Star Forge Titan

Despite his outward appearance, David Morgan didn't dare to underestimate him. Although he didn't know the other person's identity, the fear deep in his blood was undeniable.

You know, the dragon blood in his body is so thin that it has almost no visible characteristics. His sensitivity to blood suppression is not much different from that of ordinary people. If he is not capable and good at handling things, he would not be able to hold on to his current position.

But when the lady stepped out of the carriage, the aura that naturally emanated from her fully demonstrated what oppression was.

It was a force that was like an invisible burden, pressing down on everyone around them so hard that their backs were bent and they dared not stand up straight.

Only the most noble first- or second-generation dragonborn possess such aura, as it is simply a derivative of dragon might. Even third-generation dragonborn cannot possess this level of deterrence. While their aura can intimidate ordinary creatures, it is essentially no different from the aura of powerful beasts.

Realizing this, David Morgan dared not be negligent at all and immediately received the strange guest with the highest standards and provided him with protection.

Honestly, the mere sight of that towering guard was intimidating. Nearly three meters tall, his entire body armor was crafted entirely from metal, yet the wearer remained aloof and capable of unfettered movement. Atop his slender neck armor sat a full-face helmet carved into the shape of a dragon's head.

Judging from the thick and long neck completely covered with armor, the opponent might be an orc from a powerful lizard bloodline, or even a heavily armored sauropod warrior with rich dragon blood.

After respectfully leading the two gentlemen to the VIP room, David Morgan slowly straightened up, only to find his back completely soaked with sweat. After finally catching his breath, he suddenly froze in place, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Because of their deep reverence for true dragons, most Dragonborn have a habit of wearing horn-shaped ornaments. However, David Morgan, having regained his composure, felt that the beautiful curled horns atop the adult's head didn't look like ordinary ornaments.

Although there was no evidence, he just had a subtle feeling.

Ah, it’s the real thing…

Realizing this, David Morgan almost stopped breathing for a moment.

He slowly moved backwards with the gentlest movements, not until he had retreated more than ten meters and was completely away from the VIP room, and then he began to breathe again with a pale face.

Without even taking a deep breath, the shrewd and capable businessman immediately waved and called over his attendant. He leaned in close, whispered a few words, and then had the attendant scurry off to deliver the message. He then personally raised the already-predetermined maximum benefits by several levels, sparing no expense.

However, even though they were at a considerable distance, the two people in the house still could not escape their perception.

Along with the long neck armor, Ivan removed the dragon-headed helmet he had crafted using [Reshape the World]. He and Afrediya exchanged glances, and both couldn't help but laugh.

In reality, his head wasn't even inside this ostentatious helmet. The helmet and neck armor combined resembled the mosquito larvae mask from Monster Hunter, with the actual observation port located at the base of the slender neck armor. The rest of the armor was merely a disguise.

Honestly, this level of disguised entertainment is more about entertainment than actual function, but the overly nervous venue operator obviously didn't see that, which is why the two childish guys are so overjoyed at this moment.

"The local dragonborn seem to be quite rich." Alvin looked around and couldn't help shaking his head.

Apart from being rich, he couldn't think of any other compliment.

The decoration of this VIP room is extremely luxurious. Even the walls can be seen with traces of precious metal decorations. The leather sofa is also very soft. The air is filled with an expensive fragrance, which is the smell produced by mixing several expensive spices in proportion and then directly igniting them.

But it was just luxury, and neither Frey nor Ivan cared about it at all. The former had seen too many of them in the houses in her hometown, while the latter simply felt that the precious metal decorations were too dazzling.

How should I put it? It feels tasteless...

"If what the book says is correct, the value of metal in the Great Wilderness Forest is higher than in other areas. A VIP room like this is unlikely to be used to entertain ordinary guests. It seems we have found the right place." Afrediya sat casually on the sofa, but her attitude was very calm, and she didn't show any of the naturalness she had when she was alone with Ivan.

"The elven seven-string musicians are not just archers. In ancient times, their action of plucking the strings was an important part of the ritual of worshiping gods. Therefore, the place we learned from them is naturally not an ordinary stronghold." Alvin nodded calmly.

The extreme factions of the Dragonborn who called themselves "Glorious Nobles" and the Druids who split off were likely to have already been mixed together. With the power of him and Frey, it was not difficult to eliminate these two groups. The real problem lay in the sealed object under the Great Wild Forest.

