Alibuda Chronicles, Part 1: Volume 4, Chapter 6

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After the explanation in Chapter Six, Skevago , we now fully understand the Winged Race's strategy and tactics. Our task now is simple: hold Skevago until noon fifteen days from now.

Fifteen days isn't a long time, but being surrounded by a large army and under constant attack feels like an eternity.

Fortunately, the Winged Race chose an extremely treacherous landing site, surrounded by strange rocks and steep cliffs. Even with the orcs' abilities, climbing these cliffs would be difficult, giving the disadvantaged Winged Race an advantage.

In terms of pure combat power, the orc army is extremely lethal. According to our military's assessment, a berserk orc can almost single-handedly defeat ten human infantry, spearmen, or light cavalry. Only the best-equipped heavy infantry are truly capable of directly confronting the orc army.

However, that refers to open field battles. In a siege, the orcs' weaknesses—lack of strategic thinking, lack of tactics, and reliance on equipment—are fully exposed. The orcs have few skilled craftsmen; siege weapons were hastily crafted from prisoners of war after the battle. Without siege equipment, they could only crane their necks and look up, unable to command a large army to charge.

They launched several desperate attacks. But just like before our arrival, despite the tiger and leopard orcs' superior climbing abilities, the fortified walls were well-stocked with rolling logs and stones. These creatures could only howl as they plummeted down.

Even those who managed to dodge the large-scale attacks and get closer were not so lucky. With their innate sharp eyesight, the winged people were almost all excellent archers. Their marksmanship rivaled that of elven archers, and their rapid-fire shots were both fast and accurate, killing all enemies within range.

The offensive made no progress, but the orcs certainly didn't sit idly by. Their fierce fighting spirit and will to fight were advantages that each orc race had always been proud of. They selected dozens of highly skilled warriors, more than half of whom were Beast Demon Envoys, and some even possessed the cultivation of the fifth level, to form a commando team. They attacked from the narrow pass at the western mountain pass, hoping to break through the defenses and create an opening for their main army to pass through.

In the past, this tactic did indeed have a considerable chance of success. Because apart from their chieftain Katrina, there were few capable individuals among the Feathered Clan who could stop this commando team. Every time they encountered this tactic, it resulted in heavy casualties among the Feathered Clan's female warriors.

But this time was different. Yu Ni and Yu Hong took the lead and intercepted the commando team outside the defenses. The two female constables displayed their renowned strength throughout the continent, using their graceful and swift movements to outmaneuver the invading enemy.

Their unique beast demon, "Thunder Feather Star Arrow," was truly formidable. Within range, regardless of distance, its speed and power remained consistent, allowing them to control the situation, fighting ten opponents single-handedly, and eliminating the enemy's beast demons along with them, securing a safe victory.

Even with some minor crises, Fang Qingshu, who had been observing from the sidelines, intervened before they materialized, subtly helping his two junior sisters out of trouble. Although my martial arts skills are lacking, I have considerable experience and insight. Based on this alone, I'm certain Fang Qingshu's martial arts are at least at the sixth level. I just wonder who is stronger between him and Leng Linglan?

The battle was progressing smoothly, far better than I had initially anticipated. However, there were still concerns. While the Feather Clan could defend their natural stronghold, they were forced to remain within the city limits, unable to resupply. The Zoroastrian surveillance network has spread across a hundred miles. Sending out any mobile units will only result in them being swallowed up, with no return. I've observed that the city's food supplies will last at most twenty days. If the tactics fail by then, and we can't fly out... then there will definitely be a good show.

This concern is basic knowledge from orthodox military strategists, but right now, the Feathered Clan is immersed in a jubilant atmosphere due to their frequent victories, treating Yu Ni, Yu Hong, and Fang Qingshu like heroes. Although I raised this concern once, it was taken as a sign of jealousy, and I was given a cold shoulder. What's

most infuriating is that when Fang Qingshu raised the same point again, it immediately became a profound and far-sighted statement, earning admiring glances from many of the young women present. These Feathered Clan women, perhaps because they rarely interact with the opposite sex, would vie to throw themselves at any slightly handsome man they saw.

"This wasn't my idea. I think I should thank Brother Lan, because I was blinded by victory earlier. If Brother Lan hadn't reminded me, perhaps... no, I would have definitely made a mistake due to carelessness."

Fang Qingshu said this when receiving praise. His humble and unpretentious attitude once again garnered a flood of compliments, but I couldn't be happy. His words only made me seem more incompetent, and when Ah Xue looked at him with envious admiration, my displeasure reached its peak.

