Alibuda Chronicles Part 1: Volume 3, Chapter 7

Chapter Seven: The Eccentrics of Yan'an

Fourteen days after entering the rainforest, we left the forest and officially entered the Youli region.

Even so, as far as the eye could see, it was still a landscape of mountains and forests. After all, the entire Youli Basin was surrounded by towering mountains and forests; leaving the forest was merely the beginning of encountering towns and cities.

The fierce and warlike nature of the Southern Barbarians was fully confirmed after I entered Youli. On the main streets, it was common for an orc to shout "Waaah!" and leap out, blocking another orc's path, and then the two would engage in combat. One would unleash a tiger's claw, the other a leopard's fist, and

in a few moments, blood would splatter everywhere. This scene played out repeatedly on the streets, and the passersby seemed to have become accustomed to it, finding it unsurprising, and skillfully making way for the fighters. However, although the fighting was fierce, it didn't result in any deaths. This was mainly because the orcs had thick hides and didn't kill after the outcome was decided. Strangely, even if they knew they were going to lose, the loser would persist until the very last moment and would never run away.

These strange customs of the southern barbarians were truly perplexing to me. After arriving in the town, we asked everyone we met for directions to Skeva Song Tower City, but all we got were strange stares.

Having spent a year in the southern barbarians, I had learned about 60-70% of their language. Ah Xue, being clever and quick-witted, spoke it fluently without a trace of accent. In the past, I had successfully bargained countless times in the market using this skill, which should have been an advantage in getting along with the locals. However, after Ah Xue uttered only a few words, they immediately recognized us as outsiders, and the locals ignored our questions.

I had some gems and gold jewelry on me that could fetch a good price, intending to sell them here and exchange them for common currency. However, given the current situation, rashly displaying valuable goods might only attract the attention of the orcs and cause trouble.

To be on the safe side, Ah Xue and I both changed into cloaks to conceal our faces, hoping to avoid too much trouble. However, the orcs' noses weren't just there for show; my human scent attracted their attention as soon as it appeared. As we walked down the street, a large group of orcs soon followed behind us.

If they were half-orcs, they would be somewhat more presentable, because although they had more fur and tails or animal ears, at least their faces still looked human. But if they were pure-blooded orcs, they looked like enormous, bipedal beasts. While they weren't exactly aesthetically pleasing, everyone could sense their lethality.

"Master...Master, what should we do? It seems like there are a lot of people following us."

"Don't make a sound. As long as you don't make a sound, they won't notice."

Of course, this was impossible. At least the dozens of tiger-men and leopard-men following me clearly didn't believe it. Judging from their fierce eyes and the way they gripped their clubs and hammers, I knew things were bad and they were about to attack. Realizing this, I couldn't help but regret why I had been so greedy and hadn't prepared some auxiliary magic scrolls on me beforehand.

Although we were on the street, the two of us outsiders had no chance of getting any protection. After thinking it over, I couldn't come up with a solution. I winked at Xue, and we decided to strike first. Violet would go first, using fire and electricity to drive back the orcs, while Xue would act as the second line of defense to prevent them from getting closer. This way, focusing solely on combat, dealing with these disorganized orcs shouldn't be a problem.

To my surprise, perhaps because I was too focused on exchanging signals, I didn't notice someone suddenly approaching from directly in front of me. By the time I realized it, a heavy punch had already landed on my face.

"You filthy bastard, you shameless scoundrel! Of all the people you could seduce, you dared to seduce my wife! Get the hell out of here!"

My nose was bleeding profusely, and I almost broke my nose. I was in excruciating pain, but my mind was still blank. Why was I being beaten up for no reason? This was my first time in Youli, and I shouldn't have had any grudges with the locals. As for getting involved with someone's wife, that hadn't happened since I left Nalivia.

The beastmen who were about to attack were stunned by this sudden incident. After hearing that there was another dispute, they all retreated, making room for a fight, their expressions somewhat strange.

"You've got it wrong, I...I didn't..."

"Damn it, shut up! The other day when I came home, I saw a man and my wife rolling around naked on the bed. Just by looking at that horrifying size and practiced movements, I knew it had to be you, you bitch."

Another punch landed squarely on my stomach. It wasn't very hard, but the angle was tricky, and it sent me sprawling to the ground in pain.

If it were retribution, I could let it go, but being beaten like this without any warning, without even seeing who was hitting me, was truly unjust.

"C-Calm down..."

If it were just being beaten, that would be better, but I vaguely saw that the man seemed to have pulled out a dagger, its blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

"If you were just seducing my wife, that would be one thing..."