Although it is not certain, that thing is likely related to Titan. If you want to deal with it properly, you must not act impulsively.

At least, we need to collect enough intelligence.

The druids have already started contacting them, but it will take time. As for the information held by the nobles of honor and the extreme factions, obtaining it will probably require some means.

Of course, Ivan would not have any moral burden in dealing with extremists. Moreover, he was confident that if he could find a single thread, he could unravel the entire web of relationships and wipe out all the bad guys hiding behind it.

Speaking of which, the sealed objects are indeed tricky, but the major events in the Great Wilderness Forest are ultimately mainly man-made disasters. The former has been sealed honestly for so many years, there is no reason for it to suddenly jump out and cause trouble.

Since it is a human problem, solving the problem by solving the human problem becomes an optional solution, and it is a relatively easy one.

At this moment, a performance-style competition was launched below to welcome the distinguished guests.

Two orcs with particularly sturdy builds entered the circular sand arena from the left and right.

They were wearing almost no clothes, only a pair of shorts that were mostly hidden by their hair, revealing two muscular and plump bodies covered with thick layers of fat.

"Oh? This is the Xipan wrestler. Wow, that looks so exaggerated."

"It seems to be related to historical tradition, and weight can also bring some advantages in wrestling."

While they were chatting, the two wrestlers below had already collided heavily.

The shaking fat layer immediately caused screams from the audience.

Chapter 104 Above the Rope Platform

Both players are orcs, so the game looks as wild as two beasts fighting for territory.

One of them is from the brown bear bloodline, with extremely lush hair all over its body and a reddish tint. A tuft of hair in the middle of its head that has been deliberately left long is dyed a brighter red, and from a distance it looks like a rooster's comb.

The source of this bloodline is originally an extremely large bear species. Although it is not as large as the rare ancient species or the little-known magical beast species, it is enough to give him a strong physique that is unrivaled among the others.

The other side of the competition comes from the Mountain Whale bloodline, or more commonly, the source of the term "swine advance," which is a considerable number of wild boar bloodlines. Although this bloodline may initially bring to mind derogatory terms like stupidity and dullness, wild boars are also quite ferocious animals and should never be underestimated.

Orcs from this bloodline are not only sturdy, but also covered in a thick layer of hardened mud, almost like armor, in addition to their fur. If a boarman is fortunate enough to become a transcendent, this mud, through years of coexistence with the user, will gradually be infused with their own magical energy, making its defensive power equal to, or even superior to, some armor.

At the same time, when orcs with wild boar blood go crazy, they can ignore the pain caused by physical injuries for a short period of time, just like a berserker going into a frenzy.

Both teams had excellent past performances, so their appearance surprised the few spectators who arrived early, because this was not at the level of an opening match at all, and under normal circumstances it could have served as the most important finale.

It was because of the presence of distinguished guests that David Morgan temporarily adjusted the program sequence and arranged for these two star contestants to participate in the competition first.

Although Xipan wrestling may sound a bit rustic, it holds a very high status in the Great Wilderness Forest. This is because this sport has greatly reduced conflicts between tribes and even laid some foundation for the establishment of the Great Wilderness Forest United Emirates.

So, although this is a rough, violent and even somewhat bloody high-intensity competitive sport, in a sense it is a symbol of peace.

Formal Xipan wrestling has begun to gradually introduce more standardized and detailed rules and regulations, striving to reduce its primitive gladiatorial nature and become a true competitive sport.

However, the wrestling in Xipan, held within the Dragonborn's private club, was far less restrictive, or even protected, and visiting VIPs often preferred the sight of bloodshed. That kind of raw sensory stimulation was the rare commodity they truly desired, tired of ordinary pleasure-seeking.

In addition, there are some wrestling fans who pursue the ancient style and would rather see retro Xipan wrestling that is not interfered with by too many rules.

The players from both sides stepped into the circular field encircled by hand-made straw ropes. Because of this specific form of field demarcation, this place is also called the rope-platform earth field.

Entering the rope ring, the two contestants exchanged respectful greetings, their expressions solemn and dignified. Then, simultaneously, they raised their hands with their fingers spread out, demonstrating their lack of weapons. Then, they simultaneously lowered their legs into a slight crouch, stomping the ground with their right leg raised high, and then with their left leg raised high. These two consecutive stomping movements caused their flesh to shake violently, demonstrating that they harbored no hidden weapons amidst their lush hair.

