Warrior's Sacrifice

At the campsite by the stream, a campfire burned slowly, with a dark-skinned little girl occasionally adding firewood to keep it burning.

A young man and a bearded dwarf, their limbs bent in unnatural positions and bound together with thick thorns, lay unconscious on the ground beside the fire.

"Wow! Not that strong, but their equipment is pretty good!" An Orc rummaged through a pile of luggage, weapons belonging to the hero's team members laid out beside him. "Tsk tsk tsk... Miss busty priest, look at what your companions have brought! Weapons and grooming tools, and look at yourself, your bag is full of underwear!" I inspected a bag I had looted; it was stuffed full of various sexy lingerie, including bras and panties made of lace or adorned with pearls that looked extremely expensive.

"Wow! This is so thin and transparent! Why is there a heart-shaped hole in the front? And these bras are almost big enough to cover my head. Why is a priest who worships a goddess wearing so many sexy lingerie? Doesn't the Goddess of Light care whether her priests are pure?" "But I don't think you're suitable for wearing such transparent sexy panties! Look at your thick golden pubic hair. When I put my hand on it, it feels like I'm stroking a brush. Wearing such transparent ones looks very strange. And the hair is so long that it's growing out of the panties. Hehe." I reached out and smoothed the thick pubic hair under the priest's crotch. She was naked and hanging in the air by vines, her legs were forcibly spread apart. Her cheongsam-like outer garment and panties had already been torn off so I could have some fun. From my angle, the priest's vulva and anus were clearly visible, and I could even see her butt hair.

"Dressed so provocatively, yet you're still a virgin. So, who are you dressing up for? The bearded one or the redhead? What a waste! Such a beautiful woman standing there and you didn't even make a move... Are they impotent? Or are they actually a couple?" "Oh! I noticed! You suddenly paused when I mentioned the redhead... Hmph, so you like him." "Waaah... Waaah... Waaah..." When the redhead was mentioned, the priest, who had been unmoved, suddenly tried to say something, but his mouth was bound, and he could only make incoherent sounds.

"Oh... I see... You want to give your virginity to him?" I lowered her and leaned in to listen, nodding as if I understood. "Yes... Yes, I'm a good master, so I've decided to help you fulfill this wish!" I went over and separated the dwarf and the redhead, pulled the hero back, and pulled down his pants to reveal his little hero.

The priest looked at my actions with intense confusion and a hint of excitement, constantly glancing at the hero's crotch.

"Speaking of which, look at this weapon the hero often uses," I suddenly said, picking up the longsword the hero had used in our fight while the priest was lost in thought. "The hilt is so smooth and easy to grip; it looks like it's been used and maintained frequently. The hero must cherish this weapon." Item Name: Hero's Blade (Mass Production) Rank: Rare Function: A weapon specially made by the Kingdom of Shasha. With specific techniques, it can transform into different shapes. The word "Hero" is engraved on the blade. The priest, watching the disgusting orc playing with the hero's weapon and muttering to himself, had a bad feeling.

"As the saying goes, a warrior's weapon is like the warrior's own body, right?" I threw the sword back to the ground.

"Waaah...no...waaah...uh...uh..." The priest seemed to know what I was about to do, struggling even more fiercely, but to no avail.

I reached out and pulled, and a thin rope woven from metal wire appeared in my hand, the other end of which was connected to the collar around the priest's neck.

"Raja reminded me before, so I just looked at the included instructions and realized that the collar isn't just for restraint and punishment; this level of collar, when paired with bracelets and anklets, can also control movement to a certain extent!" I placed the priest next to the hero and loosened the thorns. Rose, who had tried to escape, suddenly became uncontrollable and froze in place. I flipped through the instructions and made gestures, and a control panel appeared before my eyes.

The website address displayed various poses and options such as time and number of uses, and even allowed for editing, but it was too complicated to understand... Fortunately, the pose I wanted could be used directly.

