【Chronicles of Outland - Nagrand's Charm】04

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Chapter 4

It was late at night when I returned from Garrosh's house. In the bedroom, Annie had already made a makeshift bed next to my bed,
half- leaning against the corner as if waiting for me to return. Unfortunately, she fell asleep before I did.

I gently laid her down and casually grabbed a blanket to cover her. Throughout the process, Annie only
mumbled something incoherently and didn't wake up.

It seems that Annie's mental state had been under high tension during her time in the Horde. But thinking about it, it makes sense.
Anyone suddenly kidnapped to a strange environment, forced to work during the day and then crammed into a haystack with a group of people at night,
without clothes and constantly at risk of being violated by orcs, would find it strange to get a good rest.

"To be able to sleep so soundly here, does she think I'm a 'good person'? Heh," I chuckled
to myself .

I quickly tidied up and lay down on the bed, putting my hands behind my head and staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.
It , and I seem to be getting more and more used to my new, merged self. In any case,
the enhanced mental strength and knowledge of this other world are the most direct benefits I've gained. Perhaps this will be the opportunity for me to break through the high-level limitations
and reach legendary realm.

My warrior level has been stuck at the upper high-level for a long time. Garrosh said he's already touched
the threshold of legend, while I don't even know which way the legendary gate opens.

Since I'm also a shaman, perhaps I can try the war shaman route. That way, as long as I increase my spellcasting
level , I can naturally cross the legendary threshold. But if I do that, my chances of becoming a sword saint...

No!

The thought was immediately rejected by myself. My original plan was to break through to legend as a warrior and then directly
become a sword saint. If I try to bypass this threshold through other means, the path to sword sainthood will be completely closed. So,
shortcuts won't work for me.

Comparing the two sets of memories, I tried to find the key to the Blademaster's power mentioned by Master Lantresor—[
Chi]. It was this mysterious power that allowed the Blademaster to instantly break through the magic shield of a mage in close combat,
resulting in a one-hit kill.

Among the known professions, there is a class called Monks who seem to also use the power of [Chi]. Unfortunately,
there are no Monks on Draenor; the orcs only learned of their existence during the war with Azeroth.

On another planet in another dimension, there seems to be a group of people similar to Monks who practice a
martial art called [Internal Martial Arts]. The source of their power is also [Chi]. I don't know how Monks train, but I remember the methods of [Internal
Martial Arts]. Perhaps I can develop the application of [Chi] by studying [Internal Martial Arts]
.

Since I had this idea, I naturally wanted to try it out. I decided to try the [Internal Martial Arts]'s Chi training method first.

After taking several deep breaths, I tried to relax my body and calm my mind. Then I focused my attention
on an acupoint called "Dantian,"
about three inches below my lower abdomen. I didn't know if we orcs had this acupoint, but I figured I'd try anyway. I pressed the tip of my tongue against my palate and slowly adjusted my breathing. After about twenty minutes, I felt my whole body
begin to warm slightly, like being soaked in hot water.

"It really works!"

I exclaimed excitedly, but the warming sensation vanished instantly
. I tried a few more times, but I couldn't recapture the feeling from the first time.

It seems I was too impatient. I should clear my mind and allow my consciousness to enter a state of emptiness, similar to meditation
.

I tried relaxing my whole body again, focusing my attention on "Dantian," clearing my mind of distractions, and emptying my consciousness.
Slowly, my body began to feel a slight warmth again, but this state was quite difficult to maintain, and
soon I actually fell asleep.

As the first rays of sunlight touched the grassland, I woke up naturally—a
habit ingrained from years of martial arts training. Seeing Annie sleeping soundly under the bed, I didn't wake her. Instead, I grabbed my weapon and went to the yard
to begin my morning practice.

Because of my discovery last night, I incorporated a special breathing technique into my sword practice, focusing my power
on my dantian with each swing, striving to integrate the new technique into my existing martial arts.

About thirty minutes later, Annie rushed out of the house, her eyes red, and knelt before me. It seemed
she had realized that she, as a slave girl, had woken up later than her master and feared my anger and punishment, or even being sent
back to the farm.

