Becoming a wet nurse is not the end of the story.

The ogre at the head of the caravan, wielding a massive spiked club, sneered as he looked at the various races before him, his eyes revealing an expression as if he were eyeing a piece of fat meat on his chopping board.

"Giving you both the goods and the water would mean we'd die on the way."

A delicate shout caused a slight commotion among the many ogres. A woman with black wings and a white veil, riding a black nightmare beast, slowly approached.

Her beautiful eyes, visible through the veil, were filled with icy light as she coldly stared at the ogres blocking her path. Though her expression was obscured, her indifference and disregard were palpable.

"Since you won't cooperate, don't blame us for being impolite. Men, attack! Leave no one alive."

When communication failed, the ogre leader said no more. He swung his spiked club heavily, and the ogres behind him howled and charged at the caravan with their weapons.

On the main road, in the long convoy, many guards stood scattered in front of the transport vehicles they were to protect. However, the ogres did not attack in a dispersed manner like them. Instead, they concentrated their main force on the supply vehicles loaded with water and food.

"Damn it." Realizing the other party's intentions, the woman with black wings quickly directed everyone to fight off the bandits who wanted to loot the supplies.

"Young Miss, they can still hold out over there. We can't abandon the defense of these goods."

The elderly man with white hair hurriedly stopped the woman's instructions, but was met with a cold glare. "Old Hua, I know what I'm doing. If our water is taken away, it will be difficult for us to hold on. We must protect these water trucks."

“But, Miss, if there’s a breach in our defenses, the enemy could very well turn around and attack the supplies there. If we can’t hold them, the consequences will be unimaginable, especially…”

She hesitated for a moment, but the woman stuck to her idea and prioritized the defense of her own supplies, ordering her many guards to protect the water trucks from damage.

However, the ogre leader was waiting for this opportunity. Soon, several more people appeared behind him, completely covered in black clothes, with only their eyes showing.

Several eerie figures appeared instantly beside the black-winged woman, their daggers already thrust towards her the moment they appeared.

The blade, gleaming with a cold light, made the woman feel a sense of impending death, and her whole body trembled at the chilling killing intent emanating from it.

"How dare these petty scoundrels be so rampant?"

With a cold snort, a giant hand formed from battle qi enveloped the woman, not only blocking the attacks of these blades, but also pulling her to the side of a carriage with its curtains trembling.

"It's true that any Tom, Dick, or Harry dares to cause trouble for our Koma caravan. Do they have a death wish?"

"Hmph, I've been waiting for you to come out."

The ogre leader glanced coldly at the still motionless carriage, but a deep shout echoed from a distant mountain valley across the entire battlefield.

A figure suddenly rushed down from the sky, its wings like those of an eagle, creating a powerful wind. Its hands swept across the sky, and a streak of battle aura instantly split the carriage in two.

"It's you, the traitorous saint of the Eagle Clan—Mohand Lenx."

The person inside the carriage also stood high in the sky, holding a long spear, coldly staring at the person in front of him. Above the eagle's wings were painted scarlet eyes. He was known as the Bloodwing Eagle Clan Saint, and also a traitor of the Eagle Clan.

"Hehehe, since you know it's me, then hurry up and leave. A mere Berserker-level cultivator, killing you is as easy as killing a chicken. I'll let you go while I'm in a good mood, otherwise, you'll all stay here."

"Hmph, just a Saint? Do you really think our Koma caravan has no Saints? If you mess with us, you'll be wanted by the entire Demon Race."

The man stood with his spear held horizontally, the cold glint of which shone into Mohand's eyes. In the blink of an eye, the man vanished into the sky, and the next second, the spear tip appeared in front of Mohand.

"It's ridiculous that an ant dares to attack a big tree. Should we call you brave, or should we call you reckless?"

The indifferent eagle-eyed man looked at the man in front of him who could no longer make any progress, a cold smile appearing on his thin lips, his finger lightly touching the tip of the gun pressed against his body.

The crisp sound resounded throughout the world in an instant, and it also tolled the man's death knell.

Before the gun-wielding arms could react, crimson blood gushed out, and with a scream, the man fell from the sky.

"Uncle Lekmo..."