"I'm really too soft-hearted. I can even think of a slave like that. Do you want to give him your first time before he dies?" "Waaaaah... Waaaaah... Squeak..." "So touched? Don't worry about me. It's okay. I don't care about first time. Although I don't like things that others have used. So just enjoy his little hero sending him off on his final journey." "Then let me wake up the male protagonist first." I said with a wicked grin and set the command. "No need to thank me too much. Just be my female animal in the future!" I picked up the water bottle and poured it on the hero's face. He slowly woke up under the stimulation of the cold water. He tried to open his eyes, but everything was blurry. He felt uncomfortable all over. His bones felt like they were falling apart and he was in unbearable pain. He tried to get up but found that his limbs were in pain and he couldn't control them.

"This...that...ouch...what happened...Rose...Uncle!" The hero uttered with difficulty after waking up, trying to find his teammates. "Where...are you?...I remember I was fighting...a ferocious monster..." "My sword! My sword...it hurts so much...ahhh...what happened...my hand? This...is this Rose...is it you? I must be dreaming! Rose couldn't possibly be naked in front of me..." The hero struggled to lift his head slightly. Before him was his most trusted teammate, the most beautiful flower in the team, a priest who graduated with outstanding grades in the 43rd class from Minghu Town, a town affiliated with Vayne City in the territory of the Goddess of Light Sect of the Kingdom of Shasha. She

treated everyone equally, and when she heard that he had been selected as the hero this year, she abandoned her comfortable priest life without hesitation to join the team and accompany him through thick and thin.

Rose's teammate, usually so elegant and always impeccably dressed in her priest's robes, was now standing naked before her, legs spread wide. Rose knelt there, hands behind her head, her breasts, normally tightly bound by her robes, now displayed their impressive size.

(Jack...no...don't look at me...) Rose saw Jack awaken after being splashed with water and didn't want him to see her in this shameful state.

"Rose, what are you doing? What's going on...? Where's Uncle Ironforge...?" "Ironforge? Oh, that dwarf! I left him resting by the fire. After all, you're my precious sacrifices, hehe." "Y-you-you... who are you! Show yourself!" "I'm right behind you! We just had a fight, didn't we? Have you forgotten me so quickly?" "You're that monster! Damn Ork, what did you do to us!?" "I just drugged you... and subdued you one by one while you were in disarray. Don't worry, you're precious sacrifices to help me with my coming-of-age ceremony. I won't let you die before the ceremony." "Demons... you monsters!" "They're all bad news... What did you do to her... Release Rose immediately..." "So her name is Rose? I forgot to ask the slave's name. Thank you for telling me, Mr. Jack the Hero." "I was just trying to be kind and let you have some fun before you die. Look at these lewd breasts. It's such a waste that you two didn't even have sex while you were in a team." I walked behind Rose, reached under her armpits, and cupped her breasts. They were so heavy that I couldn't hold them in one hand. The fat felt like it was going to flow out of my palms. I couldn't help but squeeze them hard. The pain made Rose burst into tears, but she was bound by the collar and couldn't resist.

"This feel... is amazing! I never thought this lewd body belonged to a priest, tsk tsk what a waste! It's okay, I'll savor it properly under my control in the future." "Alright, let's begin the performance, my sexy slave Rose. First... um... turn around first, hmm... that's right, then lean forward a little." I manipulated the collar to make Rose perform the specified actions.

"Let your hero see your shameless cunt, and your lush bushes!" At this moment, Rose's entire buttocks, including her anus and vagina, were exposed to Jack's eyes. She could even feel his increasingly rapid breathing and hot breath blowing on her anus. As she leaned forward slightly, the hero's penis was right in front of her, emitting a strong fishy smell and gradually swelling, thickening, and lengthening... "Haven't you ever seen your partner's chrysanthemum before? Take one last good look! You guys probably don't have a chance to release it usually, do you?" "You... what do you want to do..." The hero said, panting, whether from excitement or anger.