It seemed that because Tianhe Xueqiong, the Divine Nun of the Free Heart Seal, lived in seclusion on the forbidden land of the Lonely Peak, not only Ni Hong, but even Fang Qingshu had never met this senior sister, so they were strangers to each other. However, it seemed that because they shared the same artistic origin and similar temperament, the four of them quickly became friends, along with that leopard that should have been euthanized long ago, chatting and laughing all day long. I didn't participate

in the battle because I needed to recuperate after my injury, and even if I had, I couldn't have helped Ni Hong in any way. The rough work, like setting down stones and rolling logs, was never my turn as a "VIP." I'd eagerly do it, only to be met with even more disdain.

As a result, I was stuck in my room, suffering from some inexplicable illness, feeling nauseous, and still having to deal with Mao Yan'an, who also had nothing better to do and often came to my room to peel apples.

The two beautiful Feather Clan women serving at the door, Huang Ying and Hong Li, though pretty, constantly talked about Fang Qingshu, which was unpleasant to listen to.

That day, feeling somewhat tired, I lay on the bed lost in thought when suddenly the door creaked open, and someone walked in.

"Oh, Uncle, you're here again! Are the apples fresh today?"

Turning my head, I didn't see Mao Yan'an, but rather a Feather Clan female warrior standing beside the bed. Her face was hidden by the bed curtains, but her fiery, sexy figure, accentuated by the barely-there three-piece armor, appeared even more alluring and white. Logically, I should have been excited, but I'd seen too much of her lower abdomen and fair thighs these past few days, so it lacked stimulation. Plus, I was in a bad mood, so naturally, I had no interest in flirting with her.

However, after looking a few more times, I suddenly felt something was off. Feathered women are typically slender and bony, beautiful, but their breasts are often disappointingly small. So… why was there a pair of F-cup breasts in front of me, stretching her bra so much it seemed about to burst?

"Who… ugh!"

Before I could even speak, she became incredibly passionate, her snow-white arms wrapping around my neck, her full, smooth breasts pressing against my face. The alluring fragrance made me feel hot all over, and I immediately became aroused.

If the newcomer were an assassin, being "assassinated" in such a seductive way would be quite a treat. Unfortunately, the embrace was fleeting, followed by a sweet, honey-like voice that reached my ears.

"Hello, handsome, you look great! Want to make a wish?"

Hearing this, I was startled, knowing who it was. Looking up, I saw it was indeed Phoenix, the beautiful demon who claimed to be from the demon realm, specializing in buying souls, and with whom I had shared a night.

Dressed like a winged warrior, although a demon, when she turned to show me her wings—a pair conjured by some kind of illusion—she radiated a pure and luminous aura. Beneath her three-piece armor, Phoenix's beautiful figure was fully revealed, especially her full breasts, which bounced with her breath, captivating my gaze.

"What's wrong? Beautiful lady, still not giving up?"

Perhaps because of our past intimate encounter, even though I knew she was a demon, I found it hard to be wary. After all, after I had taken advantage of her last time, she only blew my eyes out as punishment, without any further retaliation; when we were surrounded by the orcs, it was thanks to the magical artifact she had left behind that we were able to escape. Therefore, I didn't feel any ill will towards her. Instead, I was secretly thinking about how to trick her into bed again. To be able to sleep with such a beautiful woman a few more times is every man's dream.

"Please consider their proposal. I'm really thinking of you. As soon as I heard about a new promotion, I immediately notified you."

"Oh? What are they giving away this time? A year-long trip around the continent? Are there any beautiful women to accompany you?"

"It's not some cheap thing. You're the handsome guy they've got their eye on, so of course they'll give you a generous prize... Don't believe me? It's a peerless martial arts manual."

"Come on, what's so great about a peerless martial arts manual? Do you think I haven't seen them before?"

"Of course they wouldn't be so clueless. Besides the manual, there's a way for you to master it in a single day, with absolutely no side effects."

"Enough. I've read a lot of books in the past, and I know very well that no matter how sweet your words are, once a contract is signed, I'm always the one who suffers. And I'm also curious, you know perfectly well that I'm not going to sign a contract, so why are you wasting your time here?"

After I pointed this out, Phoenix wasn't angry, but the charming smile that had been on her lips slowly disappeared, replaced by a calm smile.

"Handsome, you're still as clever as ever. But even though every client knows this, people still keep making wishes to us... Because the devil's temptation is so sweet, always knowing what you need most..."

Unlike before, when she used physical contact to tease me while speaking, Phoenix simply dispelled her winged appearance, sat down on the edge of the bed, and spoke calmly. Even so, she was still stunningly beautiful, and I had to exert great restraint to resist pouncing on her.