"Well, that's what I mean. It's not a big deal if your wife gets slept with by someone else. It just means your wife is pretty..."

"But why did you, you bastard, even go after my two sisters? The other day when I came home, I saw a man and my two sisters rolling around naked on the bed. Just by looking at that horrifying size and his practiced movements, I knew it had to be you, you slut."

"Huh? What? Your sisters? I... I don't think I ever..."

"Never my ass!"

No knife was used, but the series of kicks were still quite painful. Ah Xue was probably too scared to help, but the strangest thing was that I heard the group of beastmen watching exclaim in unison, as if they had heard something extraordinary.

"If you only seduced my two sisters, that would be somewhat understandable..."

"Yes, let's talk this out, no need to fight, we... Ouch!"

"But why did you, you beast, even sleep with my mother? The other day when I came home, I saw a man and my mother rolling around naked on the bed. Just looking at that terrifying size and skillful movements, I knew it had to be you, you slut."

"Hey, this is really too much, I..."

"I'll scare you, my mother!"

This time I heard it clearly. Regardless of whether they were tiger-men or leopard-men, the group of beastmen watching all screamed "Wow!" as if they had heard something terrifying, and they scattered in a flash, disappearing from sight in a few moments.

Strangely, after the beastmen dispersed, the man who had angrily accused me of sleeping with all the women in his family stopped beating me. Instead, he pulled me up from the ground. Face to face with him at close range, I was greatly surprised, because this person was not only human, but also a human I had seen before.

With a headscarf wrapped around his head, dressed in the colorful clothes typical of the southern barbarian regions, a curved sword at his waist, and a pile of painting supplies on his back, and two rather intellectual-looking mustaches that curled arrogantly, this man was none other than Mao Yan'an, the traveling painter whom Ah Xue and I had met in the Suva Tartar Palace.

Thanks to his arson, Ah Xue and I escaped the palace, but we couldn't find him afterwards. Unexpectedly, we'd run into each other again in Youli, and in such a strange way.

"Oh dear, what good luck! A few words and some punches were enough to drive these beastmen away. I was worried about having to use knives."

Mao Yan'an flicked the dagger in his hand; the blade could be retracted into the hilt, and red liquid flowed from within it—a remarkably realistic prop. If he were to stab me with this dagger, unless you saw it up close, everyone would think he had killed me.

"Go to hell! Why did you hit me for no reason?"

"I hit you to save you. Are my fists heavier than those orcs'? If they had hit you, you'd be a mangled corpse by now, not just dead."

He wasn't wrong, but perhaps because he was a scholar, his strength wasn't great, and the blows didn't hurt much. However, being beaten up for no reason still made me very unhappy. I grabbed his collar and questioned him.

"Go to hell! Why did all those orcs run away after you hit me? What makes that sense? Tell me honestly."

"There is a reason, of course, but it's not just about fists, it's about words."

Mao Yan'an said in a low voice, "Friend, do you know what gods the orcs of the Southern Barbarians worship the most?"

"Well... Zoroastrianism, I guess."

Having spent a year in the Southern Barbarians, I had heard about it to some extent. After a long period of religious wars and a series of mergers and assimilations, the religions on Earth are still basically dominated by the Temple of Light and the Temple of Darkness. Whether elves or humans, they all worship these two temples according to their own sense of good and evil, especially mages who frequently interact with deities.

However, the Southern Barbarian region is a place that neither of these two powers can easily penetrate. Beasts are naturally afraid of fire, and orcs are no exception. It's unclear when, but a religion worshipping a fire god formed in the Southern Barbarians, rapidly expanding its influence and becoming the Fire Worship Cult. Its followers transcend races and exist among the various tribes of the Southern Barbarians, making it the leading power in the region.

"Hmm, you're right, but did you know that besides the fire god, the orcs also worship another god?"

"Oh? What god is so great? Has the Temple of Light opened a branch here?"

"The Giant Sun God!"

"..."

The three people and the leopard left the street and found a small shop to sit down. Under Mao Yan'an's explanation, we finally understood that the Southern Barbarians, besides their reverence for fire, also worshipped the enormous phallus. This isn't surprising; even in human tribes during primitive times, many held an unspoken reverence for the phallus, a symbol of male dignity, as evidenced by various phallic totems found in folklore studies.

