Alibuda Chronicles Part 2: Volume 6, Chapter 2

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Chapter Two: The Isolated Island of the Dog Clan

The sound of waves crashing in reminded me that I was near the shore. Looking up, several miles ahead of the island, the sky was filled with thunder and lightning, bombarding the sea. The raging waves surged, one after another, blotting out the sun. Even from miles away, I could feel the extraordinary apocalyptic power. It seemed the storm was not over yet; there was no need to rush out to sea to die.

Looking back, I seemed to be on the coast of some island, behind which stretched a vast, dense forest. The trees that made up the forest were exceptionally tall, species I had never seen on land. Beyond the forest were several overlapping hills, looking quite lush and verdant. As for whether there were any man-made structures hidden within, I couldn't tell at the moment.

The scenery is nice, but I'm not here for vacation, so the first thing I need to figure out is where I am, and where Ah Xue and the delinquent middle-aged man went...

Hmm, that question seems redundant, because the answer is already in front of me, and in the most unpleasant way possible.

If I had seen Mao Yan'an's headless corpse, or seen him being hacked to pieces by the locals, I probably wouldn't feel this way. But when I saw him shirtless, wearing sexy shorts, laughing heartily with an air of pure optimism, each arm around a beautiful woman, smugly walking towards me, I felt a surge of anger rising within me.

"Ah, my dear nephew, it's so good to see you! You probably don't know you've been unconscious for two days and two nights, do you? You woke up and ran to the beach... Ah, were you dragged to the beach by a cow? Oh dear, my dear nephew, your charm is truly boundless; even the cow has fallen for you."

If I were to get angry at him at this moment, I would be too short-sighted. So, even though I still didn't know where I was or what situation I was in, I still laughed and opened my arms, walking very warmly towards Mao Yan'an.

"Oh my, Uncle, I've missed you so much these past few days! It's a raging storm outside, like the end of the world, and you're still here grinning like an idiot. Look at you, all smiles, you look pretty good! Hey, what are those two women you're holding in your arms? They look like two blonde beauties..."

I suddenly stopped talking. I noticed that the petite beauties Mao Yan'an was holding in each arm, though they were only dressed in bikini-like outfits with strips of cloth wrapped around their chests and short skirts around their waists, they weren't blonde beauties at all, but rather golden-haired beauties.

Their erect ears and the fur on their arms and torsos, despite their delicate features and beautiful faces, told me that they weren't human, but canine half-human beings with human blood.

Encountering canine half-human beings in the East China Sea, far from the inland, surprised me a little, but it didn't stop me from doing what I was doing. Just as I was about to touch and embrace Mao Yan'an, I suddenly turned around without warning, grabbing one of the two dog-girls he had just been holding in each arm, and then slipping my hands inside their brass to knead their firm, round breasts.

"Ah, my dear nephew, life is so good, why be so lustful? It's not fair to keep it all to yourself."

"Uncle, it's a fool not to take advantage of a good deal. Didn't you say that a youth who isn't frivolous is a wasted youth? Of course, I'll take advantage of any opportunity I can. Don't blame me for being disloyal. If I really wasn't loyal, I wouldn't have kicked you away just now."

When I was grabbing the beauties, I had originally intended to kick Mao Yan'an in the groin, but he dodged quickly enough, and the kick only hit his shin, pushing him away. Otherwise, the consequences would have been quite dramatic.

The two canine girls were young and petite, but perhaps due to ample activity, their breasts were full and firm, quite substantial to the touch. A shallow cleavage formed between their firm breasts, and under my fingers' caresses, their tender nipples became pointed and perky, quickly stretching out like two grapes through the thin fabric of their bodices.

With a mere first attempt, I successfully aroused the two canine girls' desire. Although they hadn't exchanged a single word, seeing the wild passion in their round breasts stirred my own desire. Forgetting my predicament, I wondered if I should seize the opportunity and take them to the nearby woods, or perhaps enjoy myself right there on the beach.

"Nephew, once you regained consciousness, you didn't even bother to find your way around before indulging in lust. Truly a master of lust! As the saying goes, 'A youth without lewdness is a wasted youth.' Seeing you so energetic, your uncle is truly delighted for you."

"Oh? You don't even have a girl, and you're still happy? You're really that kind?"

"This uncle is old and has no other strengths, except for my kind heart, which I can still boast about. However, whether those people are as kind as I am, I don't know."

"Who are they?"

"They are."

