Chapter 137: 136: "Much to do!"
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Several days ago,
Degr Kingdom,
Somewhere in the Grand coliseum,
A place of raw violence and blood shed, Stood gloriously after the day's close of business,
In a dark corner of a somewhat rusty cage, a shivering hoarse voice could be heard from within.
"Personally," the voice said, "I have always found self control and creativity to have direct proportionality, more of one means more of the other. I guess when you stop using primitive reactions to solve problems the rest of your brain has a chance to respond with something infinitely smarter...But...That doesn't seem to work here..."
"Cold...so Cold" The voice mutters rather pitifully as it's squatting figure scribbled on the earthy floor, "Day 132 since waking up in this dreadful world!".
"Still can't make sense of the new influx of memories some days ago but I feel I understand how the previous body owner ended up here..." With short pause, the figure stares at the mess he had scribbled out before adding, "It seems I have Brothers somewhere out there..."
"Bah!! would you keep quiet!!" An irritated orc suddenly yells at him while glaring at him, it's fierce expression made him flinch, this only brought up several hissing, grunts and jeers from other prisoners, "coward!!"
"Vargan the cowardly!!"
"what nonsense is he saying this time...?"
Several comments could be heard but Vargan seemed not to have heard anything as he seemed to have thought of something.
'AGH!! what kind of situation is this!...why didn't I transmigrate into a human or at least something not in this situation!....' He yelled inwardly.
The irritated orc didn't seem to be satisfied as it soon stood up and walked towards Vargan, The orc was in full on aggressive mode as it used it's feet to wipe Vargan's scribbling with a ferocious expression.
But Unlike before Vargan didn't retreat in fear but growled at the aggressive orc, his eyes, glowing icy blue from beneath him messy malnourished hair... this shocked the orc as he took a few steps backwards.
Everywhere suddenly became silent as the others were shocked as well, unfortunately, Vargan's mind was somewhere else at this time, 'Showing high rates of aggression since the integration of recent memories...is this good or bad? what was that mysterious energy? they were immediately s.u.c.k.e.d out by these chains' immediately unable to control his excitement and the hope of finally having something to defend himself with, he tried mustering it up again and nothing happened, 'I might not be as lucky to survive all the time...'
"AAAAaargh!!" The aggressive orc suddenly made a sloppy charge in embarrassment, only for Vargan to crawl backwards in shock, each cage contained two people and it was only the size of two bathrooms.
beng!!
His back collided with the cage and he was immediately grabbed, luckily though the sound of whip came from the side as a guard made his presence known, "Back to you corner...Uvral"
Hearing this, Uvral could only give up and walked back to his side of the cage, glaring at Vargan.
The guard looked at the prisoners one more time before heading somewhere else.
___________________________________
Torug POV,
A day after my trip to Govan, I decided to take Moz on a trip to confirm the supply route Brog gave me last night. Due to how busy I have been, I have been unable to really discuss with Moz, So I hope to achieve that today alongside what we have set out to do...At least this was what I thought until I received news of an Envoy from the Shammob clan, requesting for Bhok Bone carver.
Apparently their clan had some kind of rite of passage for the chief's sons.
'I couldn't just let go of such a good tool man' I thought while inviting Bhok over from his 'Residence'.
The so called Envoy was surprisingly a Kobold or could he be a sacrifice?...
Looking at his status, I confirmed that he isn't a slave or anything but an 'Envoy'.
I became unsure of whether to laugh or cry, 'Looks like I have to do further experiments on this race/class thing'.
Aside from wanting to bring back Bhok, He brought gifts and word from His chief, Apologizing for not being able to attend his wedding and saying thank you for the help rendered last time, He would like us to have more dealings later blah blah...
'Trade? sorry I can't wait to swallow your clan up later' I mused silently while being expressionless on the surface.
"Trading weapons and 'food' isn't a problem but it won't be free like the last time" I clarified quickly, "You can go and discuss with your chief on what you can exchange with later".
Bhok walks in as I was speaking, he gave a salute before nodding at the Envoy.
I already arranged with Bhok, to have some of my people to act like they were part of his guards, that way, we'll slowly sneak into the Shammob clan.
This was the early stage.
Presently, our relationship with the Shammob clan was barely a matter of cooperation based on benefits.