Moreover, some customs in Youli were utterly astonishing to us outsiders. For the various barbarian tribes, having one's wife or concubine commit adultery, causing one's fur to turn green—a natural cuckoldry—was an indelible shame. Conversely, seducing another's wife or female relatives through non-violent means was far more honorable than defeating them militarily, earning the high respect of the entire tribe.

This explains why, after Mao Yan'an rambled on about all that, all the barbarian tribes scattered in terror.

“You’re just a human, and in terms of size… you should be far smaller than the beastmen, but you not only manage to seduce other men’s wives, you even take their younger sisters and mothers to bed with you! How could those beastmen not bow down to you? I’d say they not only think you’re a messenger of the Giant Sun God, but they might even think you’re possessed by the Giant Sun God!”

Mao Yan’an said, glancing at my crotch before bursting into laughter.

Unable to imagine what it would be like to be possessed by such a bizarre deity, I remained silent. I hadn’t noticed before, but now, looking closely, I realized he was indeed a very charming middle-aged man. Not only was he handsome, but after changing into the colorful clothes popular here, he appeared even more radiant, exuding a youthful energy. Even while talking to us, he kept giving a thumbs-up, measuring the figures of passersby on the street, and quickly sketching them in a small notebook.

When he spoke, his words were witty, especially his two small, upturned mustaches, which, combined with his demeanor, gave him an artistic air of a decadent painter. A middle-aged man like this, even penniless, could often win the favor of women in brothels. In my opinion, he was definitely the kind of cunning character who played dumb to deceive others.

"Possessed by the Giant Sun God? I wouldn't be happy with you saying that. That kind of thing is about technique. Just talking about penis size is what a brute does. I…"

Before I could finish, he slapped me hard on the shoulder.

"You were secretly pleased, weren't you? A man who isn't a bit of a playboy in his youth is wasting his life. Admiral Farrell is young and handsome, no need to be so polite…"

I glared at Ah Xue, annoyed. It was that silly girl again, spoiling my identity to others. Otherwise, I had changed my name as soon as I entered Youli, so how would this guy know my name?

"Don't be so stingy. My favorite thing is making friends. I hope to befriend heroes from all walks of life, let alone an outstanding figure like the Admiral."

Ah Wu had also said that his hobby was making friends, but none of the friends he made ended up well. It's better to have fewer friends like that; it'll prolong my life. After reiterating my current alias "Blue Eagle," I decided to take Ah Xue away.

"How can you be so heartless? I think I can still help you in some way,"

Mao Yan'an laughed. "How about hiring me? Over the years, I've traveled back and forth to Youli dozens of times for location scouting for my paintings. I even know some of the lesser paths that the beastmen don't know about. I'm the perfect guide. It's very difficult to find a human guide in Youli. Besides me, I guarantee you won't find another one within a hundred miles."

"Oh? Why? Did you kill them all?"

"Uh... that's not what I meant."

Actually, even without him saying it, I knew that the situation in Youli was worse than expected. Ah Xue and I were unfamiliar with the area, and without a guide, we would be like headless flies. There weren't many humans in Youli to begin with, and even fewer would be willing to guide us. The matter of Sister Longnu couldn't be delayed, and in such a hurry, finding a guide was probably only possible with this person in front of us.

However, I still couldn't fully trust Mao Yan'an. His arrival was too strange. It was because of his recommendation that we got involved in the Suva Tartar incident; and he even knew about the secret chamber where Violet was imprisoned; now he's suddenly followed our footsteps to Youli. I really didn't believe these things were just coincidences.

"Don't think too much about it. Given time, you'll realize I have no ill intentions."

Seemingly sensing my concerns, Mao Yan'an smiled and said, "Besides, the city of Skeva, which you're going to, is about to become a battlefield. Even orcs wouldn't dare take you there."

"Wait... how did you know we were going to..."

"It would be hard for me not to know. Why did you come here and immediately start asking around? Why do you think those orcs are following you?"

Seeing his strange smile, I knew something was amiss. This was understandable; the task Sister Dragon Girl entrusted to me was definitely not just delivering a message. If there weren't some difficulties, how could it be considered a test?

Under our coercion, Mao Yan'an explained the predicament we would face.

"It all started more than ten years ago in the Southern Barbarian lands. At that time, the most powerful force in the Southern Barbarians was the Feathered Clan, led by the Phoenix Clan. They revered the Phoenix Celestial Maiden as their leader and united various tribes, bringing the Southern Barbarians a period of great wealth and prosperity. Back then..."