As soon as the words were spoken, dozens of howling, man-eating dogs suddenly emerged from the woods behind us. They had beast heads and human bodies, sharp claws, and rushed towards us. Running and leaping, their speed was incredible, surpassing human physical abilities. Almost instantly, they were beside us, completely surrounding us.

These canine orcs were strong and fierce-looking, each wielding crudely made knives and spears. Their bared teeth and snarling expressions clearly indicated their ill intentions. To make matters worse, when they surrounded Mao Yan'an and me, Mao Yan'an immediately surrendered, while the two canine girls I was holding on either side of him immediately knelt down, prostrating themselves on the ground like adulterous women caught in the act by their husbands.

Seeing this, I knew things wouldn't end well. I glanced at Mao Yan'an; his eyes and expression made him look exactly like a lover who had just been with his adulterous wives. While I could see that clearly, those stupid canine orcs might not. As a result, I was left with dozens of knives and spears at my neck, not knowing where I was being taken.

The canine village was built deep in the forest, nestled against the mountains and beside the water. The building materials were nothing special, just simple thatched huts, but most of them had dug additional underground spaces, creating a rather peculiar semi-subterranean dwelling.

Looking into the distance, in the center of the village stood a very simple statue, made purely of bamboo and leaves. It was a half-beast creature with a dog's head and a human body, holding a metal scepter shaped like an eagle. Aside from that, there was nothing of value, which likely reflected the village's economic situation.

In fact, I had always found it strange to encounter a tribe of beastmen in the East Sea.

It wasn't that there were no beastmen in the East Sea, but the half-beast species there were mostly crustaceans, primarily marine creatures. Land-based beastman tribes like tigers, leopards, bears, and elephants rarely left the Southern Barbarian lands.

On land, beastmen possessed considerable fighting power, but had little social standing; beastmen living outside the Southern Barbarian lands were almost destined to be slaves from birth. After all, these beast-headed, human-bodied creatures were strong enough and rather simple-minded, making them ideal candidates for enslavement.

Whether in Alibuda or Ishtar, all major public construction projects invariably employ large numbers of orc slave laborers. Not only are they incredibly hardworking, but after the entire project is completed, the workers can be buried alive on the spot without paying a single penny – super cheap and efficient. In recent years, due to pressure from humanitarian organizations within the Golden Flower Federation, Alibuda has followed international trends and undergone significant reforms. Starting five years ago, after each large-scale project, based on humanitarian considerations, a beautiful mass grave monument is erected after burying the orcs alive. This has been enthusiastically praised by domestic media, who boast that it's a historical moment of respect for humanity, and use it to boast that China's humanitarian spirit far surpasses that of the "uncivilized barbarians of Ishtar" – is that really so great?

I think the orcs must have different thoughts, which is why the inhabitants of the Southern Barbarians have harbored hatred for the outside world for thousands of years. Of course, the orcs themselves also have problems. These brutish creatures, whose brains are practically made of muscle, are bloodthirsty and loyal to their people, but they are short-sighted and unwilling to tolerate the current unpleasantness for the sake of a greater goal, and they reject other orc races that are not of their own kind.

The Feathered Clan, the Fox Clan, the Dog Clan… these weak races, whose fighting strength is not particularly formidable, though numerous, suffer greatly from the exclusion and oppression of the powerful beastmen in the Southern Wilderness. Their treatment is hardly better than in the human world. Unable to find a foothold in the Southern Wilderness, they are forced to seek refuge in the deep mountains or valleys of the outside world, but even then, they must pray

for divine protection. Otherwise, if discovered by nearby humans, the entire tribe is often taken away and sold off within days. I know many half-beastman tribes of the Dog Clan, hiding in remote mountains to avoid persecution. Among the pursuers are some unscrupulous individuals who specialize in finding hidden half-beastman tribes and selling the information to slave traders for profit. Finding a good place to live peacefully is not easy, but to hide on a small island in the East Sea is truly inconceivable.

“Woof… woof!”

As I was escorted towards the village, the Dog Clan warriors, armed with knives and guns, communicated with growls and low growls, their expressions ferocious, practically drooling.

Because their vocal system is somewhere between that of humans and beasts, orcs use human language as their common language, but when communicating among themselves, they often use animal sounds that only they can understand as their native dialect. This varies depending on the level of culture in each tribe; the more orc tribes have absorbed human culture, the more they use human language. In the Southern Barbarians, the four major orc tribes are obsessed with the culture of the strong, so local dialects have become less prevalent, unlike the canine tribes isolated on their islands.