As for the idea of taking them down immediately?, there are too many hidden rules of the orc lands. At present, I still don't have enough capital to do as I like in the orc lands but as my military aspect increases..
"he...he...he" A strange laugh escaped my lips slightly, now, I just need to maintain a certain degree of friendliness.
There has always been competitions amongst the Chieftains.
once there's a mistake, they would also not mind setting traps for their enemies to drag them down.
Moreover, I am no longer the same as before, when Black moon village was just starting.
Now, I have gained strength to at least to have a say in the Orc lands.
There was no need for me to play dead!
Just like a month ago, Annex the weak ones, even if they had the backing of white mountain, or Degr.
"load it." I say quietly to Urim,
"Understood."
After a few minutes, I felt the old batch of weapons should be completely loaded into the caravan...
"Come with me." I didn't give the Envoy a chance to speak before walking outside with Moz in tow.
the Envoy drank the alcoholic fruit drink served to him in a silver cup in one gulp, stood up and walked after them.
"Whoosh Kring!! krang !! Klang!!klang!!"
The sound of a longswords, short swords, wooden crap being hurled in the caravan rang out.
The envoy's serfs gazes were fixed on these things, and they were extremely greedy.
"This… this… this…what to exchange?!" he tilted his head in confusion.
"That is for the chief and Bhok to discuss...just be sure to bring your own things at the end of six days at most" I decided to give an ultimatum while using my eyes to find out the time.
"Oh..." The Envoy felt something was wrong but couldn't place his mind on it.
I began to hurry them up as I still had other things to do, I still need to confirm the information I got from Brogg,
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Several days ago,
Degr Kingdom,
Somewhere in the Grand coliseum,
A place of raw violence and blood shed, Stood gloriously after the day's close of business,
In a dark corner of a somewhat rusty cage, a shivering hoarse voice could be heard from within.
"Personally," the voice said, "I have always found self control and creativity to have direct proportionality, more of one means more of the other. I guess when you stop using primitive reactions to solve problems the rest of your brain has a chance to respond with something infinitely smarter...But...That doesn't seem to work here..."
"Cold...so Cold" The voice mutters rather pitifully as it's squatting figure scribbled on the earthy floor, "Day 132 since waking up in this dreadful world!".
"Still can't make sense of the new influx of memories some days ago but I feel I understand how the previous body owner ended up here..." With short pause, the figure stares at the mess he had scribbled out before adding, "It seems I have Brothers somewhere out there..."
"Bah!! would you keep quiet!!" An irritated orc suddenly yells at him while glaring at him, it's fierce expression made him flinch, this only brought up several hissing, grunts and jeers from other prisoners, "coward!!"
"Vargan the cowardly!!"
"what nonsense is he saying this time...?"
Several comments could be heard but Vargan seemed not to have heard anything as he seemed to have thought of something.
'AGH!! what kind of situation is this!...why didn't I transmigrate into a human or at least something not in this situation!....' He yelled inwardly.
The irritated orc didn't seem to be satisfied as it soon stood up and walked towards Vargan, The orc was in full on aggressive mode as it used it's feet to wipe Vargan's scribbling with a ferocious expression.
But Unlike before Vargan didn't retreat in fear but growled at the aggressive orc, his eyes, glowing icy blue from beneath him messy malnourished hair... this shocked the orc as he took a few steps backwards.
Everywhere suddenly became silent as the others were shocked as well, unfortunately, Vargan's mind was somewhere else at this time, 'Showing high rates of aggression since the integration of recent memories...is this good or bad? what was that mysterious energy? they were immediately s.u.c.k.e.d out by these chains' immediately unable to control his excitement and the hope of finally having something to defend himself with, he tried mustering it up again and nothing happened, 'I might not be as lucky to survive all the time...'
"AAAAaargh!!" The aggressive orc suddenly made a sloppy charge in embarrassment, only for Vargan to crawl backwards in shock, each cage contained two people and it was only the size of two bathrooms.
beng!!
His back collided with the cage and he was immediately grabbed, luckily though the sound of whip came from the side as a guard made his presence known, "Back to you corner...Uvral"
Hearing this, Uvral could only give up and walked back to his side of the cage, glaring at Vargan.
The guard looked at the prisoners one more time before heading somewhere else.