The sacred and inviolable wrestling etiquette ends here.

What follows is a brutal fight without any courtesy at all!

Roar!

Violent and primitive roars burst out from the mouths of both players like thunder, and two figures with rolling hair collided heavily with each other.

The boar orc's sharp fangs were like two short spears, stabbing fiercely at the bear man's neck, but the latter dodged it easily with an agility that was inconsistent with his first impression.

Boos erupted from the nearby stands. Natural weapons like these had long been a subject of debate, but the rules were vague enough to evade a conclusion. In fact, official Xipan wrestling was already discussing new rules that would ban natural weapons, but that rule undoubtedly didn't exist here.

Strictly speaking, Xipan wrestling does not allow the use of any weapons other than one's own limbs, but some races are born different, and there are even rare individuals who are naturally endowed with spell-like abilities.

Because of this, hands became the only "weapon" accepted by the most hardcore wrestlers and spectators in Xipan wrestling. They used no artificial weapons, but rather the very hands, shared by all the Great Wilderness Forest races, and the most sacred fists formed from those clenched hands!

This is the sacredness of Xipan wrestling, the sacredness of bare-handed fighting, a sacredness that comes from the concept of equality and cannot be desecrated.

To this end, some players would even break off their protruding tusks and blunt their naturally sharp claws. But the boarman player on the field was undoubtedly one of them. He described his tusks as familiar as a normal warrior with a sword, and his hands even became auxiliary.

For a moment, there were shouts and curses from the stands, but the game continued.

The orc with reddish hair and brown bear bloodline was much calmer than he appeared. He clenched his fists and did not launch a reckless counterattack. Instead, he silently avoided or blocked the opponent's attack after attack.

The boarman's eyes were bloodshot, and his frenzied state gave him great strength. His sharp fangs also gave him an advantage in hand-to-hand combat, leaving one or two deep or shallow wounds on his opponent from time to time.

In just a few minutes, the brown bear orc's red fur was so red it was hard to tell if it was natural or stained with blood, but his exceptionally muscular figure remained firmly planted in the center of the arena. As long as he stayed within the ropes, as long as his back didn't touch the ground, even if blood splattered all over the arena, it didn't mean he had lost the fight.

Seeing this scene, even Ivan and Afrediya, who were originally bored, couldn't help but turn their eyes to

"Wow, he's a very principled man." Alvin exclaimed.

"Indeed, I take back what I said. At least one of them can be called a true warrior." Afrediya nodded in agreement.

Although the orc of brown bear bloodline didn't have protruding fangs, he possessed the sharp teeth and incredible bite force of a carnivore. If he chose, he could use this primitive yet highly effective offensive method of biting to neutralize his opponent's natural weapon advantage.

But he didn't do that. Instead, he firmly adhered to the basic rule of using only hands in hand-to-hand combat, clenched his fists and endured the changes in the situation.

After a few more rounds, the boar man's breathing became more and more rapid. Ignoring the pain does not mean ignoring the fatigue. Biological structures are inherently limited, and such limitations cannot be forcibly broken through by momentary courage.

Truly excellent fighters can often seize this opportunity to actively create advantages.

As expected, the bear man suddenly let out a loud, angry roar that echoed throughout the entire place like the whistling wind. The boar man's breathing was interrupted for a moment, causing him to turn his head and swing his tusks a moment later than expected.

So, fists come into play!

Chapter 105: History

The Fur Tribe Orc with boar blood is a thick blood, which means he has more obvious animal characteristics.

This contestant's head is basically the same as that of a wild boar. Under his messy hair are two fangs that are curved and raised like short spears, and a straight and conspicuous pig nose.

In less than half a second, the pig's snout, once confidently thrust forward, suddenly shrank by two-thirds, a drastic deformation caused by an external force. The brown bear-blooded fur-bearing orc threw a single straight punch, striking his opponent squarely and powerfully in the face.

The nosebleed flowed out like a faucet that had been opened, and in an instant, most of the boar man's face was dyed red.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

The stands immediately erupted in shouts as surging as the tide, but the boar orc, having been hit hard, refused to give up. Although his mind was blurred by the shockwave, it only aroused the primitive savagery of the fur-bearing orcs.