"Woof woof woof... woof woof~~" The canine warriors around me were talking rapidly, and a murderous intent filled the air. Even though I couldn't understand their dog-like language, I knew they meant no good, but with several knives and spears held to my neck, even the most clever plan was difficult to execute.

Like the Southern Barbarians, the Beastmen have always been a patriarchal race, and the Dog Clan is no exception. The two Dog Clan girls, presumably captured for having illicit relations with men, were bound hand-to-hand, stumbling along the back of the group. One of them, unable to keep up, fell to the ground, and the Dog Clan warrior leading her showed no mercy, dragging her along the ground until her skin bled.

I felt a slight pang of pity. Women have many uses, but using them as mops was a terrible waste. These Dog Clan men are truly out of their minds. Unfortunately, I'm not suited to do anything right now.

Mao Yan'an, also bound and led by Dog Clan warriors, appeared quite composed, even ignoring the stares of his escorts, whistling as he walked, completely at ease. Seeing his demeanor, I figured things weren't as serious as they seemed, so there was no need to risk a breakout for now.

These canine warriors appeared strong and armed, but they clearly lacked martial arts skills, let alone magic. Dealing with them wouldn't be difficult for me. However, I was new to this strange land, and even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake. I might have a lot to rely on these natives, but if I killed a few during the breakout, the situation would become very troublesome.

However, things seemed to be getting out of control. Just as we were about to enter the village, the canine warriors holding Mao Yan'an and me suddenly attacked, kicking us both to the ground. Then, a leader-like figure barked loudly a few times before switching to a strange human language and loudly proclaiming our crimes.

The language was indeed crude and vulgar, but the meaning was understandable. It said that our group, under the punishment of the "Giant God," drifted to this park island. Not only did we not repent, but we also ignored local customs and secretly seduced the warriors' private female dogs. This was a heinous crime. Now, in the name of the dog god "Anupis," these two outsiders will be executed.

"Extreme punishment? Hey, uncle, what kind of extreme punishment is this? If it's some kind of uncivilized thing like chopping off hands or feet, I'm going to fight my way out."

"Oh, don't worry about that. The god Anupis, whom the dog tribe worships, hates bloodshed, so they won't use any uncivilized methods against us. The extreme punishment used here is an ancient form of torture called Aruba. According to the records, it seems to be a civilized punishment that forces prisoners to spread their legs and smash their heads against a tree until one side is mangled."

"...Until one side is mangled? Damn it, what kind of bullshit civilization is this? I'll wipe them all out right now."

Opportunities to make me so readily boastful are rare, but that's exactly what happened. While I was being subdued and lying on the ground, I had already secretly gathered my strength. At this moment, I suddenly released my energy, and three bouncy energy balls shot out in three directions, splitting and exploding along the way.

My Lustful Bullets, based purely on a combination of sexual energy and magic, weren't particularly powerful or lethal, but their attack was incredibly stealthy. After exploding, they struck vulnerable areas like the eyes and groin, instantly causing cries of agony as over a dozen nearby canine warriors collapsed to the ground, howling in pain.

"Woof!"

The canine warriors on the periphery barked angrily and quickly surrounded me. Judging from their formation, they seemed intent on cutting me off from Mao Yan'an, preventing me from rescuing him. But my actions surprised them.

"Damn it, die!"

Without another word, I kicked the still-struggling Mao Yan'an, sending him flying towards the canine warriors' encirclement. Taking advantage of a gap in their formation, I burst through the encirclement in a flash. The entire process was lightning fast. By the time the canine warriors turned around, I was already in a favorable position, launching a second wave of Lustful Bullets.

"Despicable! So vile!"

"He betrayed his own comrades, is this man a demon?"

"A demon! A demon!"

The canine warriors seemed to be provoked by my tactics, shouting in their strange human accents. Some were so angry they even pounded their chests and jumped up and down. However, I felt innocent in the face of their anger. After all, the delinquent middle-aged man was the culprit of the whole thing. If this counts as betraying one's comrades, then I wouldn't mind betraying them a hundred times a day. Before accusing me of betraying my comrades, they should first understand what kind of person that comrade was.

The second wave of battle was about to erupt. I was ready and waiting, feeling a little nervous, because direct confrontation was neither my forte nor my desire, but now I had no other choice. But just as I was preparing to summon the lewd beast and seriously deal with this battle, a wild bark pierced the ears of all the creatures present.

"Woof! Stop!"