___________________________________
Torug POV,
A day after my trip to Govan, I decided to take Moz on a trip to confirm the supply route Brog gave me last night. Due to how busy I have been, I have been unable to really discuss with Moz, So I hope to achieve that today alongside what we have set out to do...At least this was what I thought until I received news of an Envoy from the Shammob clan, requesting for Bhok Bone carver.
Apparently their clan had some kind of rite of passage for the chief's sons.
'I couldn't just let go of such a good tool man' I thought while inviting Bhok over from his 'Residence'.
The so called Envoy was surprisingly a Kobold or could he be a sacrifice?...
Looking at his status, I confirmed that he isn't a slave or anything but an 'Envoy'.
I became unsure of whether to laugh or cry, 'Looks like I have to do further experiments on this race/class thing'.
Aside from wanting to bring back Bhok, He brought gifts and word from His chief, Apologizing for not being able to attend his wedding and saying thank you for the help rendered last time, He would like us to have more dealings later blah blah...
'Trade? sorry I can't wait to swallow your clan up later' I mused silently while being expressionless on the surface.
"Trading weapons and 'food' isn't a problem but it won't be free like the last time" I clarified quickly, "You can go and discuss with your chief on what you can exchange with later".
Bhok walks in as I was speaking, he gave a salute before nodding at the Envoy.
I already arranged with Bhok, to have some of my people to act like they were part of his guards, that way, we'll slowly sneak into the Shammob clan.
This was the early stage.
Presently, our relationship with the Shammob clan was barely a matter of cooperation based on benefits.
As for the idea of taking them down immediately?, there are too many hidden rules of the orc lands. At present, I still don't have enough capital to do as I like in the orc lands but as my military aspect increases..
"he...he...he" A strange laugh escaped my lips slightly, now, I just need to maintain a certain degree of friendliness.
There has always been competitions amongst the Chieftains.
once there's a mistake, they would also not mind setting traps for their enemies to drag them down.
Moreover, I am no longer the same as before, when Black moon village was just starting.
Now, I have gained strength to at least to have a say in the Orc lands.
There was no need for me to play dead!
Just like a month ago, Annex the weak ones, even if they had the backing of white mountain, or Degr.
"load it." I say quietly to Urim,
"Understood."
After a few minutes, I felt the old batch of weapons should be completely loaded into the caravan...
"Come with me." I didn't give the Envoy a chance to speak before walking outside with Moz in tow.
the Envoy drank the alcoholic fruit drink served to him in a silver cup in one gulp, stood up and walked after them.
"Whoosh Kring!! krang !! Klang!!klang!!"
The sound of a longswords, short swords, wooden crap being hurled in the caravan rang out.
The envoy's serfs gazes were fixed on these things, and they were extremely greedy.
"This… this… this…what to exchange?!" he tilted his head in confusion.
"That is for the chief and Bhok to discuss...just be sure to bring your own things at the end of six days at most" I decided to give an ultimatum while using my eyes to find out the time.
"Oh..." The Envoy felt something was wrong but couldn't place his mind on it.
I began to hurry them up as I still had other things to do, I still need to confirm the information I got from Brogg,
Several days ago, Degr Kingdom, Somewhere in the Grand coliseum, A place of raw violence and blood shed, Stood gloriously after the day's close of business, In a dark corner of a somewhat rusty cage, a shivering hoarse voice could be heard from within. "Personally," the voice said, "I have always found self control and creativity to have direct proportionality, more of one means more of the other. I guess when you stop using primitive reactions to solve problems the rest of your brain has a chance to respond with something infinitely smarter...But...That doesn't seem to work here..." "Cold...so Cold" The voice mutters rather pitifully as it's squatting figure scribbled on the earthy floor, "Day 132 since waking up in this dreadful world!". "Still can't make sense of the new influx of memories some days ago but I feel I understand how the previous body owner ended up here..." With short pause, the figure stares at the mess he had scribbled out before adding, "It seems I have Brothers somewhere out there..." "Bah!! would you keep quiet!!" An irritated orc suddenly yells at him while glaring at him, it's fierce expression made him flinch, this only brought up several hissing, grunts and jeers from other prisoners, "coward!!" "Vargan the cowardly!!" "what nonsense is he saying this time...?" Several comments could be heard but Vargan seemed not to have heard anything as he seemed to have thought of something. 