"You don't like practicing martial arts, but that doesn't mean you don't like martial arts... As long as it's not your family's secret technique, you'd be willing to practice it, right?"

"..."

"Besides, right now, you have desires. Making a wish to me is the most effective way to satisfy those desires."

I scoffed, "What a joke! I admit I have desires. What man doesn't? Like right now, I want to sleep with you. That's my desire, but I don't need to risk making a deal for it. I can get whatever I want through my own efforts. I have money, I have power, and I can get women anytime. I'm very satisfied with my current situation; I don't need to beg you at all."

"Is that really true? Then why are you so worried about Tianhe Xueqiong every day?"

"You?"

"Human secrets are meaningless to demons. Don't be surprised; with enough magic power to spy, demons can be as omniscient as gods. But you can rest assured, what I know poses no danger to you. Admiral, you are indeed a young prodigy, born into a prestigious family, and have achieved countless military exploits at a young age. Even if your martial arts skills are not high, you are clever and resourceful, able to toy with even experts like Tianhe Xueqiong. You have every right to be so proud and arrogant."

Phoenix spoke quietly, and even without deliberately acting coquettish, her voice was still very pleasant, each word flowing into the ear like a musical note.

"But is that enough? Don't you have any regrets? Don't you feel remorse? If you could live your life all over again, would you make any changes? At the very least, I know you regret coming to Skeva City."

"Oh? Why?"

"Because coming here made you feel humiliated, made you feel what you've always wanted to escape. Your family background, your talent, your intelligence—in what way are you inferior to Fang Qingshu? If you hadn't given up back then, why can he be so arrogant in front of you today? Why can he humiliate you? And why can he so easily steal your woman?"

"Shut your dog mouth!"

Even I couldn't believe I was so angry at this moment. I violently jumped out of bed and, without thinking, grabbed Phoenix's neck with both hands.

Perhaps demons feel things differently from humans. Although her face was flushed and she couldn't breathe, Phoenix seemed to be enjoying it, showing an expression of ecstasy.

"Why are you angry? It's just a few words, can it affect you like that?"

"Shut up! Shut up! I'll strangle you!"

"Why bother? I just wanted to give you a chance to change without starting over. Think about it, we'll meet again."

Phoenix said with a smile. My vision slowly blurred. Although the touch in my hands was still real, the faces in my eyes became increasingly unreal. Then… I woke up.

I was still sitting on the bed, nothing around me had changed. Everything that had just happened seemed like a dream, but my hand was firmly gripping someone's neck.

"You… uh, uncle, why are you here? What's with the foam in your mouth? Hey! Hey! Don't die! Help! Someone's about to suffocate!"

It was difficult to explain the whole situation. However, it seemed that Mao Yan'an, who had come to chat with me while I peeled an apple, was being strangled by me in my nightmare. That was my explanation to the outside world.

I treated Phoenix's words as nothing more than a nightmare, banishing them from my mind. Even a slight thought about them brought back unpleasant memories long forgotten.

The war continued, those destined for the limelight continued to dominate the spotlight, while I, useless as I was, continued wasting food in my room, occasionally pondering the contents of erotic magic books and the Blood Nightmare Manual, hoping to find a way to enhance my strength. However, after much thought, I couldn't find a quick, low-risk, and effortless method.

Ah Xue's martial arts skills were at most level two, but combined with her monstrous strength, even level four experts dared not confront her head-on. With Violet's protection, she could also play a role in combat. Although not as good as Neon, she was far stronger than ordinary winged female warriors.

Because of her outstanding performance, she was ardently loved by the entire winged race. When the four disciples from the Palace of Light appeared, surrounded by a large entourage of Winged Clan members, it was truly a beautiful and eye-catching scene.

However, witnessing this sight always filled me with a deep sense of unease. For the past year, Ah Xue had always followed me around, inseparable from me. Now, she seemed to have suddenly distanced herself from me, gone to a world I could never reach, a world she had once inhabited. I felt a profound sense of loneliness in that world.

Especially seeing her look at another man with the same adoring gaze she once held for me, the pent-up frustration in my chest was uncontrollable, no matter how hard I clenched my fists.

As a result, with Ah Xue and I becoming somewhat estranged, Mao Yan'an became the one I spoke to.

Guests are welcome, but in the eyes of the Winged Clan, I had become a neglected presence. Only the clan leader, Katrina, still came regularly to inquire about my well-being, showing the minimum courtesy due to a guest.