"Master, I'm sorry, I... I overslept, please forgive me."

I ignored Annie and continued my training, sword strike after strike, until ten minutes later, when
I finished the entire routine. By then, Annie was sobbing uncontrollably, her head bowed, unable to look at me.

I exhaled a breath of stale air, adjusted my breathing to normal, and turned to Annie, saying, "You just
came from , and the new sleeping environment is a bit too comfortable, so it's understandable that you might become a little lax. Let it go this first time, but
remember not to be late tomorrow. Go cook some food; I hope we can have breakfast as soon as I finish practicing."

"Yes, Master, thank you, Master."

Annie wiped away her tears, got up, and ran into the kitchen. Soon, a wisp of smoke rose from the chimney.

I practiced outside for another thirty minutes. The previous hour of training had left me covered in steam, my originally
brown skin turned reddish, and my sweat contained some black impurities. Seeing that I had achieved the expected training effect,
I stopped and went to the well to wash myself.

When Annie saw me sit down at the table, she immediately brought out potato pancakes and fried eggs from the kitchen and placed them in front of me.
Then, she picked up a wooden cup, lifted her clothes, and began to express milk into it. To relieve engorgement, Annie
expressed half a cup of milk from each breast, then placed the cup on the table, whispered, "Master, please eat," and knelt down to watch me
eat.

While eating breakfast and drinking fresh milk, I was very satisfied with Annie's performance. She was, after all,
a maid trained by a high-elf noble family—pleasing to the eye and a pleasure to use.

Glancing at Annie, I noticed a noticeable dampness on her chest, probably from milk spilled during milking.
Thinking of her full breasts, I couldn't help but imagine a scene of breast sex.

Hmm, I might try that when I get back tonight.

Seeing me staring at her chest, Annie assumed I wanted a refill, so she gently lifted her clothes, cupped her breasts
against the cup, and tried to squeeze some more milk.

Damn, this little vixen is so good at teasing.

I put down the cup, pulled Annie into my arms, and started sucking on her nipple.

"Ah, Master, oh, please be gentle."

I sucked hard, switching between her breasts, my tongue teasing her nipples. Soon, Annie couldn't
help but moan softly.

"Hmph, hmph, Master, Annie wants..."

"Hmm? Want what?" I asked knowingly.

"I want to serve Master's big cock."

"Haha, you little glutton, but Master has to go out soon. We'll see how
you behave when I get back tonight."

I slapped Annie's bottom to make her get off my lap, then stuffed the rest of the milk into
my mouth, turned around, put on my coat, grabbed my weapon, and left under Annie's resentful gaze.

After leaving home, I first went to the military camp to report for duty. After saying hello, I went to the main tent to begin my first day
of shamanic training with the Great Matriarch.

As with any religion, the first lesson for an apprentice naturally focused on the sect's origins. The very talkative
Great Matriarch recounted everything from the descent from the sacred mountain to the awakening of ancestral spirits, from the first elemental dialogue to
the birth . As the administrator of [Galad], the Great Matriarch's daily work was quite busy, but as a qualified
teacher (and a chatterbox), she patiently taught me for the entire morning, only ending
the religious history lesson near lunchtime.

The Great Matriarch was very engaged in her lectures, but I kept getting sleepy. Actually, I already knew these stories; in
that period of human memory, I could say I was quite knowledgeable about the truth of the origins of shamanism.

This mythical history actually has another version: the so-called Holy Mountain was actually an Eredar
spaceship, and the deity who awakened the ancestral spirits was actually a severely wounded Naaru. The Orcish Shamanism can
be considered a branch of the Draenei Church of the Light, but they accidentally switched allegiances when initially building their power system,
veerging from the Light Sanctuary to the Elemental Sanctuary.

So, strictly speaking, they are both followers, but knowing this is one thing, there's no need to explain. The current
conflict between us Orcs and Draenei stems from the struggle for limited land and resources. This has nothing to do with good or evil; it
's simply a struggle for the right to survive and develop. Unless one side withdraws, it's an irreconcilable
conflict.

"Alright, child, we'll stop here for the history of the cult."