I ignored the hero's question, and just waved the sword in my hand at him. The sword light reflected on his face, making his expression look particularly pale. I mischievously used the tip of the sword to lightly scratch his face.

"Kill me! Don't humiliate me like this!" "Don't talk about humiliating you. People will misunderstand and think I have sexual issues. Besides, I've already said you are precious sacrifices, hehe." "Enjoy it." I gently patted the hero and then turned the sword over.

I wrapped the blade with a piece of cloth, gripped it, and inserted the hilt into Rose's anus. The rounded hilt was roughly thrust in without lubrication, and the intense friction against the intestinal walls caused the woman to cry out. But in the end, the entire hilt was still inside her anus, leaving only the long blade sticking out, making it look like a sword had grown out of her buttocks.

"You pervert... my sword! How could you use my sword like this... to play with her..." "Play with what? Explain yourself!" "You... you... you... you will definitely suffer retribution!" Rose's face was now as red as an apple, her body involuntarily twisting slightly. She knew something had been inserted into her, and this indecent and unorthodox behavior made her want to find a hole to crawl into. Oh God, forgive me for thinking this.

Unfortunately, her body, controlled by orders, could not react. The slightest movement only made her feel the thing inserted into her body more clearly. She felt that her rectum was completely filled. The rough penetration tore the capillaries on the girl's anal wall, and the blood flowed out along the hilt of the sword, gradually dripping onto Jack's face. She could only bite her lip in pain.

I gently withdrew the sword, and more and more blood flowed out. The hero squinted his eyes and closed his mouth to prevent accidentally swallowing it, but while his eyes and mouth could be closed, his nose could not. The red liquid still dripped onto his face and was inhaled into his nose by his rapid breathing.

Blood rushed into his nasal cavity, causing him to ingest some of the girl's blood in his panic.

The scene was filled with the girl's mournful cries, the man's furious roars of helplessness, and the maniacal laughter of the green figure.

I slowly pulled the sword hilt from the ravaged anus, drawing blood once more. The once tightly closed, beautiful anus was now like a broken flower stamen stained with blood.

The girl's painful cries aroused me. Originally, I only intended to toy with them tonight, but now my groin was throbbing, a burning sensation urging me to quickly enter the girl's body.

I had no choice but to yield to my desire, pulling down my pants. My penis, excitedly erect with release, stood erect. I straddled the hero, pressing my penis against the girl's anus. I slowly and deliberately touched the entrance, getting some blood for lubrication; I didn't want to break the skin upon penetration—I wasn't as hard as the sword hilt.

"Ahhh...so tight...ohhh, your anus is amazing, it's gripping my cock so tightly." Feeling it was okay, I thrust inside. The tightness and stickiness almost made me ejaculate. I struggled to overcome the pressure of the grip. "Ohhhh...so good...so tight...ohhhh, baby...can your slutty anus grip anything so tightly? Ohhhh..." I gripped her plump buttocks with both hands, slowly swaying my hips. The two bodies slapped against each other, making a slapping sound. Jack could only see Oak's buttocks swaying above him, raping his teammate.

"Ahhh...no...it's going to split, my...body is going to split...it's not that big anymore...ohhhh...help me..." Rose, after being tortured by the sword hilt, hadn't had a chance to rest before being penetrated again by a huge cock. Her weak body could only kneel, enduring the impact from behind. With each thrust from Oak, her body felt like it was being torn in two.

"Spare me...please...stop...oh...I can't take it anymore...oh...God..." Rose wailed, twisting her head in agony, large tears streaming down her face. She couldn't stop howling, while Oak behind her continued thrusting his penis as if he hadn't heard her, his hands roaming restlessly over her body.

Jack had already fainted from anger shortly after the girl was raped, and under the pressure of her narrow anus, after a wave of tingling, I shamelessly ejaculated into her rectum. It would be absorbed soon, wouldn't it? "Huff...huff...please...spare us...please...ahhh..." Rose thought it was over, but just as she felt his penis soften, the filthy Oak collapsed onto her, kneading her breasts with his hands, and then she could feel the thing inside her anus starting to move again.