'AGH!! what kind of situation is this!...why didn't I transmigrate into a human or at least something not in this situation!....' He yelled inwardly. The irritated orc didn't seem to be satisfied as it soon stood up and walked towards Vargan, The orc was in full on aggressive mode as it used it's feet to wipe Vargan's scribbling with a ferocious expression. But Unlike before Vargan didn't retreat in fear but growled at the aggressive orc, his eyes, glowing icy blue from beneath him messy malnourished hair... this shocked the orc as he took a few steps backwards. Everywhere suddenly became silent as the others were shocked as well, unfortunately, Vargan's mind was somewhere else at this time, 'Showing high rates of aggression since the integration of recent memories...is this good or bad? what was that mysterious energy? they were immediately s.u.c.k.e.d out by these chains' immediately unable to control his excitement and the hope of finally having something to defend himself with, he tried mustering it up again and nothing happened, 'I might not be as lucky to survive all the time...' "AAAAaargh!!" The aggressive orc suddenly made a sloppy charge in embarrassment, only for Vargan to crawl backwards in shock, each cage contained two people and it was only the size of two bathrooms. beng!! His back collided with the cage and he was immediately grabbed, luckily though the sound of whip came from the side as a guard made his presence known, "Back to you corner...Uvral" Hearing this, Uvral could only give up and walked back to his side of the cage, glaring at Vargan. The guard looked at the prisoners one more time before heading somewhere else. ___________________________________ Torug POV, A day after my trip to Govan, I decided to take Moz on a trip to confirm the supply route Brog gave me last night. Due to how busy I have been, I have been unable to really discuss with Moz, So I hope to achieve that today alongside what we have set out to do...At least this was what I thought until I received news of an Envoy from the Shammob clan, requesting for Bhok Bone carver. Apparently their clan had some kind of rite of passage for the chief's sons. 'I couldn't just let go of such a good tool man' I thought while inviting Bhok over from his 'Residence'. The so called Envoy was surprisingly a Kobold or could he be a sacrifice?... Looking at his status, I confirmed that he isn't a slave or anything but an 'Envoy'. I became unsure of whether to laugh or cry, 'Looks like I have to do further experiments on this race/class thing'. Aside from wanting to bring back Bhok, He brought gifts and word from His chief, Apologizing for not being able to attend his wedding and saying thank you for the help rendered last time, He would like us to have more dealings later blah blah... 'Trade? sorry I can't wait to swallow your clan up later' I mused silently while being expressionless on the surface. "Trading weapons and 'food' isn't a problem but it won't be free like the last time" I clarified quickly, "You can go and discuss with your chief on what you can exchange with later". Bhok walks in as I was speaking, he gave a salute before nodding at the Envoy. I already arranged with Bhok, to have some of my people to act like they were part of his guards, that way, we'll slowly sneak into the Shammob clan. This was the early stage. Presently, our relationship with the Shammob clan was barely a matter of cooperation based on benefits. As for the idea of taking them down immediately?, there are too many hidden rules of the orc lands. At present, I still don't have enough capital to do as I like in the orc lands but as my military aspect increases.. "he...he...he" A strange laugh escaped my lips slightly, now, I just need to maintain a certain degree of friendliness. There has always been competitions amongst the Chieftains. once there's a mistake, they would also not mind setting traps for their enemies to drag them down. Moreover, I am no longer the same as before, when Black moon village was just starting. Now, I have gained strength to at least to have a say in the Orc lands. There was no need for me to play dead! Just like a month ago, Annex the weak ones, even if they had the backing of white mountain, or Degr. "load it." I say quietly to Urim, "Understood." After a few minutes, I felt the old batch of weapons should be completely loaded into the caravan... "Come with me." I didn't give the Envoy a chance to speak before walking outside with Moz in tow. the Envoy drank the alcoholic fruit drink served to him in a silver cup in one gulp, stood up and walked after them. "Whoosh Kring!! krang !! Klang!!klang!!" The sound of a longswords, short swords, wooden crap being hurled in the caravan rang out. The envoy's serfs gazes were fixed on these things, and they were extremely greedy. "This this thiswhat to exchange?!" he tilted his head in confusion. "That is for the chief and Bhok to discuss...just be sure to bring your own things at the end of six days at most" I decided to give an ultimatum while using my eyes to find out the time. "Oh..." The Envoy felt something was wrong but couldn't place his mind on it. I began to hurry them up as I still had other things to do, I still need to confirm the information I got from Brogg,