The aged voice, imbued with an invisible authority, spoke in two languages simultaneously. The restless canine warriors immediately retreated, and I gladly stepped aside to observe the unfolding situation.

"Master, you're awake! That's wonderful!"

A cheerful cry rang out as Ah Xue, whom I hadn't seen for days, ran through the canine warriors. With her upright fox ears, she blended perfectly into the crowd of canine warriors behind her, even her attire blending seamlessly with the local style.

Like most canine women here, Ah Xue wore only a simple skirt from the waist down. The miniature deerskin skirt was so short it barely covered her ample hips; black rope leggings bound her long, shapely legs, leaving marks on her snow-white skin, extending into the flowing deerskin skirt—a sight that made one's heart itch with desire, eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

Her upper body was clad in a low-cut deerskin vest that appeared to be very stretchy, revealing her snow-white shoulders and smooth back. Whether due to lack of funds for a custom-made one or the inability to find the right size, Ah Xue was clearly not wearing a bra, her upper body's lines clearly outlined.

Especially her proud, full breasts, which resembled two ripe, enormous fruits, their perfectly rounded contours on full display. They bounced up and down with her running, proudly radiating an extremely seductive provocation to those around her who couldn't help but stare!

(Damn! Still so alluring after just a few days.

As the sole possessor of this beautiful body, I couldn't help but feel a burning desire, but also a slight headache. In this uncivilized culture, the most direct way to possess a beauty was to kill the man who owned her.) When Ah Xue pounced on me, the slightly cooled murderous aura around us rapidly intensified. Fortunately, Violet rushed in after her, letting out a roar, which stopped the impending conflict.

"Master, I heard you were just dragged out by a cow, it scared me to death... Huh, how did you get into a conflict? The people here are all so kind, you..."

Ah Xue asked me疑惑地, but I didn't answer. Explaining these things was too complicated, so I simply stroked her long, black hair, followed the necklace around her neck, and looked down at the end of the necklace... that deep, high, snow-white cleavage.

"Stop, all of you step back, don't neglect our honored guest."

As that old, authoritative voice appeared again, all the canines respectfully stepped aside, making way, and stepping out from the crowd was... an old dog.

It really was an old dog. His bare upper body still hinted at his former strength, but his fur was sparse and thinning, the exposed bald patches resembling a middle-aged man's bald head, a reminder of his lost youthful vigor. His steps were unsteady and weak; he relied on a wooden cane and the support of others to slowly walk forward. Yet, when he raised his head, his imposing presence was still palpable; clearly, this old dog was the leader of the canine tribe.

At this moment, this frail old dog was undoubtedly the center of everyone's attention, but my gaze passed over him, glancing at a young canine woman supporting him. If this old dog held considerable power and status here, then given the male-dominated nature of the orcs, this young woman's presence beside him suggested a high position, most likely a blood relative of the old dog.

From a distance, the young woman was wearing a pair of deerskin trousers, tightly wrapped around her lower body, revealing her round, plump buttocks. Her upper body was wrapped in cloth, and her mature, full breasts stood out prominently, like two plump white buns, tempting the eye.

I glanced at the canine woman until the old dog came close, at which point I snapped out of my reverie. I watched as he looked me up and down, then suddenly turned and barked, barking several times before speaking loudly in human language.

"Honored guest has arrived in our village. I, Huang Shi, swear on the honor of the Dog Clan that our people must not neglect our honored guest, nor betray the kindness of our great benefactor, Lant. We must sincerely entertain his descendants."

This seemingly random sentence startled me, but it was clearly of great significance to the Dog Clan. They fell silent instantly, as if they had been greatly shocked. When they recovered from their shock, they all raised their heads and barked wildly, a sound that seemed both joyful and excited. Then they hugged each other, jumping and barking wildly.

(What's going on? These people know Grandpa? Are they related to him?)

While I was still wondering, the old dog who called himself Huangshi introduced me, saying this was their dog clan's secluded retreat, a place where outsiders were strictly forbidden from approaching. However, I had a deep connection with them, so they welcomed me as a guest.

Why?

"Years ago, when we left the land and fled overseas, we encountered slave traders from Ishtar. We were no match for their armed forces. Fortunately, your grandfather, Lord Lant, happened to pass by and fought off the enemy, allowing us to safely retreat here."

"But how do you know I am…?"

"I recognized you just by your appearance, didn't you know? You look just like your grandfather when he was young, and you're practically a carbon copy of your father, Lord Gendo. The moment I saw you make a move, I recognized you immediately. The Farrell family only has one son per generation, so you must be the grandson of Lant's great benefactor, General John Farrell."