"The night...is still long...and your body is so alluring!" I felt a bit tired after ejaculating, but for some reason, a power emanated from the girl's body, warm like hot water nourishing my penis, and I instantly felt refreshed. "But if you don't plan to moan nicely, then let poor Mr. Jack's short penis stuff in your mouth, even though he's already passed out and can't enjoy it, hahaha." Under the command, Rose took Jack's penis into her mouth, and it gradually became engorged and enlarged in her warm mouth, blocking the girl's mouth as well.

"Ugh...ugh..." The next morning, as the morning light pierced through the gaps in the branches and shone on the ashes of the campfire that had long since died down, a small figure was diligently gathering branches to try and reignite the fire.

Raya laboriously piled up a bunch of dry branches, intending to light it with a flint and steel, but after looking around, she couldn't find any nearby, so she ran to the person who was tied up and lying asleep on the ground.

"Uncle~ Uncle~ Don't sleep! Where's the flint? I need to cook breakfast!" Raya shook the iron stove, since he was the only member of the hero's party still conscious.

Thanks to his thick skin and warm clothes, even with his hands and feet bound and unable to move, the iron stove slept soundly. Having heard that he had been captured as a sacrifice, he assumed he would be safe before the ritual, so the experienced dwarf slept like a log.

"Ugh...snoring...snoring..." The iron stove remained unmoved, seemingly oblivious to the shaking, continuing to sleep.

"Hmph... Uncle, wake up! I'll pluck...I'll pluck!" Unable to wake the old dwarf, Raya squatted down and forcefully plucked each of his beard hairs. "This uncle's hair is so thick! Luckily, I'm a girl and don't grow these things."

After pulling out one or two sticks with no effect, the girl pulled out several sticks at once, pulling hard. After four or five times, the dwarf finally felt something, wriggling like a worm. Then he suddenly opened his eyes wide, woke up, and screamed in pain.

"Damn it! Who pulled my beard like that! Don't they know how important beards are to dwarves?" Ironforge cursed as soon as he came to his senses. He turned around and saw Raya squatting to the side, and he could even see her panties under her skirt. Ironforge's angry tone softened instantly, and he sighed and said, "Oh, it's you... little girl! You... waah... cough... never mind, it seems you've been brainwashed..." "So what do you want from me? Are you about to start your master's so-called ritual?" "I can't find the flint and steel to cook breakfast! Where did you hide it? Take it out now!" "............" Finally, Raya found the flint and steel in the dwarf's boot. As for why it was hidden there, Raya was too lazy to ask.

After starting the fire, Raya took out all the spare food from the hero's party: dried fruit and vegetables, and a small bag of rice. She carefully washed the ingredients with stream water and then put them into a pot filled with water, stirring slowly to prevent them from burning.

While Raya prepared breakfast, I continued to take stock of yesterday's spoils. Their clothes were all ordinary, without any special abilities. In my memory, defensive equipment with special abilities has been very rare these past few weeks; weapons are usually more common.

Compared to the hero's sword and shield, Rose's flail and the dwarf's double-edged axe were ordinary shop goods, just custom-made with more care in forging. In the spirit of not wasting anything, I also put them in my bag.

In addition, everyone had mercenary or adventurer cards. I happily transferred all the money into my own card, making a small fortune. As expected of a hero's party, they had more money than ordinary bandits. But why is their equipment so bad...? It's really puzzling! However, if the hero had better armor, I might have been killed instead, hahaha.

Looking at Jack, who was still unconscious, and Rose, who was ordered to stand aside and glare at me fiercely, I thought, women's recovery ability is really strong... I sorted all the spoils. The weapons were put away separately to see if they were useful or to give to Cassmiel. I believe she would be interested in the hero's sword. As for Rose's clothes... well, I'll put them away too... As for the boys' miscellaneous items, they were all dirty clothes and smelly socks, I wouldn't take them even if they were given to me... I'll just burn them.

