Chapter 676: Chapter 662: The Orcs’ Secret The man still died.
His head was severed by the sharp blade of the jackal-wolfman, and even at the moment of death, his face retained those complex emotions.
Guilt and joy, filled with hope for the future, yet tortured by pain for a lifetime.
The jackal-wolfman perhaps saw through the man’s pain, so without hesitation, it discarded the previous agreement and chopped off the man’s head.
The world suddenly went silent.
Believing the promises of a beastman is like an enchanting demon telling you it will practice abstinence from now on. The mouth can deceive, but the body is honest.
A second ago, the jackal-wolfman seemed to be convincing itself to keep the promise and grant the man the freedom he desired, but the moment it got close, perhaps out of instinct, it swung its long blade and snuffed out his life.
Guilt?
Nonexistent.
The jackal-wolfman merely patted the back of the wolf under it, allowing its mount to devour the man’s flesh and blood. It had none of the complex emotions of humans, after all, it was just a pure beast!
Kes witnessed all of this, but the aged elder made no attempt to stop it. Slaves have no rights, be it to reside, eat, wear, or live...
The only purpose of a slave’s existence is to please the master.
Kes possessed intelligence not inferior to humans, but it did not see things from a human perspective. Beneath the surface of wisdom lay the exterior of a beastman.
This land belonged to itself, to its clan. It had promised those loyal to it that they would find a more prosperous homeland than before, and now, its promise had finally been fulfilled!
Blood stained the ground, yet Kes still grabbed a handful of soil and raised it to its nose to sniff. This was the scent of home.
Blood!
War!
These are indispensable words for beastmen. Wherever there is war, there is home. As a race never regarded by any Justice League, the only way for beastmen to acquire land is slaughter.
Kill the land’s original inhabitants, and they become the new masters of the land.
Everywhere was the sound of ravenous devouring.
At first, it was just the war wolves, but soon some jackal-wolfmen joined in the feast as well. Kes watched all this with an uncharacteristic hint of kindness in its eyes, muttering to itself: "Eat more, look at these kids, they have become so thin from hunger."
"Prophet, you’ve seemed a bit down lately. I want to know, what exactly has happened?" At this moment, a rough voice arose beside it.
This was a pure beastman with green skin and tusks growing on both sides of its mouth, a string of Buddhist beads-like adornment around its neck. Most striking of all was its waist, which bore a massive long sword. Even without drawing it, it exuded a chilling presence.
Kes’s adopted son, a true warrior.
Within the current beastman army of over a hundred thousand, this individual is unquestionably the leader. It could be said that just by waiting for the day of Kes’s death, he would ascend to the position of chieftain of this tribe!
He was a Sword Saint.
Though few in number, Sword Saints have always been the elite warriors within the Beast Race tribe.
In the tribe, Kes’s adopted son was currently the only one who had reached the legendary status of Sword Saint.
Sword Saint!
This is a practitioner not inferior to a Master of Fist.
He excelled in swordsmanship and possessed the Gale Step which could rival those of a rogue, as well as the mirage technique. As for his true trump card, it was the Blade Storm.
He would spin rapidly, creating a world of swords alone around him. Any creature approaching would be minced into pieces by this terrifying technique!
Kes lived a life without marrying or having children, and it could be said he devoted everything to the tribe before him: "Nierlu, I feel danger surrounding us."
"I have glimpsed a powerful human force nearby. Those humans will become our enemies; before that happens, we need more allies!"
"I will use the Power of the Soul once more to summon experts from our tribe to hold the fort."
Nierlu’s mouth twitched slightly, and his expression wasn’t good. Even though many people among his subordinates advised him that Kes was already old and that his way was no longer suitable for the current tribe, therefore, he should unite with some elders in the tribe to exert pressure, and then have Kes yield his position to him, so he could become the new Chieftain of the tribe.
Faced with his subordinates’ suggestions, Nierlu showed great resolve. He simply chopped off the other’s head with a knife to suppress the matter.
Kes was his foster father, but in the eyes of this legendary warrior, Kes had already become an indispensable part of his life. Even without any blood relation, Kes was his father!
