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Chapter 2212 Orc Curse Chapter 74
If the Great Beast God knew everything that was happening in the Orcish region and understood its significance, then why didn't he change it?

Is it that they can't do it, or that they're unwilling?

This question involves many aspects, and after a long silence, King Lothar finally offered a single explanation.

"Because of the differences in what needs to be changed."

"The Great Beast God's goal is even greater...? So great that we cannot understand it, cannot bear it." Beast King Lottie Sandrak gave a bitter smile, then raised her head, her face resolute.

"Please tell the Great Beast God that we are coming to challenge him! Tell him to prepare himself!"

The barbarian king Lothar curled his lips into a ferocious and majestic smile, revealing his fangs and exuding an aura of dominance.

"No need, the Great Beast God has been waiting for a challenger. And..."

The barbarian king Lothar removed his tattered cloak, released his grip, and let the wind carry the cloak toward the beast king Lottie Sandrak, his tone softening.

“Lottie, I’m proud of your Sandrak surname.”

"Varied--"

In the instant the cloak obscured her vision, the Barbarian King Lothar vanished from Lottie Sandrak's sight, leaving only the tattered cloak clinging to her chest.

Even though Lottie Sandrak, the Beastmaster, had her back to them, they could feel the warmth of her face through her fluffy fur.

The atmosphere became a little awkward. Bai Xiaonao muttered something to himself and whispered to the bull-beastman, wondering if their leader had been harassed and if she was still single because she had seen too many stunning people when she was young.

Even the Minotaur King knew he couldn't say these words, so he kept his mouth shut and pretended he hadn't seen anything.

However, everyone present had incredibly sharp hearing, and coupled with the tiger-beastman's naturally deep voice, Bai Xiaonao's supposedly discreet muttering was no different from shouting at the top of his lungs.

Lottie Sandrak, the Beast King, turned around and looked at the dozen or so pairs of eyes in front of him. He was quite calm. This old guy, who had lived for hundreds of years, had nothing to be ashamed of.

"I admire him."

However, if it is something that even life and death, stance, and time cannot change, and it remains as innocent and beautiful as when we first met, then let's adorn it with some embellishments that bring a knowing smile to people's faces.

“…Ahem, I think he might be trying to be friendly.” Dali Feizhuan coughed lightly, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere.

He looked at the corpse of the plant-type monster and spoke with emotion.

He couldn't identify the dead monster, but judging from its size, the type of creature it mimicked, and the cross-section, it was a plant-type monster at least level 200, which was quite powerful.

This plant-type monster only had one wound, which means that the Barbarian King Lothar killed it in one hit.

He was incredibly strong. Just thinking about having to fight both the Barbarian King Lothar and the Great Beast God gave him a headache. And what was even more troublesome than Lothar's strength was his intelligence.

"I reckon he's been observing us from a great distance for a while now. After figuring out what we're doing, he specially sent us the plant-type monster corpses we need."

In fact, Dali Feizhuan was also worried about one more thing: whether the Barbarian King Lothar had seen their troop deployment in preparation for the encirclement led by the Sandrak clan.

It doesn't matter that Lothar, the Barbarian King, saw their fighting style. Lothar is a humanoid monster, and he uses a completely different fighting style than large monsters that deal with plant-type monsters.

Lottie Sandrak, the Beast King, shook her head helplessly.

"With his abilities, he might have already been active in the Giant Hoof tribe, but there's no point in thinking about that. He's an enemy we can't avoid no matter what. He's the enemy we can only fight to the very end because we share the same stance." "Sigh, if only the little angels could find Azazel's lair." Mighty Brick crossed his arms and sighed regretfully.

Inviting powerful NPCs, especially BOSS-level NPCs, to become teammates can be very satisfying in terms of both experience and sense of accomplishment. However, achieving this goal is generally very difficult.

Even if the conditions are met, they can be put on hold due to various unforeseen circumstances, just like now, where they have a common enemy but can only give up because they don't know its exact location.

However, there's no regret about the powerful brick-throwing, since Muta's ultimate goal is to have Azazel lead the ghouls they've bred to the Great Beast God's Goblet of Fire.

There were still opportunities to fight together at that time.

"All we have to do is make thorough preparations and then come before him as we just loudly proclaimed."

"Hmm." Beast King Lottie Sandrak clutched the tattered cloak in her hands, her gaze fixed on the distance, as if searching for that tangible gust of wind.

……

King Lothar stood at a distance, gazing at the entire Gianthoof tribe, inhaling the scent of effort carried on the wind.

The beastmen of the Gianthoof tribe are changing their lives, and there's a tense feeling in their efforts. He knows what that feeling means—it's the tension of facing the behemoth ahead.

He had smelled this scent on his companions before, when they faced orc tribes with no sense of unity, who hated each other to the point of wanting to exterminate each other, and humans who were eyeing them covetously.

Unexpectedly, one day he, the Great Beast God, became a being that the beastmen feared and were wary of, causing them misfortune.

What an irony.

All his unspoken words were condensed into a soft sigh. After taking one last, lingering look at the Giant Hoof Tribe, he turned to look at the confluence of the mountains, his eyes reflecting the raging flames there.

"Great Beast God, you have gone too far from us, and seen things that we cannot even comprehend..."

"It's time to go."

He muttered to himself, glanced at the Giant Hoof Clan with some lingering affection, then turned and transformed into a whirlwind, blowing towards the place where the mountains converged.

Deep within the Orcish region, beneath the Great Beast God's Goblet of Flame, formed by countless mountain ranges resembling dragons, lies a colossal village that can only be described as majestic.

That was the tribe of the Sandrak clan.

It was incredibly lively, every bit of its energy exuding prosperity, a stark contrast to the tranquility and hardship of other orc tribes. Perhaps in the eyes of other orcs, this place was like a paradise.

At the entrance to the tribe stood two orc guards, their eyes revealing contrasting emotions of enthusiasm and despondency.

It's like pursuing the highest peak in life, only to find that the highest peak is completely different from what you imagined.

What fuels the flames in their eyes? And when those flames are burned out, all that remains is disappointment and...degradation.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, and the flames in the orc guard's eyes burned even brighter in the wind.

The barbarian king Lothar returned here riding the raging wind.

(End of this chapter)