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Blood-corroded Fang?

The gray-robed man tilted his head in confusion, thinking: Isn't it only overlord-level units that can view some surface information to prevent psionicists from courting disaster? How come even giant orcs can see it? Could it be...?

Blood-Eroded Fang - Grom Garr

Level 2 Overlord

Holy crap! A true overlord!

This giant orc is the overlord!

The gray-robed man didn't care about rank. His gaze changed drastically in an instant, and he quickly walked to Bloodscar's side and said, "Chief, I have thought of a way to deal with him and eliminate him in the shortest time possible."

"any solution?"

"That is"

The gray-robed man's voice trailed off, and a hidden surge of spiritual energy gathered on his hands behind his back, which he released instantly after a brief moment of charging.

[Bound by Thorns]

In an instant, seven or eight thorns made of spiritual energy took shape and attacked from all directions at lightning speed, taking control of the unsuspecting Bloodscar.

"Despicable traitors! Filthy humans!"

Bloodscar roared angrily, trying his best to break free, but the binding force was terrifying, and he, a level 5 leader orc, was completely unable to break free.

The next moment, a dark shadow darted out from the shadows, a sharp blade flashing across the neck. The blood-scarred man, who had been struggling just moments before, fell to the ground, his eyes filled with unbelievable shock. His gaping maw, still bleeding, trembled as if he wanted to say something.

But nobody cared about this loser.

The man who emerged from the shadows casually flicked the blood off his dagger and asked, "What's wrong? Weren't you planning to use the Blood Axe Tribe to wipe out the Black Fang Tribe?"

Although he didn't know what had happened, out of trust in his teammates, he still assisted the gray-robed man at the first moment of his action, killing the Bloodscar leader as quickly as possible. This was the most basic trust.

"That giant orc is the overlord."

The man in the gray robe answered.

"Overlord? Well done!"

The assassin understood everything in an instant.

The overlord-level powerhouses are all ridiculously strong. Even a level 1 overlord is beyond their ability to contend with. It is clearly stated in the textbooks that psionicists can never defeat an overlord head-on.

Even if they are a level 4 hero team, even if the overlord is only level 1, it doesn't matter. The strength of the overlord-level natives is just that terrifying.

"Then what should we do next?"

"Surrender and swear allegiance."

"Is it necessary to go to this extent?"

"Hey."

The gray-robed man sighed deeply and replied, "If I could, I wouldn't want to either, but just now, when I used a detection spell on him, he noticed me."

"You've been noticed?"

The assassin glanced in shock at the towering orc, then at the gray-robed man, and said incredulously, "Really? It can still detect you from this distance? Aren't giant orcs supposed to be weak in mental attacks?"

"A hegemon cannot be judged by common sense, but his combat intuition is indeed ridiculously strong."

"Indeed"

The assassin picked up the scarred man's head and said, "Orcs take pride in taking the heads of powerful enemies. Hopefully, this head will earn us some goodwill. How did that guy even sense that it was seventy or eighty meters long?"

"Seventy or eighty meters?"

The gray-robed man repeated in confusion. He remembered that when he probed before, the distance was still nearly two hundred meters. How could the difference be so great?

The next moment, a dark shadow enveloped him. The man did not turn around, but he could feel an extremely terrifying bloodthirsty aura behind him. The surging aura was like thousands of sharp thorns piercing into every inch of his skin.

He has arrived.

That's too fast! It's incredibly fast! What about the orcs on the battlefield? What are they doing? Couldn't they have stopped them in such a short time?

The gray-robed man turned stiffly, looking at the giant orc nearly three times his own height, at the blood-stained armor on his body, and at the orc's mangled limbs behind him. He saw a terrifying footprint on one of the orcs, as if it had been trampled to death.

This is terrifying! Is this what a true overlord is like?

“My esteemed Lord Blood Fang, we are not enemies.” The gray-robed man bowed his head, gesturing for the assassin beside him to present Blood Scar’s head.