"Ah!" The wild boar man with red eyes leaned over and grabbed the ground to avoid falling. While avoiding the second attack of the brown bear-blooded orc, he began to undergo significant changes.

The boarman shuddered violently from his fingertips to the top of his head. The trembling muscles caused circles of 'ripples' to appear on his hair, and the friction between his bones made a teeth-grinding 'crunching' sound. His whole body suddenly swelled outwards two or three times.

"In beast form, that guy is going to fight to the death." Alvin calmly watched the shocking changes happening on the field below.

"Is this a special ability usually only possessed by those with orc blood?" Afrediya had also heard of this.

Although the Furry Orcs and the Barbarian Orcs have similar names due to misunderstanding, they are two completely different races.

The most notable characteristic of these creatures is their innate bestiality. Through emotional stimulation, they can liberate themselves from inner constraints and tap into the beastly power inherent in their bloodline. This can cause their bodies to undergo dramatic, visible changes in a short period of time, at the cost of rapid stamina depletion and a lengthy recovery period.

In return, all aspects of the attributes are greatly improved, just like what is happening on the field now.

"Wojtek! Wojtek!" Saliva flew out along the boar man's outstretched tongue, and the fishy smell it emitted was nauseating.

As for the name he was muttering, it belonged to the fur-bearing orc in front of him, who had brown bear bloodline, and it also meant "smiling warrior".

"That's really ugly, Hyperion." The bear man named Wojtek spoke for the first time. His voice was different from his rough appearance. It was very young and revealed a bit of cynicism.

He did not choose to activate his own beast form, but instead took the initiative to put two distance between himself and his opponent.

This was a very wise choice. The boarman, with his limbs on the ground, burst out with powerful strength. The moment he started running, the ground was plowed and the soil flew everywhere. His whole body was full of wild momentum, just like a heavy chariot made of muscles and bones.

I believe that even if there is a rock in front of him, he can smash it head-on.

But if you can't hit the enemy's attack, no matter how fierce it is, it's just a waste of energy.

Relying on his nimble footwork, the bearman Wojtek only needed to slightly change his position to avoid the impact without much effort. He successfully survived the initial stage of his opponent's most powerful beast transformation and even seized the opportunity to land several punches on Hyperion's side.

There is no doubt that these punches effectively interfered with the opponent, causing his movements to be severely deformed, his breathing frequency to become more frequent and forceful, his running speed to become slower and slower, and he no longer had the initial momentum.

"ended."

At almost the same time, Alvin in the stands and Wojtek in the rope ring said the same words.

In the blink of an eye, the fur all over the bearman Wojtek's body exploded, and he completed the transformation into beast form in a very short time. Then he pushed the boarman Hyperion on the right side of his chin with the edge of his palm, causing him to lose balance instantly.

Seeing that his opponent was about to fall, Wojtek took the initiative to lean over and support his body, then carried Hyperion on his shoulders and walked a few steps to the edge of the rope platform.

Following the traditional etiquette of Xipan wrestling, he spun the boarman's powerful, heavy body two and a half times, fully demonstrating the results of his opponent's and his own years of rigorous training. Then, with relatively gentle movements, he threw Hyperion off the rope platform.

With a thud, the boar man landed on the ground with a very low sound. Although it did not cause any secondary physical damage to the loser, it left a deep impression on him mentally.

"An interesting ability." Afrediya commented briefly, then sighed as an Elrond.

"It's hard to imagine that there are races that are born with the ability to change form."

"It's not necessarily innate." Alvin shook his head.

"Hey? What do you mean?" The Demon King looked at him curiously.

Instead of giving an answer immediately, the black-haired boy asked another question.

"Do you think it's possible for a race like the Furry Orcs, combining both human and animal characteristics, to evolve naturally?"

"..." Afrediya was silent for a while, then slowly shook her head.

"According to written records, there is no reproductive isolation between the Fur Tribe and ordinary humans. It is even possible that they can give birth to pure human offspring."

"This alone explains a lot, but scholars from both the Great Wilderness Forest and other countries are intentionally or unintentionally avoiding this point."

"Yes, although academia has no borders, scholars have different backgrounds." Alvin smiled with a slightly sad smile.