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Chapter 2219 Orc Curse Chapter 81
The Great Beast God's Flame Cup, located at the gathering place of the Dragon Mountain Range, is like the source, incredibly magnificent. It's hard to imagine that this existence, like the king of the mountains, was built by the beastmen.

As if to emphasize that she was not affected in any way, she introduced the Great Beast God's Flame Cup. This was something only she, who aimed to become the Great Beast God's priestess, knew. Other beastmen, even the Beast King, had only a vague understanding of it, knowing only that it was the Great Beast God's altar and the Great Beast God's location.

The Beast Kings will introduce the Great Beast God's Goblet of Fire, and their lines will not exceed two sentences. The third sentence will have to be made up.

If it weren't for the limited vocabulary of the orc language and their lack of talent in storytelling, the legend of the Great Beast God's Goblet of Fire would have been distorted beyond recognition by the fabricated accounts of the Beast Kings.

"The Great Beast God's Flame Cup is located on the existing, unfinished altar, which is the altar dedicated to the legendary leader of the alien kingdom, the Ancient Dragon Princess."

"If the Supreme Holy Kingdom hadn't launched a devastating attack on the alien kingdoms in the past, perhaps the orcish regions, or even the entire world, would be completely different today. Can you imagine such a world?"

"Yes, I can totally imagine it." Dali Feizhuan nodded seriously.

"Really!?" A turned around in surprise, but she quickly came to terms with it. A stranger who often talks nonsense but can say things that make a lot of sense might actually have seen such a world.

"What kind of world was that?"

"There will be orc girls." Mighty Brick perked up its ears. "Orc girls are the best."

A wanted to ask what a beast-eared girl was, but Dali Feizhuan's words caused a split and debate among the strangers, a debate between the righteous and the evil, which were irreconcilable.

One group, led by Mighty Flying Brick, thought that kemonomimi (animal-eared girls) were great and cute, while the other group thought that kemonomimi were absolutely evil, a manifestation of human perverse sexual desires, and just a sex toy, completely disrespecting the concept of beastmen.

Since they're after the thrill of encountering different species, they're going to pursue it to the end. The existence of beast-eared girls is just a superficial attempt, a pretense to pretend they like other species.

It's like claiming to be a big shot in the liquor industry when you're actually just eating steamed buns with fermented rice.

The two sides argued fiercely, almost to the point of coming to blows. Fortunately, there was no need for mediation. The side that considered the beast-eared girl to be evil silenced the side that was throwing bricks with just one sentence.

How many ears does that beast-eared girl have?

Because A didn't understand anything from beginning to end, A also didn't understand why the final, decisive statement ended the argument.

However, listening to the arguments of strangers is quite interesting. Strangers can bring them joy, but some strangers bring them misfortune.

A stopped and sniffed, and the other beast kings did the same. The wind carried with it a foul, nauseating smell.

"Those foreigners who burned down my village, who have been wandering the orcish territory and feeding the ghouls with the blood of the giants, have come. They are in the mountains across the way."

"How far away are those mountains on the other side?"

"They are upwind."

"Is that the problem?" Mighty Brick was taken aback by this amazing sense of smell. To be honest, if players could choose an orc as their character, he seriously doubted whether they could bring out the individual abilities and characteristics of an orc.

Don't end up making orcs look like humans in leather suits, with no difference between them. Homogenization of classes, races, and weapons is a major problem that causes games to lose their market competitiveness.

"What am I thinking about?" Dali Feizhuan patted his head, clearing his mind of distractions.

We haven't even taken the first step yet, why think so much?

"How far away are they from us?"

Dali Feizhuan checked his items, considering that their enemies included Azazel and Muta, so many of them were specifically designed to deal with players.

"They're a little faster than us, and they outnumber us by a significant margin." A's expression was grave; she had already experienced firsthand the power of the outsiders.

Strangers are incredibly reliable as friends, capable of bringing miracles, but conversely, they can be terrifying as enemies.

"All I can say is 'rest assured,' the premise of 'many hands make light work' is that everyone is united, not that everyone has their own ulterior motives," Dali Feizhuan comforted her.

As a player group primarily focused on crime and violence, Azazel typically employs a strategy of overwhelming numbers to bully the few, targeting lone players or novice groups. They rarely take action against powerful players or groups of powerful players.

A large part of the reason is that they are "outmatched". Azazel's team combat is just a swarm attack, with no actual coordination. It is purely about intimidating the target with their momentum. Every Azazel player is only thinking about themselves and wanting to steal kills. Their first target is often the enemy standing in front of them, and only then do they gang up on the target.

Of course, Mighty Bricks didn't rely on the inherent weaknesses of Azazel players to win; his reliance was on the average strength of his own lineup.

Aside from the strongest individual player, Little Angel, who was searching for Azazel's lair and was not present, he gathered the first batch of players participating in the "Planting on Vegetation" event. These were considered his own people, totaling thirty players. Each of them was a powerful player who was not afraid of being surrounded and attacked by Azazel even when acting alone. Moreover, they had gotten to know each other during this time and had formed a complete team.

Believing they won't lose isn't arrogance or setting a flag; it's an objective fact, like comparing the hardness of a few stones to a pile of eggs. But the problem is, the players in Azazel are never the focus.

The danger always lies with Muta alone. Muta's individual strength is only a small part of the criteria for judging his danger level; the vast majority is Muta's actions.

Most of the time, Muta's actions do not require excessive strength, and no one can guess what he wants to do. Even if you know his ultimate goal, it is difficult to guess how he will achieve that result.

Just like now, Muta was clearly feeding the ghouls with the blood of the evil god, yet he led the players to the Great Beast God's Goblet of Fire, which was very strange. That's why the Mighty Brick Flying Brick didn't call the little angel back.

All they can do now is to take the challenge head-on.

The group quickened their pace and met Azazel on the mountain peaks at the edges of the Great Beast God's Goblet of Fire. They stared at each other from afar.

Dali Feizhuan lowered his head, like a tiger about to pounce, while Miaota raised his head, generously exposing his throat, just to let the wind blow his hair, and looked down with a smile.

(End of this chapter)