With a flap of her wings, the woman flew up and caught the falling man, gently landing him on the ground. Her once beautiful almond-shaped eyes were now filled with hatred.

"Tsk tsk, this little girl is quite something. Even so, she still dares to look at me like that. If I catch her and take her back, I can probably play with her for a long time."

He rubbed his fingers on his chin, showing some interest in the black-winged girl, and glanced at the ogre leader.

"Understood, I will capture this woman for you right away."

"You dare! I am a member of the Blackwing Clan. You dare to touch me?"

Although somewhat flustered, the woman mustered her courage and bravely confronted the bandits. However, the screams echoing behind her constantly pounded on her fragile heart.

"Miss, run away quickly! We can't stop them. I didn't expect even a saint to get involved. It seems the Demon King's return gift to the Eagle Clan is extraordinary."

"No, Uncle Lekmo, we must go together. I absolutely cannot leave you behind and run away alone."

Fighting back the tears welling in her eyes, the girl resolutely stared at the ogre leader who was beginning to approach her, the enormous spiked club gradually enlarging in her pupils.

"Miss, why are you so disobedient? I know the guild leader gave you a life-saving scroll. Leave quickly, and we'll buy you some time."

Despite losing both arms, Lekmo stood up with unwavering strength, still possessing the dignity befitting a Berserker-level powerhouse.

The black-winged woman clenched her fists tightly, her heart filled with resentment as she took out the scroll. Was this her only chance? However, the scroll vanished into her palm the moment it touched the air.

"So this is your last resort? I really didn't expect there would be a special reward."

Mohand gently tossed the scroll in his hand, successfully seeing the despair in the girl's eyes. That's how he wanted to make this proud little girl completely lose hope. Isn't that what makes it fun?

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Volume Nine: The Demon Clan's Journey - Chapter Four: Battle Against the Saints

With her only escape scroll stolen, the black-winged woman felt a wave of despair. Although she still had weapons, facing the saint in the sky, her meager strength made it impossible for her to even escape, let alone attack.

"It's over."

Lekmo, who also saw the scroll, looked utterly desperate. In the presence of a saint, even escaping had become difficult. Indeed, without becoming a saint, one is nothing but an ant.

"Young Miss, you go first. Even if it costs me my old life, I will protect you."

Even though he had lost both arms, his fighting spirit remained undiminished. Even though there was only despair before him, he would not give up any hope. Since he could not leave, he would make sure that his young lady could leave safely.

“Uncle Lekmo, I’m not going anywhere. There’s a saint in front of me. Where else can I go? But I won’t let him have his way. He can only dream of insulting me. I will choose death at the last moment.”

With a three-foot-long sword in hand and a chilling look in his eyes, he faced death with the courage to take the first step forward without fear—the most difficult step of all.

"Young Miss..."

“Uncle Lekmo, it’s impossible to leave now. I am the princess of the Blackwing Clan, and I cannot disgrace the Blackwing Clan.”

"What Blackwing Clan princess? They're just a wandering race that's lost its territory and has nowhere to stand. You, as a princess, are of no use other than making me happier."

The Eagle Clan's Saint had completely abandoned the demeanor befitting a Saint-level powerhouse; he was lewd and resembled a scumbag, his eyes revealing a nauseating lust.

"If you want to arrest me, ask the sword in my hand first."

The woman made a swift move, her cold light flashing without the slightest hesitation. In an instant, sword energy surged forth, rushing straight towards the slowly approaching ogre leader. The chilling sword energy caught the ogre leader off guard for a moment.

"Roar..."

His small brain was now filled with rage. The ogre leader swung his heavy spiked club, viciously and cruelly smashing it down on the girl. The force was like tearing the earth apart; even a slight touch would cause tons of damage.

With nimble dodges, sword energy followed, and the woman gave her enemy no chance at all, instead leaving one wound after another on his body.

"What a piece of trash, he can't even beat an ordinary Blackwing Clan member."

The ogre leader seemed to have heard his master's dissatisfaction. Enraged, he unleashed a powerful aura, his spiked club spinning like a spinning wheel as he slammed it down once more on the ant that was constantly injuring him.

"Miss, quickly hide!"