The so-called Feathered Clan were winged beastmen. Not just anyone with wings counted; it was specifically defined as those with feathered wings. Bat wings like the Evil Lotus, or transparent wings like those of the Fairy Clan, did not qualify as Feathered Clan. And if my memory serves me right, all Feathered Clan members should be female. When they mated with other beastmen and gave birth to offspring, if the child was male, he inherited the bloodline of his father's clan; if it was female, she, like her mother, was also a member of the Feathered Clan.

As for the Phoenix Celestial Maiden, she was one of the four great celestial maidens of the time, the Spring Breeze (Phoenix) Celestial Maiden.

Her unparalleled beauty was beyond question. I seemed to recall Mao Yan'an mentioning her before; she had disappeared, her whereabouts unknown, but I didn't know what had happened. "The Feather Clan's power was once extremely strong, but they were very peace-loving. Under their rule, the Southern Barbarians..."

"Alright, let's skip all the official rhetoric! Powerful and peace-loving? Only a three-year-old would believe that. It would be strange if they didn't burn, kill, and plunder. It would be laughable if such a powerful force loved peace."

Mao Yan'an got to the point, briefly describing the Feather Clan's former glory, especially the magnificent island floating in the sky where the Feather Clan's headquarters and the Phoenix Celestial Maiden resided—a glorious sight still talked about to this day. However, the Feather Clan's rule was short-lived. No one knows what happened, but one day, after a sudden and shocking change, the entire Phoenix Island vanished without a trace.

According to those who remember the event, that noon was the exact time of the solar eclipse. The sky was clear and cloudless when the total eclipse began, and the entire sky darkened, which was considered normal. However, a large patch of dark clouds appeared out of nowhere, covering the sky and obscuring the entire heavens. When the total eclipse ended at noon, the sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone back on the earth. The dark clouds disappeared without a trace, but Phoenix Island, which had been floating in the air, also vanished and was never seen again.

"That was nineteen years ago. Along with the Phoenix Celestial Maiden, all the Feather Clan experts on the island vanished. For nineteen years, this has been the greatest mystery of the Southern Barbarians, with countless people investigating, wanting to know where they went."

"Is there even a need to say? The conspiracy is so obvious, of course they were all wiped out."

"This idea has gained considerable support. However, at that time, the Feather Clan was incredibly powerful, invincible throughout the Southern Barbarians. Not only could no tribe stand against them, but even if all the tribes united, they wouldn't be a match for the Feather Clan. Not to mention the Phoenix Celestial Maiden, who could control twelve beast demons, was the strongest expert in the Southern Barbarians. No other tribe could possibly have the power to breach Phoenix Island."

"I see? Actually, I have a question. Brother Mao, you just said that was nineteen years ago, right?"

"Yes, is there a problem?"

I frowned. "Even if she's beautiful, why is a woman who's been missing for nineteen years still listed among the top ten beauties of today?"

Seemingly surprised by my focus, Mao Yan'an chuckled awkwardly. "Uh… it seems the top ten beauties were chosen by idle people from various countries on the continent. The Southern Barbarians are remote, and the events took place in Youli, so information travels slowly, and outsiders seem confused." "

And what does this have to do with our destination?"

Mao Yan'an continued to explain. Since Phoenix Island disappeared, the various beast tribes of the Southern Barbarians have been trying to counterattack and rebuild their power. The Feathered Tribe, however, has been plagued by internal strife due to the loss of its leader. Without the protection of the Phoenix Goddess, their status and strength have plummeted. After numerous wars, the four major beast tribes—snake, leopard, bear, and tiger—have gained control of the Southern Barbarians, and the Feathered Tribe has declined.

Now, finding the Feathered Tribe in the Southern Barbarians is no longer easy. They often hide in the deep mountains and dare not easily appear in front of people, because the major beast tribes will never allow the winged tribe to rebuild its power and re-establish the glory of many years ago. The beauty of the winged people has also become their original sin. The nobles of the major beast tribes take pride in collecting the concubines and female slaves of the winged people.

"So, so pitiful..."

Hearing this, Ah Xue, who had been hugging Violet, had tears welling up in her eyes, genuinely saddened by what she had heard. "Isn't this too unfair to the Feathered People?"

"...Yes, it's truly heartbreaking for us outsiders. Because of these reasons, the Feathered People, who once soared high in the clouds, are now no longer tolerated by the Southern Barbarians. If it were still the Feathered People's rule, it would be easier for other races to move around in the Southern Barbarians, unlike now, when it's so dangerous."

"I don't find it strange at all. Women who dare to ride on men's heads are destined for a bad end. If things were reversed today, I would really be worried. But, what does all that have to do with us... Hmm? Could it be..."

