【Chronicles of Outland - Nagrand's Charm】06

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Chapter 6
Regardless of the hidden forces behind it, the Horde's decision to wage war on Twilight Ridge will not change.
The letter from Isonia not only mentioned airships but also something they were building—
a structure nearly complete that resembled the Dark Portal on Hellfire Peninsula.
This basically confirms the Burning Legion's involvement in the events on Twilight Ridge. However, one question remains
unanswered: within the Black Temple's controlled territory on Hellfire Peninsula, there is a half-ruined old portal.
Repairing it would be far less of a project than building a new one. Why would Illidan choose the more difficult path?
Another possibility is that the demons on Twilight Ridge belong to another demon lord. After all,
after the death of Sargeras, the Bronze King, the Burning Legion was fragmented and independent. If
other demon lords were involved, then whose subordinates were the high elves?
After leaving the main tent, everyone went back to prepare. When I told Annie about my upcoming long journey, the little
girl's tears started falling again.
"Annie, be good. Harlan isn't far from Galado. Your master will be back soon."
To be honest, I was really reluctant to part with this obedient human slave girl. Unfortunately, even officers
can't bring servants on combat missions unless I had the heart to assign Annie to a transport team and watch her die on the way.
Annie didn't say anything, just clung tightly to my clothes, refusing to let go. I tried my best
to comfort her, but I couldn't. We'd only had three months of peaceful life, and in the blink of an eye, her beloved master was leaving again, and she didn't
know when he would return. No wonder she was so heartbroken.
"What are you crying for! I'm going to war, not to die. You're crying so hard now, are you mourning my
death in advance?"
Seeing that I couldn't persuade Annie, I had no choice but to put on a stern face and use intimidation to make Annie stop crying.
"No, no, Annie, I don't want Master to go to the battlefield, it's too dangerous, I don't want Master to die, sob~"
"Sigh."
I gently pulled Annie close, letting her head rest against my chest.
"Master is a high-level expert, only one step away from legend. As long as I'm not stupid enough to charge into the enemy lines alone,
how could I possibly die so easily?"
"Master, you promise to come back?"
"Yes, I promise."
The battlefield is ever-changing, and no one can predict the situation. Even a legend could fall if they're not careful, but to put
Annie at ease, I had to tell a lie.
The main force of the legion planned to depart three days later, but the wolf riders, as the vanguard, had to move a day earlier.
The night before departure, I gave Annie all the vouchers in the house. Now
everyone in town knows she's my personal slave. With this money, even if I can't come back for a while, it'll be enough for her to live on for a
long time.
That night, Anne was incredibly passionate in bed, experiencing six orgasms in a row, almost to the point of exhaustion. Two of them
involved wheezing. I, too, also experienced a second orgasm thanks to Anne's relentless service. I knew she was making love so recklessly
so that I would remember her even when I was away. Having finally found someone to rely on, she didn't want to lose them again.
The next morning, Garrosh and I led two squadrons of wolf riders away from Garador
, heading towards Harlan. The journey was relatively smooth, encountering only two large herds of beasts. After driving them away, we used animal
bones to set up warning signs along the way, deterring these wild beasts from returning to this road in the near future.
After a seven-day march, the group arrived at Haran, a town perched on a high plateau in a strange basin.
Haran's inhabitants included orcs and dwarves, resulting in an architectural style distinct from other orc towns.
As allies who had escaped demonic enslavement together, the orcs generously accepted this
branch of the dwarves, renowned for their forging skills. Consequently, blacksmith shops and equipment stores of all sizes lined the streets, and
most of the weapons on the Nagrand plains were produced here.
After reporting to Elder Kridan, the shaman now in charge of Haran's defenses, the wolf riders settled into
their pre-assigned camp.
They rested for a day at the new camp before joining the local wolf riders and temporarily taking command of Elder Kridan
to handle any unforeseen circumstances.
There's been no further news from Blademaster Lantresor Fireblade in Kil'solor Keep,
and the Kridan Shaman guarding Haran has no missions assigned. As Garrosh's lieutenant, I have some rare free time to manage as I
please. (Garrosh is a good leader.)