Since they are not dead yet, it means that this overlord has not yet decided to kill them immediately, and there is still a little hope for their survival.

Ye Mingqiu glanced at Bloodscar's head. He wasn't a real orc and was completely unmoved by such flattery.

"when!"

The terrifying blood spear fell, embedding itself in the ground beside the gray-robed man, shattering the boulder. A crimson, terrifying aura immediately swept over him, causing the gray-robed man's heart to race as he deeply felt the terror emanating from death.

Immediately afterwards, the giant orc lowered its head, its enormous eyes, as bright as searchlights, drawing closer. Its scorching breath tore off the man's hat, disheveling his clothes and causing his skin to tremble. The hand holding the staff involuntarily began to move, emitting a chilling sound:

"Were you spying on me just now?"

"Your Majesty, please forgive my offense. I will become your henchman and serve you."

The gray-robed man lowered his stance even further, his gaze fixed intently on the pre-emptive escape device within the storage space, ready to activate it at any moment.

The reason he didn't leave was neither because he wasn't afraid of death nor because he wanted to take risks, but because his teammates were all there. If he left, he would survive, but his teammates would likely perish. He had to fight desperately to find a chance to live.

"lackey?"

Ye Mingqiu smiled, but his smile appeared incredibly terrifying and ferocious on the face of the giant orc. He laughed wildly, his voice booming like thunder.

He asked sarcastically, "Traitor, how will you prove your loyalty? Offer up your proof of betrayal?"

“You are a wise king; what you need are valuable henchmen, not empty loyalty.” The gray-robed man took a pouch from his robes and handed it over.

Ye Mingqiu took the bag with his giant hand, opened it, and found it full of gold coins.

[Hint: You have received 102 gold coins]

It's a gold coin. This kind of gold coin can be used directly within this world, or it can be taken out of the world and exchanged for currency in other worlds. It has a very good value.

"Interesting humans, let me continue to see your value," Ye Mingqiu said, accepting the gold coins.

[Hint: Recruitment requirements met. Will/Will you include Scarred in the Blackfang Tribe?]

Oh? Can I recruit psionicists on behalf of the Blackfang Tribe? That's interesting.

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The next moment, the gray-robed man saw a notification from the spirit world appear before his eyes.

[Notification: You have joined the Black Fang Tribe]

Current Reputation Level: Indifferent

"Crack!"

The giant orc stood up, pulled out his blood spear, turned and walked back to the Blackfang tribe, stepping over the remains of his enemies and following in blood-stained footprints.

The war on the battlefield was not over. The orcs of the Blackfang tribe were still fighting, desperately killing the last remnants of the Bloodaxe tribe.

They were fearless and possessed incredible vitality. Their wounds healed and regenerated at an extremely fast pace, allowing them to kill the Bloodaxe tribe's orcs with frenzied attacks.

Standing at the heart of the battlefield, Ye Mingqiu watched the Blackfang Orcs wreak havoc and the shaman atop the watchtower. He proudly raised his blood-red spear and roared to the world, "I, Bloodfang, am your king!"

"Blood-Eroded Fangs!"

"Blood-Eroded Fangs!"

Countless orcs roared in unison, a sound of glory and recognition. Their howls echoed through the heavens and earth, as if swearing their loyalty to the world.

[Hint: You have gained the approval of over 60% of the Blackfang Tribe orcs, and you have become the leader of the Blackfang Tribe]

Ye Mingqiu smiled and continued to shout, "I am Grom Garr! King!"

"Gal!"

"Gal!"

Amidst thunderous cheers, the last Bloodaxe Orcs were annihilated, and a new king ascended the throne.

Chapter 111 A Choice! Attack Blood Axe!

【Main Mission】

First Ring - The Black Tooth Disaster

Mission objective: Save the Blackfang tribe from being destroyed by the Bloodaxe tribe.