On the surface, she seemed to be here to talk to Mao Yan'an, but from the occasional strange look in her eyes, I knew she was here for me. However, I couldn't understand her reason, which only deepened my doubts. I never conveyed the message Sister Dragon Girl had asked me to deliver, and I kept the gemstone bracelet close to my body.

Ah Xue still came to see me every day, but she seemed to be busy with something with Neon, only coming once a day after nightfall, exchanging a few hurried words before leaving. And every time she came, that pretty boy Fang Qingshu was always with her, which infuriated me.

She must have sensed my dissatisfaction, and our conflict erupted after one particular incident.

That day, Ah Xue came back to talk to me, proudly declaring that she would soon become very useful. Curious, I pressed her for details, only to learn that after several days of persistent requests, coupled with Ni Hong's encouragement, Fang Qingshu, who had been hesitant, finally agreed to hold an initiation ceremony for Ah Xue in three days, formally imparting the sacred magic of the Cihang Jingdian to her.

"From now on, I'll be able to help when needed, and I won't be completely helpless,"

Ah Xue said happily. But even a fool could tell that if she were to resume practicing sacred magic, not only would my previous revenge plans be ruined, but worse, there was a more than 90% chance that Tianhe Xueqiong would reappear in the mortal realm. If I survived then, it would be very strange.

For various reasons, I vehemently opposed it, and Ah Xue, refusing to change her mind, had an unprecedentedly heated argument with me, questioning why I was hindering her learning.

I couldn't answer. Although countless reasons to stop her filled my mind, I couldn't bring myself to say them aloud. I could only offer the vague excuse, "You won't understand what Master is doing right now, but it's definitely for your benefit."

The usually innocent and adorable Xue refused to back down this time, unwilling to accept my overly general reason.

The verbal argument yielded no results. In a fit of anger, I impulsively struck her, slapping her hard across the face. Watching her stand there stunned for a moment, clutching the handprint on her face, tears welling in her eyes, she burst into tears and ran out the door, disappearing from sight. My heart clenched.

"You'll regret it if you don't listen to me!"

I shouted at Xue's retreating back, but deep down I knew I was a loser who couldn't control myself, always doing stupid things I shouldn't…

Of course, not everything went so wrong, because Mao Yan'an's intelligence revealed some very important things.

Due to their innate constitution, winged women's reproduction results in the following: if a male infant is born, he inherits the paternal bloodline entirely; if a female infant is born, she is a winged woman. Therefore, there are no men in the winged race. To ensure the continuation of the lineage and prevent the extinction of the winged bloodline, winged women must engage in sexual intercourse with men of other races to conceive.

Humans and elves are ideal mating partners because the chances of producing daughters are relatively high; however, orcs are a poor choice, as the genital size of most of their races is incompatible with that of the winged, causing pain and preventing them from achieving their goal of procreation.

Currently, the winged race is small in number, and in order to grow stronger as soon as possible, the women of the race have quite open views on sexuality. As long as one looks decent and doesn't speak incoherently, it's not difficult to seduce several winged women.

Especially now, in the vast city of Skeva, there are only three men; if one is bold enough, it's practically paradise.

Sure enough, I didn't even need to put any aphrodisiacs or sedatives in the cup. Just a few nonsensical chatter were enough to seduce Huang Ying, one of the two winged female warriors who was originally responsible for receiving and protecting me.

One rather troublesome thing about having sex with a winged woman who couldn't fold her wings was that we couldn't use the traditional position. Those snow-white wings behind her were a highly sensitive area where nerves converged; even a heavy press on them felt like a kick to my groin.

Since it was consensual, it felt safe. Perhaps because I hadn't ejaculated for a while, my thrusts were particularly vigorous and powerful. In no time, I had exhausted Huang Ying. After one orgasm, she still didn't want to stop, allowing me to focus on ravaging the female body straddling me.

"Ah... Coach Lan, you... you really are a good coach, thrust a little deeper... um..."

Without any unnecessary restraint or affectation, I once again witnessed the passionate unrestraint of the Southern Barbarian women.

For someone accustomed to stunning beauties, Huang Ying's appearance was only above average, but her youthful and healthy body was the strongest female allure. The proud, tall figure and long, beautiful legs of the Feathered Clan women left a deep impression on me when Huang Ying wrapped her legs around my back, urging me to thrust forward.

In the fiery tide of desire, Huang Ying kissed my cheek, emitting a series of beautiful, song-like moans. Her skin was as translucent as jade, and her two round breasts swayed with my thrusting movements, exceptionally tempting.