Since incorporating Chi cultivation into my martial arts, my physical strength has increased considerably, and my old longsword feels
a bit light. So, taking advantage of this free time, I decided to stroll through the Armor Street to find myself a new, more comfortable sword.
Armor Street is a bustling yet chaotic place, teeming with outsiders.
Some tribes, neutral to the Nagrand orcs, also import their weapons and equipment here.
I arrived at a shop called "Greybeard Blacksmith," the best weapon shop on the street, owned by
a black dwarf master blacksmith nicknamed "Greybeard."
Upon entering, I saw a dark dwarf wielding a short whip directing two strong ogre slaves to
carry out a bundle of iron spears from a corner. These spears were about 1.5 meters long, and their shape clearly indicated they were
javelins commonly used in the army.
Besides these javelins, there were boxes of triangular arrowheads, shields taller than half a person, and
small items such as animal skin pouches for storing arrows and javelins, and belt buckles.
The dwarf noticed someone enter the shop, turned around, and saw a tall male orc, presumably there to buy weapons.
He casually pointed to the weapon rack and said in Common, "Look around if you want to buy weapons. If you want to order, you'll have to come back later
."
The shop only had a few heavy weapons, either battle axes or warhammers, not the greatsword I wanted.
"Excuse me, are you Master Greybeard?"
the dwarf asked impatiently, his temper flaring. "Master isn't here. What's up?"
Before I could answer, he continued, "If you're here to order weapons again, don't bother. The army's orders are piling up lately..."
"We're too busy to take on any other work."
Disappointed, I continued to other weapon shops. Most of the larger blacksmith shops were
forging equipment for Harlan's upcoming military operations. While there were some greatswords among the finished products, they were all ordinary, low-quality
goods.
While strolling through the streets, I saw Isonia, who was torturing a strong male orc
under her feet.
"What's going on?"
I asked around and learned that the man being trampled was Isonia's suitor.
Inheriting nomadic customs, orcs' courtship methods are very direct. If they like a girl, they can confess their love to her face.
If rejected, they can choose to steal the bride on her wedding day. If they win, the bride is theirs;
if they fail, they must offer gifts and blessings and never bother the groom again.
Frankly speaking, if there were a ranking of the most attractive intelligent beings in the multiverse, we male orcs
would be near the bottom. In some planes where looks matter, we would definitely be a species expendable
.
However, everything has two sides. Orc women aren't as unattractive as their male counterparts; some are just as beautiful as women from other races. There was even 　　an example of a human hero falling in love with an orc girl
during the interdimensional war twenty-five years ago . 　　And Isonia, known as the "Flower of Harlan," is a renowned beauty on the plains, so having suitors 　　is perfectly normal. 　　However, the tragedy for the brother lying on the ground is that the girl who rejected his advances is a high-level powerhouse. 　　After being rejected, you don't even need to wait for the day of the forced marriage; her family will beat you to a pulp on the spot. 　　Seeing Isonia tormenting her suitors like this, I think the title "Poisonous Flower of Harlan" is more fitting for 　　her. 　　"Hey, Saruman, what are you doing here? Don't you have to stay at the camp?" 　　Isonia spotted me in the crowd and greeted me happily. 　　"My brother Garrosh is in the army camp, so I came out to choose a suitable weapon." 　　"He's still as boring as he was when we were kids, hasn't changed at all over the years." 　　"Because his ideals haven't changed either." 　　"Sigh, never mind Garrosh, have you found a weapon yet?" 　　"There's nothing good, all the blacksmiths are rushing to make weapons, they're not even taking orders." 　　"Well, since you're free, come to my house for a drink. Since you're in Harlan, I should at least treat you properly." 　　I was quite happy that Isonia invited me to her house. I had a crush on her when I was a child, 　　but later I found out she was a lesbian and had a strong queenly tendency, so my feelings faded (I was scared). 　　But since we were childhood friends, there was no awkwardness even after so many years. 　　Unlike the domed bungalow I lived in in Galador, Isonia's house was a large two-story building, and 　　she kept a pair of young elven slaves. 　　