Quest Reward: 500 Psionic Points

Task status: Completed

[Submit task/Do not submit task?]

After a brief moment of thought, Ye Mingqiu decided to postpone submitting the quest, leaving the main quest aside for now. He would explore the Beast God Continent as much as possible and submit the quest after he had fought his way through the battles.

Otherwise, if he accidentally completes the main quest, he'll have to return early.

Walled City Hall

Ye Mingqiu, who had transformed into a giant orc, sat imposingly on the highest throne. The seat, which was originally wide and majestic with countless enemy skulls stuck on both sides, looked rather small and pitiful after the giant orc sat down.

He leaned against the throne, resting his chin on his hand, looking down at the priest—the skeleton shaman—and Mogna, the daughter of the former chieftain, who were kneeling before him, and asked:

"Are you my summoner?"

"Yes, Your Excellency Bloodtooth Fang, the Blackfang Tribe needs your salvation." The Bone Shaman knelt on the ground, his attitude utterly sincere.

As a shaman of a tribe, the skeleton possessed an immense amount of knowledge, which naturally included many heroes in the history of the Blackfang tribe. Of course, he knew about the Blood-Eroded Fang - Grom Garr.

He is the strongest giant orc, possessing unparalleled strength and physique.

But

This guy seems even stronger than Grom Garr in history? Generally speaking, most historical figures with positive attributes have fictional or exaggerated elements, and the history of the orcs is similar. Therefore, the Bone Shaman had already prepared for Bloodfang not to be as strong as historical records suggest.

However, the truth is that Grom Garr, summoned as a hero, is stronger and more intelligent than in history.

He must have offended the historians.

The skeleton thought so.

"Well, give me a brief overview of the Black Fang tribe: how many resources they have, how many warriors they have, and which hostile forces they can attack," Ye Mingqiu asked.

That Blood-Eroded Fang is a bit too reckless.

After a brief moment of thought, the skeleton replied, "The situation in the Black Fang tribe is quite tense. Winter is approaching, and most of our original food supplies were burned in the war with the Blood Axe tribe. The remaining food will probably only last for a week."

"If there's no food, won't you just grab it?" Ye Mingqiu asked matter-of-factly.

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"What, have you become mute?"

Ye Mingqiu revealed an angry expression. As a giant orc, it was normal for him to act a little brainless.

As long as the problem can be solved efficiently, it doesn't matter if the process is misunderstood by some people.

"Your Majesty, our Blackfang tribe now has less than three hundred orc warriors left. With such a fighting force, it's already a miracle we're not being attacked. I'm afraid we'll launch an offensive against other tribes."

"If I'm not afraid, why are you?"

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The skeleton was speechless. He seemed to understand why the historian had described the Blood-Eroded Fang that way. If he were the historian, he would never have praised such a creature.

But if he were to speak of disobedience, he feared that he would be pierced through the chest by a spear the next moment, and his head would be hung on the stockade wall for all to see.

This is a difficult situation!

However, soon, a series of crisp footsteps came from outside the fortress. The skeleton subconsciously turned around and found that it was a human in a gray robe who was walking towards it.

He narrowed his cloudy eyes slightly, sensing a powerful magical energy emanating from the human. This guy was probably no ordinary person.

"Your Majesty, your henchmen have found a force you can attack," Carved bowed, speaking with utmost loyalty and humility.

"explain."

“The Bloodaxe Tribe is very close to us. We have killed one of their leaders, and there is a high probability that the other leaders, heroes, or chieftains of the Bloodaxe Tribe will launch an attack on us. We might as well take the initiative and launch a blitzkrieg against the Bloodaxe Tribe,” Mark said.

"No! There is an absolute disparity in strength between the Blood Axe Tribe and our Black Fang Tribe. We have only repelled one chieftain and his vanguard. Facing the Blood Axe Tribe's army, we have no hope of victory at all," the skeleton cried out in despair, his eyes wide.