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Chapter 2214 Orc Curse Chapter 76
The sudden outburst of the Barbarian King Lothar stunned the multi-horned beastmen, but only for a moment.

Their eyes turned bloodshot in an instant, and they roared as they surrounded the barbarian king Lothar. It was unclear whether it was the death of their companions or the primal savagery awakened by drinking the crimson liquid.

The high priest and the other great beast god priests immediately stepped forward, naturally acting as peacemakers. This attack made them directly aware of the power of the barbarian king, Lothar.

The priests blocked the multi-horned beastmen. As fellow members of the Sandrak clan, the multi-horned beastmen's faces prevented the enraged beastmen from launching a direct attack. Instead, they let out low growls at the barbarian king Lothar through the human wall.

The commotion of death brought the frenzied banquet to an end, and almost all the Sandrak clan orcs gathered around. The four orc kings and a dozen orc generals all looked at the barbarian king Lothar with hostile expressions.

However, neither the Beast General nor the Beast King spoke, leaving the right to dialogue, or rather, accountability, to the High Priest. Here, only the High Priest was of equal status to Lothar, the Barbarian King, the Great Beast God's second-in-command.

"Your Majesty, are you perhaps mistaken about something?"

Seeing the four beast kings and beast generals gather behind him, the high priest's voice became more confident.

King Lothar completely ignored the high priest's words, instead scanning the area like a lion eyeing an invading force.

A chill ran through the high priest. The barbarian king Lothar's expression was not that of a lion simply defending his land, but rather that of a desolate and resolute "last man" whose territory and people had been completely destroyed.

"Your Majesty, you misunderstand. We have not become ghouls!"

The high priest, who had originally wanted an explanation from the barbarian king Lothar, immediately began to defend himself.

The high priest knew what the strongest and oldest beast king was angry about, and he knew the bottom line of the barbarian king Lothar.

Defeating or even killing other orcs is a belief that orcs have always upheld the supremacy of strength, but eating other orcs is a completely different matter.

Killing for food and treating one's own kind as food is taboo for the Sandrak clan, who consider themselves the Beast King and protectors of the orcs.

As long as this bottom line is maintained, a delicate balance can be maintained between Barbarian King Lothar and the Sandrak clan, but...

I'm so curious! What is that delicious food that fascinates and drives the ghouls so crazy? Even the noblest of the ghouls has never tasted or experienced such a delicacy.

When curiosity sets in about what lies beyond the boundary, the act of communal eating has already crossed that line, and so it begins. After a minor transgression, they were fortunate enough to stop in time; the flesh and blood of their own kind were not as delicious as they had imagined.

The transgression brought a sense of relief, and a touch of smugness.

It's unclear whether Lothar was smug that he hadn't discovered their transgressions, or whether, even if he did know, he could only continue to tolerate them out of fear of their high status.

One transgression, one crossing of the line, and it becomes commonplace, as long as one doesn't descend into the madness and addiction of the ghouls.

But habit is even more detestable than addiction.

The multi-horned beastmen ate as if savoring a delicacy incomprehensible to others, because it was so commonplace, because there was absolutely no addiction, and because nothing affected them from making them forget how far they had strayed from the bottom line.

Reason kept them from crossing the line, but this time the delicious food and the excuse tore away their restraint, making them lose themselves in the enjoyment.

Facing the imposing barbarian king Lothar, the high priest broke out in a cold sweat and revealed the reason he had heard for their feasting and even the banquet.

“These are not orcs; they are monsters tainted by blood, devoured by desire and degenerated into beasts. They are even completely different from us in appearance!”

"We are just like any other ordinary life form, eating things that make us stronger!" These two sentences, or rather, the excuse, were like a spell that gave people confidence. After the high priest shouted them out, he straightened his back and became righteous. The multi-horned beastmen around him also became indignant at his words.

It's as if the barbarian king Lothar was the one in the wrong.

The barbarian king Lothar ignored the high priest and stared intently at an empty corner.

"Come out, I've found you."

"Hahaha~ As expected of the strongest beast king, you still managed to find me. I used a legendary item to hide. I'll kill the person who brags about this item later."

Wearing a smiling mask, an apron, and a chef's hat, Muta appeared in the empty space, his hands behind his back, standing with unparalleled elegance.

The appearance of Muta caused a stir among the multi-horned beastmen, not out of astonishment or surprise, but out of guilt.

Clearly, the multi-horned beastmen knew that Muta was here, and that this lavish feast was even prepared by Muta.

“Barbarian King, I…we can explain.” The high priest stammered.

"High Priest, what do you have to be afraid of? It's just about enjoying the food brought by humans, isn't it? The Giant Hoof Tribe does the same thing."

Muta remained standing with his hands behind his back, speaking in an extremely fair tone as if he were an outsider.

"If Your Majesty had slaughtered all the Gianthoof tribes who enjoyed the food brought by humans, that would be a different story. So, Your Majesty, have you slaughtered them all?"

“No,” said the barbarian king Lothar calmly.

“No? That’s really bad news.” Muta laughed easily.

"You haven't even attacked the Gianthoof Tribe, so how can you punish the Sandrak Clan? The Gianthoof Tribe has established deep cooperation with humans and is about to establish trade, while the Sandrak Clan has only had a feast. This is to make the Sandrak Clan stronger so that they can lead the orcs."

"Yes, yes, Your Majesty the Barbarian King, you did not punish the rebels, have you betrayed us?!" The High Priest seemed to have gained confidence.

King Lothar's response to the High Priest was to cleave him in two.

Even the multi-horned beastmen, who were growling around them and seemed ready to pounce at any moment, were stunned.

"Ha, how could you do such a thing? If you do that, all you can do is slaughter everyone."

Muta smiled helplessly, but the two hands he pulled out from behind his back each held a butcher's knife.

Almost the next second, the barbarian king Lothar appeared in front of him, his iron-like left hand slashing down.

Just as Muta raised his twin swords as if to parry, he made a perfect dodge, twisting his body to avoid the attack. Using the momentum from his turn, he slashed at the eyes of the barbarian king, Lothar, with his twin swords side by side.

"Roar--"

With a roar, the barbarian king Lothar froze all the multi-horned beastmen, including Muta.

(End of this chapter)