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Chapter 2211 Orc Curse Chapter 73
"Can I ask for help?"

Dali Feizhuan was the first to raise questions.

"Does this guy really speak in such classical Chinese? And he said such a long string of words, how come you only have four words to say?"

"Of course, I polished it. There are quite a few words in the orc language that end with surnames, positions, and status, just like the Zora tribe's habitual ending [Zora-].

Pandi the thief paid no attention to the criticism of the powerful brick-throwing man. Instead, he was deeply moved by this seemingly useless ending phrase, which was derived from the fact that only the language was unified but the written language was not. It was unified by pronunciation and constantly emphasized the name of each region.

Having written records would certainly be more convenient.

"You need something?" Beast King Lottie Sandrak frowned, eyeing Barbarian King Lothar suspiciously, wondering what favor Lothar could possibly need their help with.

Strictly speaking, neither rebellious tribes, rebels, nor challengers of the Great Beast God pose any trouble to Lothar the Barbarian King.

That was the mission that King Lothar was proud of, and he would never share with anyone the supreme reward and glory that he had earned through countless bloody battles and near-death experiences.

Therefore, the trouble that King Lothar mentioned must have nothing to do with the orcs' own order and rules.

Beast King Lottie Sandrak subconsciously turned around to look at Mighty Brick. Mighty Brick was stunned, raised his finger and pointed at himself, first with a face full of doubt, then his expression froze.

He seemed to have guessed what trouble King Lothar was referring to, and at the same time, he once again understood the difficulty of increasing player world reputation.

Seeing the unnatural expressions on the faces of the group, Lottie Sandrak, the Beast Queen, understood. She sighed helplessly in her heart and turned to look at the Barbarian King Lothar.

"I think it's probably related to the ghouls and the river of blood that formed after the giant fell."

“That’s right, it seems you already knew.” Barbarian King Lothar noticed the exchange of glances between Beast King Lottie Sandrak and the humans, but he didn’t care.

"The power contained in the blood of the giant is so strong that it can even distort and change the nature of the earth, this great vessel. I was originally glad that the river formed by the blood of the giant was far away from my clan's land, but the blood of the evil god has already flowed into my clan's land without a sound."

"It is not blood, but lust."

"Once that desire spreads, it will cause even those of our race who have not come into contact with the blood of the giants to be as if they were tainted."

"Are you sure you didn't overdo the editing and beautification?" Dali Feizhuan rolled his eyes and whispered in the chat group.

"Why does this muscular tough guy speak in such a refined manner?"

"That's called contrast. The martial arts champion is also skilled in both martial arts and literature. Do you really think a rough man can be a deputy? Even the deputy of a wild animal group sometimes serves as a strategist."

Pandy the thief rolled his eyes, speechless at the interruption caused by the powerful brick-throwing incident.

"So you're here to hold me accountable?"

“No, I’m saying it literally. There’s no need, nor is it necessary, to go on and on.” King Lothar of the Barbarians remained with his arms crossed, like a solemn statue.

"However, if you insist on hearing one sentence from me before you can listen to what I have to say next, then I will give you one sentence."

"That's just the hopeless self-degradation sinking deeper. If it wasn't yesterday, it would be today or tomorrow, not to mention that you have no direct connection to this matter."

Lottie Sandrak, the Beastmaster, and Mighty Brick and his group breathed a sigh of relief. They were genuinely worried that the Barbarian King Lothar might take his anger out on them because of Azazel, or even extend that hatred to everything related to Azazel.

This is usually how things would develop, but fortunately, King Lothar was surprisingly reasonable. "If you want us to wipe out the ghouls and the masterminds behind introducing the blood of the giants into the orcish territory, rest assured, we will definitely help. In fact, we have always considered them and the Great Beast God as our enemies."

This blatant declaration of war caused King Lothar to narrow his eyes, and a fierce aura spread out, instantly silencing the surroundings.

Lottie Sandrak, the Beastmaster, tensed up, ready for battle at any moment, but in the end, Lothar, the Barbarian King, merely grunted.

"You shouldn't have grouped the Great Beast God with those who have fallen into depravity; it's an insult."

Lottie Sandrak, the Beastmaster, was not surprised but delighted, as if she had heard good news from Lothar, the Barbarian King.

"You mean, the Great Beast God finally considers those ghoul beastmen to be enemies?!"

Barbarian King Lothar remained silent, and Beastmaster Lottie Sandrak's expression immediately fell into disappointment.

"I see. It's better to have the ghouls tainted with the blood of the giants as enemies than none at all. Will the Sandrak clan go after those fallen forbidden beings tainted with the blood of evil gods?"

Seeing the hopeful look in Lottie Sandrak's eyes, the Barbarian King Lothar remained silent for a moment before nodding.

"We will go and punish them."

"Then what's the priority? Is it us rebels, or those ghouls tainted with the blood of evil gods?" Beast King Lottie Sandrak pressed.

Seemingly accustomed to Lottie Sandrak's persistent questioning, or perhaps already having the answer, Barbarian King Lothar quickly provided his response this time.

"Rebellion or rebellion, what I see is that you are making the lives of the orcs better. The ghouls tainted by the blood of the evil god have become harmful beasts; they only know how to harm orcs."

"So I know that even if I don't ask you, you will still be at odds with those depraved people. What I ask for is just some questions."

"Confused?" Beastmaster Lottie Sandrak was taken aback, then became even more confused by the question posed by Barbarian King Lothar.

"What do you think of the Sandrak clan? Do you still have any aspirations towards the Sandrak clan?"

After a moment's hesitation, Beastmaster Lottie Sandrak nodded.

Regardless, the Sandrak clan represents something very important to orcs; otherwise, most powerful orcs wouldn't want to become Sandrak now.

The Barbarian King Lothar's posture became inexplicably more relaxed.

"At least the Sandrak clan never practiced communal eating, did they?"

"..." King Lothar remained silent for a moment, unnoticed by anyone.

“I have a question too,” asked Lottie Sandrak, the Beast King. “The Great Beast God understands everything, doesn’t he?”

King Lothar nodded.

"Then why is the Great Beast God still..." Beast King Lottie Sandrak didn't know what to say for a moment. There was too much to say, so much so that she didn't know what to say. In the end, she could only summarize it in one sentence.

"Why doesn't the Great Beast God change?"

(End of this chapter)