Upon seeing their mistress and a tall male orc enter, the two slaves immediately stepped forward to pay their respects. However, their 　　greeting was not the kneeling gesture common between master and slave, but rather a half-squatting gesture like that used by human and elven women. Surprisingly 　　, they had pulled their short skirts up very high, revealing their naked lower bodies. 　　"Welcome home, Master." A closer look revealed that the two elven slaves were actually a man and a woman, 　　seemingly related by blood. Aside from their slave collars, both wore black, open-necked short-sleeved tops and 　　lace-trimmed skirts, their long legs encased in black stockings. This peculiar style of dress was clearly imported 　　from another plane. 　　As descendants of high elves, the outer realm elves inherited the beauty of their ancestors, and their still-developing 　　, slender figures made it impossible to tell if one was male without examining their genitals. 　　"This is the older sister, Vis, and this is the younger brother, Vim," 　　Isonia said, pointing to the two elven slaves. "They're my treasures; 　　I bought them from a goblin merchant at a high price." 　　"Heh, when did your tastes change?" I said, pointing to the elven brother. 　　Those familiar with Isonia know she likes women and has shown a strong desire for control since childhood—simply 　　put, she's a queen. Can you imagine her letting men ride on her? 　　Although beautiful women engaging in "lesbian" relationships is a huge waste of resources, as one of the most skilled among the younger generation of the tribe 　　, she has the ability to support her bizarre hobby. 　　"That goblin merchant said they were a bundled sale, so I'll consider it a buy-one-get-one- free deal. Besides, the 　　younger brother is petite and adorable; with proper care and medicine, he'll be a beauty too." 　　Instructing the slave siblings to prepare some drinks, Isonia led me upstairs. I could tell 　　she hadn't just invited me for drinks and conversation; she definitely had something to say. 　　The house had a simple layout, with the entire second floor divided into a living room, bedroom, and storage room. 　　The furnishings were also simple: the living room, with a carpet and a low table, contained only a large 　　bed and two wooden chests. The storage room, however, held a considerable collection of weapons that piqued my interest. 　　Besides the common one-handed weapons of rogues—long and short swords, scimitars, and daggers—the weapon racks also 　　displayed greatswords and long-handled swords, clearly two-handed weapons. 　　"Isonia, even a rogue like you, a melee fighter (combat rogue), would 　　n't need heavy weapons, would you?" 　　"Just a collecting hobby. I can't resist buying good things when I see them. Harlan is 　　the main weapon-producing region of Nagrand, so… hehe." Isonia's smile was a little awkward. 　　I picked up a decent-looking black iron greatsword and casually cast an Identify spell on it. The dark blade 　　glowed with a faint magical light. 　　Item Type: Black Fang - Greatsword Item Level: Tier 3 Extraordinary Weapon Item Description: This is a heavy 　　black iron greatsword, with a small amount of adamantite added during its forging process to increase its hardness. 　　Enchantment Effect: [Armor Penetration], makes it easier for the user to break through armor when hitting it. 　　"Damn, a Tier 3 Extraordinary weapon with [Armor Penetration] is even better than your current weapon 　　? Are you burning money?"

"Sigh, I've basically spent all my savings on this."
Isonia immediately looked heartbroken when she mentioned it. As a melee fighter, no one dislikes
weapons, but buying something she can't use is pathetic.
"Hey, I said this greatsword is just for show, how about I take it? My strength has improved a lot recently, and my old
longsword is a bit too light."
Isonia thought for a moment and said, "I can give it to you, but even brothers should keep their accounts clear."
I: "Of course."
"This 'Black Fang' originally cost 130 gold coins, but I have a good relationship with 'Greybeard' Mordenkar Black Iron
, so I got it for a friendly price of 110 gold coins. If you want it, I'll sell it at cost." Um, I didn't bring any vouchers with me to [Harlan]
, could I trade my longsword and gems for it? "
My current weapon is a Tier 2 half-handed sword with the [Sharpness] effect. This type of longsword has
a slightly wider blade and a slightly longer hilt than a regular one-handed longsword, making it easier to grip with both hands when performing powerful slashes. It
cost me 60 gold coins to buy it.
" "Alright," Isonia said indifferently.
Before leaving, I left all my vouchers with Annie, and only had a small bag of gems left. I gathered 50 gold
coins worth of gems and gave them, along with my sword, to Isonia. I finally got myself a new weapon.
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