"Smart, the Skeva Song Tower City you're going to is currently the last stronghold of the Feathered People's remnants. The four major Southern Barbarian tribes have always had a very negative view of that place..."

When Phoenix Island disappeared, a considerable number of Feathered People were not on the island and thus escaped the calamity. Later, due to war and other factors, the Feathered People were almost wiped out. At this time, some remnants of the Feathered Clan built fortified cities deep in the mountains, settling down and letting the remaining Feathered Clan members of the Southern Barbarians know that there was still a place where they could find refuge and unity.

The person my Dragon Girl sister entrusted me to deliver a message to, the female general named Katrina, is the current city lord of Skeva City and one of its founders. According to Mao Yan'an, although she may not be among the top ten beauties, she is still a renowned beauty in the Southern Barbarian region.

For the Feathered Clan, the establishment of Skeva City is like a beacon in the endless darkness, but for the four major clans of Snake, Tiger, Leopard, and Bear, this is not a good thing. In particular, if the Feathered Clan were to produce another peerless sorcerer like the Phoenix Celestial Maiden, and regain its strength, restoring the peace and prosperity of Phoenix Island, it would be the beginning of their downfall. The Feathered Clan, who have suffered so much bullying during this period, will never easily forget these grudges.

Even if the Feathered Clan were willing to abandon their grudges and live peacefully in seclusion in the mountains, refraining from disrupting the current balance of power in the Southern Barbarians, the various Beast Clans would not accept it. The feeling of having someone they could previously humiliate and abuse suddenly become a powerful and threatening enemy is truly unpleasant, a feeling I can fully understand.

Therefore, since the establishment of the city, the Southern Barbarian Beast Clan, led by the four main clans, has constantly used various pretexts to make things difficult for the Feathered Clan, demanding they disband their bases. Only after negotiations broke down did they engage in dozens of battles, large and small. The combined power of the various beastmen was naturally formidable, but firstly, Skeva's Tower City was located deep in the mountains, and its construction was aided by a master of divination. Various mechanisms and magical barriers provided the city with an impregnable defensive network. Secondly, the remnants of the Winged Clan understood the importance of self-reliance, diligently training and studying divination within the city, making them a force to be reckoned with. Knowing they had no way out, they fought with unparalleled ferocity, as if their lives depended on it.

Each beastman harbored their own ulterior motives, hoping the other clans and the Winged Clan would fight to the death so they could profit. Therefore, whenever one clan attacked the Winged Clan, the other beastmen not only failed to help but often took advantage of the stalemate, attacking the clan whose defenses were weakened by the attack, forcing the expeditionary force to retreat hastily. Because of these factors, the Skeva City Tower has withstood the test of war and still stands firm in Youli.

"It's been relatively peaceful over there recently. We haven't heard of any attacks from the four major clans. If we head there now, the sooner we get there, the sooner we can leave. Otherwise, it'll be much more difficult to get there once the war resumes,"

Mao Yan'an laughed. "That's true, but the Zoroastrian Church once imposed a blockade on Skeva City Tower. Ordinary people wouldn't dare to get involved with them. Forget finding a guide, you can't even find a map."

Even though I was reluctant, I had to admit he was right. Without this painter familiar with the geography of the Southern Barbarians as a guide, Ah Xue and I wouldn't be able to find Skeva City Tower.

"You said Skeva City Tower is located deep in the mountains. Do you know its exact location?"

"That's no problem. I'm a traveling painter. Besides sketching, I also make a living by drawing maps. I know the geography of every place by heart. Hiring me won't be a problem."

"How much do you want? Our budget isn't much."

"I don't want a single penny."

Surprisingly generous, Mao Yan'an refused monetary payment, smiling and saying, "I'm someone who pursues the ultimate in beauty. Miss Xue's beauty and charm are one of my goals. As long as I have time during my journey to paint her portrait, I'll be content... Of course, the kind without the mask."

No problem. He'd already seen Xue's true face on the last trip, and if anything seemed amiss, he'd already noticed. There was no need for special precautions now. Eleven out of ten artists are madmen, and since I'd encountered such a generous fool, I naturally wouldn't refuse. I nodded and finalized the employment agreement.

"Also, I occasionally write poems and manuscripts, intending to publish them as a book later. If you have time, Admiral, please tell me about your glorious achievements to give me some inspiration. Maybe I can help you write your memoirs someday."