A son would not seize his father’s estate. In Nierlu’s eyes, Kes was omniscient. Even though he himself had achieved legendary status, he was still far behind his father in terms of strategy and means. Under such pressure, he had no intention of becoming Chieftain!
"Father, you have already used Soul Shackles twice. Every time you seal a planar rift, it takes a deadly toll on your body. Two times is already the limit. If you use it again, not only will it shorten your lifespan, but your path of advancement will also be completely blocked, and you will never ascend another step in your entire life!"
"I know."
Kes spoke in a casual tone, seemingly uninterested in his own lifespan and future advancement. After hesitating for a few seconds, he said, "Nierlu, if you live to my age, you will know that living long is perhaps not a joy but a pain. Watching one relative after another fall and die is not pleasant."
"I’m already a hundred and thirty-nine years old this year, my strength has long reached its peak, and there’s no possibility of advancement. Before that, I might as well burn myself once more for you and the tribe. I’ll summon new assistance for you. Lante is good, even though he has Demon blood in him, he is loyal to you, and that is enough."
"Father..."
Red light flickered in Nierlu’s eyes. This strong Beastman had never lost his composure like this!
"Alright, tears of a Beastman are more precious than blood. Don’t sorrow for me; birth, aging, illness, and death are the natural order. Besides, even if my soul suffers damage, I can still hold on for some time. I’ll pave the way here for you."
"Listen, Nierlu!" Kes’s expression suddenly became serious, and a transparent barrier formed around him, isolating all surrounding sounds.
"This land is beyond our imagination; compared to it, our previous lands are like mud to Gold. I want you to stay here and bring about a new miracle for me and the tribe!"
"Those old relics will cloud your judgment, so let them fend for themselves in the homeland. I’ll summon Lante for you. As a courageous Minotaur Warrior, he will be your right-hand man and expand with you!"
"I’m old and can’t accompany you for a lifetime. One day I will leave, and when that time comes, I hope to see a Chieftain who can carry the tribe’s future, not a little Nierlu crying in some deserted corner..."
"I..." Nierlu hesitated for a moment, then seeing the solemn and earnest look in Kes’s eyes, he nodded firmly: "Father, rest assured, I will lead the tribe out of this land and reduce everything around to slavery. We will become the true kings of this world. I hope you can believe in me!"
Kes!
This evil, bloody, meticulous, and ruthless aged Beastman, no matter how terrifying and unpredictable he was in front of other races, had another side in front of the tribe and his adopted son.
He was like an old man giving his children a will before his death. Even when he was about to die, he had to pave all the roads for his children.
Considering from the Beastman’s perspective, Kes was undoubtedly a true legend, not in terms of realm, but his spirit had also reached a certain enlightenment.
Kes had already laid out the future path for Nierlu. He had decided never to return to the homeland, and thus, wouldn’t summon the remaining tribesmen as previously promised. After using this "smuggling" technique twice, Kes’s soul had been weakened to the extreme, and therefore, he needed a subordinate who could fully assist his adopted son in growing the tribe together.
A Minotaur named Lante had entered his vision.
Lante was a simple-minded yet physically robust Minotaur. While unreliable as a strategist, he could perfectly fulfill the role of a true warrior!
He would become Nierlu’s right-hand man, helping him conquer the land and enslave its inhabitants!
As for those old relics, they’re not within Kes’s consideration. Even though they are also helpers, their meddling self-interests would disrupt most of Nierlu’s plans.
There is no parent in this world who does not love their children. Even though Nierlu was not his blood, Kes had raised him since he was three, making every effort to help him become a supreme professional, a Sword Saint capable of slaying Giant Dragons. His devotion could not be revealed entirely within a day or two.
Kes took a deep breath, and the abundance of energy instantly entered his nostrils. He was enamored, like an old smoker who hadn’t seen tobacco for decades.
"The glory of the tribe will shine here once again. From barren lands to where we stand today, I’ve already proven my worth to the last Chieftain. Moving forward, the burden of these pressures will be yours to bear."
"Don’t be afraid, always move forward. Nierlu, remember, even if one day I die, my heroic spirit will also remain by your side. I will always watch over you, protect you..."
Kes looked at the still relatively tender face in his eyes, showing a rare smile:
"Remember this, Beastmen will never be defeated!"
"Because we never compromise!"
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