However, it was too late for Lekmo to speak up when she noticed something was wrong. The woman, who had just narrowly dodged the enemy's attack as before, did not draw her sword again to leave a mark on the enemy. Instead, she was attacked by a strong gust of wind, and blood spurted from her mouth onto the ground.

Her soft body rolled on the ground like a rag and landed at Lekmo's feet, while the longsword had already fallen to the ground.

"Damn it... cough cough..."

She bravely stood up, but once again spat out a trickle of blood. The woman looked defiantly at the ogre leader who was gradually approaching her with a spiked club in hand.

"How could I possibly fall behind you..."

"If you die, I will make all your men die with you. If you obediently follow me, I might show leniency and let a few of your men leave alive."

Mohand saw the woman below, her veil covered in blood, her eyes filled with a death wish. He knew it would be difficult to capture her alive, but since she wanted to die, he naturally had a way to make sure she didn't.

"Young Miss, don't agree to him. We can still continue. We'd rather die than surrender."

The remaining dozens of soldiers were all focused on their young lady. If she were taken away by that wicked bandit, her fate would be unimaginable. They absolutely could not let her be taken away. Absolutely not.

"Young Miss, let's fight them to the death! Even if we fight to the very end, we will never give in."

“That’s right, Miss. We’re just going to die anyway, so what are we afraid of?”

"you..."

The black-winged woman looked at the guards who were gradually gathering in front of her. Although her face was covered by a veil, her emotion was still evident.

“Young Miss, you have always treated us well, and now it is time to repay you. If you want to capture you, you will have to ask the swords in our hands first. Even if it is a Saint-level expert, we dare to stand in your way.”

"Haha, this is quite a show, but I'd like to know, what are you going to use to stop it?"

A gigantic hand descended from the sky, its imposing aura overwhelming the crowd. Yet, they stubbornly refused to bend down, determined to face death bravely and confront their final moments.

With a dull thud, the enormous hand collided with the golden barrier, sending ripples spreading outwards in the air. The crowd was astonished, completely unprepared for such an unexpected turn of events.

"Hey, I don't know exactly what happened, but I had a feeling that the creepy guy in mid-air wasn't a good person, so I intervened. If you saved the wrong person, please let me know after this is over."

A cute, soft voice came gently from not far away, seemingly from some innocent passersby who had come to her rescue. The black-winged woman had just shown a glimmer of hope for surviving the ordeal, but it quickly faded away.

The enemy is a Saint-level expert. Even if a passerby is very powerful, it would be difficult for them to defeat the enemy. If they were to be involved, it would only harm them.

"You should leave immediately. This is not something you can concern yourself with. There are Saint-level experts here. You should leave now and escape before they arrive."

"Huh? Is this a reminder that we can't interfere with them?"

It was that same soft voice, which was very pleasant to hear, but it chilled the woman to the bone. She figured she couldn't save these idiots anymore.

"Hey Yukine, aren't you afraid of going too far with this kind of play?"

A doting voice appeared along with the sound of horses' hooves, and soon, several distinctive young girls slowly appeared before everyone's eyes, making the cannibals stare in astonishment.

"Ha, I never thought I'd be so lucky to see so many lovely girls. Not bad, not bad, today is truly memorable, allowing me to get so many women at once."

A wicked smile played on Mordhan's lips, his eyes filled with endless desire and madness.

Ahhh, I heard the author got exposed on Tieba! I'm so excited, really so excited! This is the first time someone's ever exposed like this! I wonder where I can see it? Did any readers accidentally find it? To be honest, this is the first time the author has encountered something like this. 0.0 I'm a little unsure how to express my feelings...

Oh, right, some people are saying that what I, the author, did is a form of fraud. Hmmm, I don't quite understand. Does writing a novel and not meeting the readers' expectations count as fraud? I'm a bit confused... Am I now a criminal?

Volume 9: The Demon Clan's Journey - Chapter 5: Relief

In Mohand's eyes, these girls in front of him had become his possessions. That's right, he had to have his way with these beautiful girls first.

With a loud laugh, he glanced briefly at the girls on the ground. The leader's long golden hair, azure eyes, and pure, pretty face made him even more eager to take her under his control, even though she seemed somewhat familiar.