Really? I honestly didn't know that. The self-portraits my grandfather left at home were all blurry, and my perverted father not only didn't have any self-portraits, but he also always had a thick stubble, and even when he sat at his desk, he would cover his mouth with his hands. After looking at him for a while, I really didn't remember what he looked like, let alone what he looked like when he was young.

If it weren't for this old dog reminding me, I would often doubt whether I was my perverted father's biological son…

"A few days ago, you drifted ashore on this island. Our people didn't recognize you as a descendant of our great benefactor, Lant. We apologize for any offense, and ask that our benefactor's grandson not take offense."

What's so strange about it? It was our own bad luck to drift to the dog tribe's village. Being looked down upon by dogs is a fitting end, perfectly normal. What's so strange about it?

That's what I thought in my heart, but I remained somewhat polite, saying that we had accidentally fallen into the sea and were fortunate to be taken in by the dog tribe brothers here. He was deeply grateful.

Huang Shi explained magnanimously, "According to the teachings of Anupis, the dog god, the loss of a dog warrior's personal female is a shameful disgrace that must be avenged with one's life. But I am a descendant of the dog tribe's great benefactor, and a distinguished guest of this village. Providing me with a female is simply the hospitality of a dog tribe member, and I need not feel ashamed."

He seemed to have done a good job descending the steps, as the dog warriors below stomped their feet and roared, even throwing their weapons upwards three times. The three welcoming ceremonies, though strange, I took as a sign of joy. Then, a large group of canine tribesmen emerged from the village, young and old, men and women, like a triumphant welcome, to greet us, the outsiders. The

male canines were generally unremarkable in appearance. This was understandable; they were just human-bodied, dog-headed creatures with long noses and long teeth—what was there to see? Even their imposing fur couldn't compare to that of wolves. This tribe, at the very end of the canine family, was hardly considered handsome, barely even remotely deserving the title of "macho man."

The women were a little better; at least their fur-covered bodies had ordinary human faces. Their dog ears were a bit jarring, but not to the point of being unsightly. Unfortunately, there weren't many beauties in this small village. The only one who piqued my interest was a young canine woman standing behind the village chief, constantly stealing glances in my direction.

"General Farrell, this is my son's widow, Shaye. She is a priestess who serves Anupis and the most knowledgeable dog-tribe member in our village about human culture. I hope you will offer her guidance."

I had barely begun to remark on the young woman's beauty when the village chief introduced her to me, saying she was his son's widow. From Shaye's practiced handshake, it was clear she had some knowledge of human culture and etiquette. However, her presence and behavior became quite intriguing when her grandfather had just told the tribe that offering female dogs to the descendants of their great benefactor was an honorable act of hospitality.

After shaking hands with me, Ah Xue immediately ran to Shaye's side, warmly taking her hand and explaining that it was Shaye who had found us when we drifted to the sea. She added that she had taken great care of us in the dog-tribe village these past few days, and that they had become good friends.

(Damn it, I was unconscious for two days, and you had time to become friends with other people. If this continues, what if you become a homosexual like those in Japan? That would be terrible...)

I muttered to myself, but I didn't ask any more questions. I just confirmed with Ah Xue that the things I entrusted to her for safekeeping were intact, and my heart was at ease.

To formally welcome us, who had gone from being outsiders to honored guests, the Dog Clan held a grand barbecue feast in the evening. Mao Yan'an and I were treated as honored guests, and the Dog Clan women serving as attendants were busy serving various barbecued meats and homemade wine. Mao Yan'an held a turkey leg in one hand and tried to grope a maid's butt with the other, but failed. He then winked at me happily.

"Nephew, this time we've turned misfortune into blessing. We're lucky. Your grandfather's reputation has helped a lot."

"Don't be so smug. I haven't settled the score with you yet. You were the one who went to seduce the woman. Why should I be the one to blame?"

"Well... you're handsome, so maybe they'll punish you less severely. They might only punish Aruba, not your balls. Besides, you were the one who went and hugged those two girls, so you can't blame me, right? But you always say the name Farrell hasn't brought you any benefits, so isn't this situation much better?"

"Is that so? You scoundrel, I advise you to be careful, lest you fall into a trap."

Without touching a drop of wine, I placed the full glass back on the table, a slight, cold smile on my face.

"They all say it's to repay a debt of gratitude, but I really don't dare to hope that anyone from the Farrell family would do anything for others!"

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