drink to their hearts' content, while weak mothers and children were served nutritious porridge.

This is truly a despicable scheme, radiating a simple kindness that is impossible to refuse; accepting kindness never requires learning.

"In the world you're talking about, can the weak even get enough to eat?"

"Yes," Dali Feizhuan answered decisively. "If not, then keep changing it until such a world exists."

"...Is that so?" Beast King Mash chuckled. "Then if you're going to die, at least eat and drink your fill before you die."

"We won't die if we eat and drink our fill. We'll survive and then eat even more delicious food." Dali Feizhuan tilted his head back and slowly exhaled.

The Windyak clan's tribe wasn't as large as the Gianthoof tribe, but it was just as lively. However, most of the noise came from the beast king Marsh's loud-voiced lieutenant.

This guy, as a cheetah orc, is incredibly burly; he's more like a jaguar than a cheetah.

The deputy was quite straightforward; he considered anyone who fed the Windjak clan a good person and didn't hold back in cursing the Great Beast God in front of them.

"A fair fight to resolve conflicts? Bullshit!"

"You got a beating when your prey was stolen, and then you got another beating during a supposedly fair duel?"

"Reverse! Reverse!"

"His personality isn't mature enough, otherwise I wouldn't have continued to serve as the Beast King."

Beast King Mash shook his head helplessly. He wanted to take a deep breath and get down to business, but he found that the air was filled with the aroma of food. He took a breath and ended up feeling hungry.

"Let's eat first," Dali Feizhuan invited, while dramatically giving himself a thumbs-up.

"My cooking skills are probably ten times my physical strength."

"Really? I'll have to experience it. If I've eaten your fist, I'll eat your food too." Beast King Mash stood up, stretched vigorously, and his bones cracked all over.

It's been 500 years; it's as if he's been warming up for the run ahead for a full 500 years.

"Then, get ready to run."

(End of this chapter)