The First Matriarch seemed reluctant to continue, but considering there were still administrative matters to attend to, the lesson had to end here.

"Take some of these materials about runes home this afternoon to study. If you encounter anything you don't understand
, write it down and ask me later."

"Understood, Madam. Please go ahead with your work. I'll go back home after I've finished organizing the materials."

After her new master left, Annie sat alone in a chair to rest for a while.
When she got up to clear the dishes, she noticed a small wet patch where she had just sat. She knew it was her vaginal fluid.
She had been aroused when her master suckled her breasts, and long-term training had made her body exceptionally sensitive.

"It's so inconvenient not having underwear,"

Annie sighed. She wiped the chair with a rag, carried the dishes back to the kitchen, ate some
leftovers from making breakfast, and then began to tidy up the house.

The living environment in the tribe was far more primitive than it had been in Moonshadow Valley. The high elves'
pursuit of beauty was reflected in everything they saw. Although Annie was just a personal maid of a minor nobleman,
her vision and knowledge were far beyond that of an ordinary slave. But now she had to live in a savage orc tribe.

When Annie was first captured, she considered escaping. However, seeing how those slaves who escaped were recaptured and turned into
food for the giant beasts (wolves), she was terrified and dared not even entertain the thought of running away. After all,
how possibly escape the pursuit of orc hunters on the vast plains?

Since she couldn't resist, she could only accept reality. Annie was timid to begin with, and
she had long been accustomed to a life of passively accepting the will of others. She lived each day in a daze until she was bought by another
master or died quietly.

Perhaps some unknown god favored Annie, because just yesterday she met a strange male orc.
He actually paid attention to the feelings of a female slave when he was satisfying his desires. This was too strange. Even the elegant
high would not care about the feelings of a slave, let alone a brutal orc.

In order to repay this rare tenderness, Annie tried her best to cooperate with this orc during sex. Her thoughts
were simple—I am very obedient, please be good to me. Unexpectedly, it was precisely this simple little thought that caught
the eye of the orc, who eventually bought her, allowing her to finally escape that hellish "livestock shed."

Her past experiences made Annie cherish her present life all the more, so she worked hard and tried her best to please her master to maintain
her peaceful existence. She didn't want to be sent back to the farm, back to the life of livestock.

The house wasn't large, but it hadn't been cleaned in a long time, and it took Annie half a day to clean it thoroughly.
After resting, Annie noticed that her breasts were starting to swell and ache again.

"Sigh, I just milked this morning, this is really troublesome for my breasts."

Annie went to the kitchen to wash her hands, grabbed a new wooden cup, and leaned against the stove to start milking herself.

"Hmm, hum~"

Milk sprayed continuously into the cup with each squeeze, relieving the swelling and pain in her breasts, and a warm current
rose from Annie's lower abdomen.

"Why isn't Master back yet?"

Annie placed the cup on the table, leaned against it, and began milking directly into the cup, freeing
one inserted directly between her legs.

I gathered some materials that I needed to take home and copy. Finding it quite a lot, I decided
to take them home first, then go to the market to buy the tools and materials needed for engraving runes.

Returning home with the materials, before even stepping through the door, I vaguely heard soft moans coming from the kitchen. It sounded like
Annie's voice. Anyone who's been with a woman knows what that sound means. Including last night, I'd
aroused without actually having sex with her. This little devil finally couldn't resist and was secretly masturbating at home.

I stopped and focused my attention on my hearing. The faint sound began to become clearer.

"Mmm, mmm, Master, Annie wants... wants Master's big cock."

Damn, this little girl is really masturbating, and her sexual fantasy is about me...

Being fantasized about by a woman is a bit unexpected, but I'm still quite proud of myself. In this
world where strength reigns supreme, looks don't mean anything. Strong males always attract the admiration of many females.
As for those males who rely solely on their looks and have no real strength (pretty boys), they're just sex slaves kept by strong females.

Through the crack in the kitchen window, I saw Annie leaning over the table, her buttocks raised, her slender fingers constantly
thrusting in and out of her vagina.