Would I be foolish enough to tell you the truth? If I were to write a memoir truthfully, the military would definitely arrest me immediately.

"By the way, there's something I want to know before we set off."

I frowned and whispered, "Everyone here speaks the Southern Barbarian language, so why are they so friendly to you when you talk to them? Ah Xue and I only exchanged a few words, and we almost got beaten up in the street!"

This is important. If I don't want to be surrounded and beaten by orcs every day on the streets, I at least need to learn the local dialect and know how to get accepted by the Youli people. I just saw Mao Yan'an walk along, and all the orcs on the road greeted him. He's obviously very popular here. I want to find out what the secret is.

"Oh, that's simple. It's because you don't speak the language of the strong."

Mao Yan'an said, "The Southern Barbarians are a place that highly values martial arts and worships the strong among warriors. Their language has also changed accordingly. You speak the basic language, but when you come to Youli, you can't do without learning the local dialect variations."

His words left us completely confused. Just as we were about to ask, an example was given. Mao Yan'an pointed outside, and a bear-man shouted "Waaah!" and jumped to the side of the street, blocking the path of a tiger-man. Instead of challenging him to a hand-to-hand combat, he started haggling over the price of the meat at the stall.

"You cowardly scoundrel! You dare sell this rotten pork for such a high price? Today I'll make you fall flat on your face under my righteous iron fist!"

It was a common duel provocation, but I happened to ask the guide beside me about the proper terminology.

"I've wanted to ask this for a long time, what does 'fall flat on your face' mean..."

"Falling on the roadside, simply put, means dying on the roadside with no one to collect the body. In ordinary circumstances, it's a very vicious curse, but in the language of the strong in the Southern Barbarians, it has great significance. Like 'useless,' 'shut up,' 'bomb,' and 'not good enough,' it's a key word in the language of the strong. If you don't learn it, it's easy for the locals to recognize you."

"Useless? Not good enough?"

While Ah Xue and I were still puzzled by the new words, the two beastmen on the street had already started fighting.

It's unbelievable that, besides hand-to-hand combat, the orcs are so fierce when haggling over prices, spitting as they push for lower prices, interspersed with incomprehensible sentences.

"I will definitely kill you today! Give me this biggest piece of pork at a bargain price!"

"Hahaha, child's play, do you think I'd be soft-hearted? You don't even know what I'm capable of. Kill me!"

"You useless piece of trash, you want to defeat me? You're far from qualified! Defeat me!"

"Wow, that's impressive!"

The barrage of dialogue left Ah Xue and me dumbfounded. Although we understood every word, it all seemed utterly nonsensical, especially watching the two orcs gesticulating wildly, waving the pork in their hands, criticizing each other while shouting like duels between powerful warriors—it all felt incredibly strange.

"Trying to kill me? I can't stand you even if I have to endure this! You shouldn't have messed with me, even if you've provoked dragons and tigers!"

"You bastard, if you oppose me, you will die a horrible death today, the most horrible, the most horrible ever!"

The strange grammar sent chills down our spines. Mao Yan'an explained, "Beastmen are incredibly powerful, so they especially worship strength, particularly those with unparalleled martial arts like the Venerable of Ten Thousand Beasts. Over the years, every duel between powerful figures outside has been compiled into reports and sent back to the Southern Barbarians. Even the battle quotes are recorded clearly, so that the worshippers can recite them by heart. Over time, it has become a characteristic of the local dialect, known as the language of the strong. Outsiders are unfamiliar with it and will mispronounce it after a few sentences."

Just as he said, in an instant, the battle over there had reached a fever pitch. The two beastmen were shouting and yelling, fighting over the price of pork for a few copper coins. If this were a duel between powerful figures, it would probably be a life-or-death struggle.

"If you want to fight, then fight! Today I will prove that you are destined to be inferior to me your whole life. This is the fate that Heaven has given you!"

"Shut up! The strong grow stronger with each challenge. Today I will defy Heaven!"

"Gah! Gah! Gah!"

"Gah! Gah! Gah!"

Ignoring our astonishment as outsiders, the duel between the two orc warriors had entered a world completely beyond our comprehension. They began to bend their arms like gorillas, shaking their chest muscles, using onomatopoeia in their final duel.

"Hey! Who talks like that? Aren't they going crazy?"

"You're wrong to say that. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. This is their tradition."

Grabbing the guide's collar, I shouted, "Tradition? Is what they're saying even human language?"

"Well, they... they're orcs."

Money can't buy everything, but it can buy me.

Violence can't solve all problems, but it can solve you.

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