Two purplish-red grapes atop her breasts, their vibrant color making one's mouth water; the fragrance of a young woman, mixed with the sweat from intense intercourse, exuded a decadent and succulent aroma that made me unable to resist burying my face between them, licking away the beads of sweat from her areolas, and playing with these firm and perky breasts.

"So beautiful, Huang Ying. Every time I see you strutting around the door in your breastplate, I know you have a pair of beautiful breasts."

"Hehe, you're kidding me, right? Compared to your apprentice... that Miss Xue, our size is nothing... Hmm, a little harder, please..."

"That's why I said beautiful. What's the use of big breasts? It's not like I'm going to squeeze you. What's important is the shape of the breasts. Firm and perky like yours is the most satisfying to squeeze."

My chest was pressed against Huang Ying's soft breasts, my mouth sucking on her plump red lips, my nose inhaling her erotic scent, and my lower body thrusting rapidly, pulling back to her vaginal opening. As she eagerly brought her snowy buttocks forward, I thrust upwards again, penetrating deep into her nectar-drenched vulva.

"Hehe, you're so good with words. I wish all human men were like you..."

Two sweat-drenched bodies rubbed against each other, her two plump, soft breasts rising and falling rapidly, hitting my chest, a feeling that was incredibly exciting.

"W-why do you say that? Have you met other bad men?"

Huang Ying's slender waist arched upwards, like a white fish twisting its waist and swaying its hips, so graceful. Whether it was the visual stimulation or the elasticity of her round buttocks pressing against my thighs, I couldn't control myself, and I was about to ejaculate my pent-up semen inside her.

"Yes...yes, it's Fang Qingshu, Young Master Fang. He's the best seed-seeking lover, but no matter how much the sisters try to win him over, he ignores them all. It's infuriating! If it weren't for that, how could I have gotten..." I

was already at the peak of pleasure, but for some reason, the moment I heard these words, I suddenly felt a surge of anger, unable to control myself. I lifted Huang Ying's beautiful buttocks with both hands, stood up, and flipped her over, causing her to fall to the ground with a thud.

"Ouch!"

A surge of heat between her legs, and the pent-up desire erupted at that moment, thick, white semen spraying all over Huang Ying's face, completely defiling her beautiful nose and red lips.

The sacred act of mating had failed, and her sexual climax had been maliciously ruined. Huang Ying was stunned for a moment, then cried out in anger.

After that, until I chased her out the door, she slapped me twice and kicked me three times. Although I didn't retaliate, pushing her naked out the door first, and then throwing her clothes out amidst her screams, felt like I'd gotten my money's worth.

I never thought that even making love would turn out so unpleasantly. My mood was really bad, and after this incident, my image here would probably be ruined, but it didn't matter. Since someone else had already played the gentleman, why shouldn't I play the villain?

Frustrated, I pulled back the covers and went to sleep. In my dream, some images that I would rather see ghosts kept swirling before my eyes.

First, there was my twisted father. He was still sitting at that desk, his unkempt beard covering his face, his hands clasped in front of him obscuring his expression, but his chillingly sharp gaze pierced through his sunglasses.

"I won't practice. Even if I did, I could never find happiness. If in the end I'd just end up like you, I'd rather be a useless bum for life."

"Then you can go back. The only reason I called you here was to give you this. If you don't want to practice, there's no need for you to stay."

His calm, emotionless voice was chilling. I don't know how others viewed him, but in my opinion, he lacked every single quality of a father.

This was a hateful memory I didn't want to recall, and just as I finally managed to suppress the unpleasantness of facing my freak father, another image appeared before my eyes.

Fang Qingshu and A Xue walked side-by-side on the green grass. Their appearances and demeanors seemed so perfectly matched, like a match made in heaven.

I was furious and rushed forward, but the distance only grew further. I couldn't even throw stones at them, and could only watch helplessly as Fang Qingshu gently lifted A Xue's delicate chin and kissed her, while she wore an expression of utter blissful ecstasy.

In an instant, my heart ached as if it were being torn to pieces…

I woke up from the nightmare and saw myself in the mirror opposite me. My hair was disheveled, my eyes were bloodshot, and I looked like a pathetic, defeated dog—I didn't recognize myself at all.

Everything in the dream was chillingly clear. I knew that something in my heart… something about Ah Xue, was starting to change.

I couldn't think about it, and I dared not think about it too deeply. I remembered that the day Fang Qingshu was to formally teach Ah Xue holy magic was tomorrow. If I didn't want the dream to come true, I only had one path left.

“Phoenix! Come out here. I've done this deal. Let me see just how capable you really are…”

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