What a sensual scene! It made my blood boil, but remembering I had things to do, I
suppressed the urge to take advantage of this little girl on the spot, deciding to save it for later tonight.

I deliberately made a noise when I entered the room, and the groans from inside immediately stopped. After a while,
Annie, blushing, came out of the bedroom and knelt before me.

"Master, you're back."

"Yes, Annie, why is your face so red?"

"I'm just a little hot from being busy, Master." Annie took the book from my hand and explained with her head down.

I didn't call out Annie's little lie and told her to get ready so we could go shopping together.

On the way to the alchemy shop, we passed a cloth shop and a fur shop. I bought Annie two sets of tops and skirts, a pair of leather boots
, and a cloak. I even replaced the iron collar that symbolized her slave status with a leather collar with a soft lining.

Annie was overjoyed in her new clothes. Although they were just a few pieces of clothing to me, they represented dignity and a sense of security
for .

On the market street, we saw many slaves carrying things for their masters. Draenei and elves made up the majority.
Regardless of gender, they were completely naked except for the collars around their necks, and some even had obvious whip marks on their bodies.

Since the planet shattered, Draenor's climate has undergone drastic changes. Winter
has vanished . Without the freezing weather, who would bother preparing clothing for slaves?
Only highly skilled artisan slaves or favored private slaves are allowed to wear such clothes in public.

Entering the only alchemy shop in Galador, a beautiful
female demon with strange horns, short bat wings, and a voluptuous figure led me forward.

"Honorable guest, Miranda is at your service. What do you need?"

She was a succubus enslaved by a warlock, and her master, the orc warlock Grubren, was the owner of this alchemy shop
.

"Your orcish is quite good," I remarked, glancing around. "Where is your master?"

"My master is out and hasn't returned. If you wish to buy something, I can assist you."

"Give me a set of enchanted carving knives, a grinding wheel, and the materials on the list."

I handed over the shopping list I had written beforehand. The succubus Miranda took the list, glanced at it, and swayed
her slender waist behind the counter to prepare the goods for me. I casually browsed the other items in the shop.

Succubi are all natural beauties, especially when facing male humanoid beings. Their natural charm gives
them a huge advantage. It's clear that Gebron didn't have good intentions in putting his servant as a salesperson in the shop. I glanced at
the goods on the shelves and found that most of what was displayed was indeed junk.

"What's this?"

I pointed to a gift box behind the counter that hadn't been closed yet. Inside looked like a
fishing net , but it seemed a bit small.

"Ah, that's a custom-made lingerie set for another customer."

Miranda took the lingerie set out of the box and showed it to me. It was a fishnet-like dress.
If someone wore it, everything underneath would be completely exposed.

Damn, who's got the time to be so bored? Ordering a custom-made sex toy at the alchemy shop.

I cast a newly learned [Identification] spell on this strange sex toy, and after the spell took effect, the fishnet outfit began
to emit a faint glow.

Item Type: Temptation of the Mesh - Clothing Item Level: Tier 1 Extraordinary Equipment Item Description: This is a
dress imbued with the strange desires of its creator. Its fishnet structure offers no warmth or protection to the wearer.

Enchantment Effect: [Charm], increases the wearer's charm, and increases the success rate of casting [Charm] spells.

Increases charm? It's actually an enchanted item...

"Who ordered this?"

"Sorry, that's a customer's privacy, I can't say."

"Oh, how much does it cost to order something like this?"

I didn't expect Gebron to have this skill. It seems that the silent, brooding guy has some redeeming qualities after all. If it's not too expensive,
I'll order a charm-boosting sex toy for Annie too.

"Around 20 gold coins, the exact price depends on the materials and the enchantment effect." Miranda glanced at
Annie behind me, then answered with a smile.

"Okay, tell your master when he returns that I'm also interested in ordering a piece of equipment like this. Have my
things ready for today."

"Sir, everything you requested is here. It costs 12 gold coins in total."

Since Gebron wasn't around, ordering the equipment would have to wait. I didn't want to waste any more time talking to his servant, so I paid with
twelve vouchers, took the items, and left the alchemy shop with Annie.

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