I also accepted the recovery potions and the potions to remove abnormal statuses without hesitation. It was then that I realized there was a special armor for storing potions. The leather belt I took from the hero had a protective layer to prevent the potions from shaking and breaking, and it was also easy to pick up when using them. I chuckled and tied it around my waist.

Inside the dwarf's luggage were some refined metal blocks and tools for maintaining weapons, as well as a large stack of blueprints that, even after examination, were still incomprehensible. The blueprints only indicated they were for making weapons and armor; the rest was completely incomprehensible. It seemed he would have to leave them all to Raya.

"Master~ Dinner's ready~" Raya's voice called from the center of the camp, accompanied by the aroma wafting from a pot that had been simmering for a while, now that the lid was lifted.

Patting his belly, he was hungry after playing all night. He took the wooden bowl and began to eat. Although it wasn't fresh but dried, the flavor of the vegetables was concentrated. This was quite good for breakfast, but it would have been even better if there had been some meat; without meat, something was missing.

Raya quickly finished her portion, rubbed her tummy, and then scooped out another bowl to feed the heroes. I had initially thought that since the other two, except Rose, were going to die anyway, going hungry for a day wouldn't be a big deal, but Raya said they had been very kind to her when she pretended to be in trouble, so I went to feed them. However, Jack stubbornly refused to eat anything I brought, which saddened Raya.

"Phew... I'm full, time to go back to the tribe." On the way back, Raya carried a large backpack filled with Rose's underwear, dwarven metal, and blueprints. I used thorns to pull the heroes and dwarves forward, while Rose followed expressionlessly beside us.

The group had grown larger, but so had the burden, making our pace much slower than when we came. And for some reason, the monsters that had rarely appeared yesterday were attacking us every few steps today.

"Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh! You bastard!" I punched a fox-shaped monster away and kicked away a muddy boy who was sticking to me. "Why are there more and more of them... I can't kill them all!" I ran back and forth in front of the party, dealing with the monsters that kept trying to attack us. They were almost all about the same strength as the rat goblins.

But for some reason, they all charged straight at us recklessly, which annoyed me a lot. I used seals on a few that were cute or pleasing to the eye, but the ones that appeared later were fat women covered in mud that dripped down their bodies, or bat-like men with haggard faces and dark circles under their eyes like they were on drugs.

"Ouch!" Sasha swung her sword and cut off the arrows that were shot from all around. There were too many monsters, so I had to assign Sasha to the back of the party to hold the line.

This wave of attacks came from a small group of armed goblins. The goblins wore wooden or iron helmets and body armor, and they approached us with iron swords. Behind them were humanoid half-bodies who were aiming wooden bows.

"Ugh~ Annoying! Even small squads are showing up..." I said, raising my fist in disgust. After all, the priority now was to get the people into the tribe, and this situation was clearly someone's sabotage.

I angrily turned back to look at Jack and Ironforge, who were tied up. Because I had to restrain them, I couldn't let Tengteng join the fight, and I couldn't stray too far away either.

When they saw me staring at them, their smirking expressions quickly turned into innocent faces. How fake... I'll deal with them later! Right now, I need to deal with the goblins.

These armed goblins were obviously much stronger than the ones I used to clear out in the caves. They were agile and cunning, constantly darting around. If I wasn't careful, they would stab me with their swords. If it weren't for the thorns that deflected the attacks, I would have been riddled with holes by now.

A cruel and lewd smile gradually appeared on the pockmarked face of a goblin swordsman beneath his helmet. They had followed a very fragrant aroma and unexpectedly found this small group: an orc leading two men, with their favorite delicate-skinned woman beside them, along with a seemingly underage mother. Although there were only two women, goblins didn't mind sharing.

Although one of the clean-looking men smelled very sweet, the goblin squad forgot about the scent upon seeing Rose and Raya. Their only thought was to deal with the large man before them, then pounce on the large-breasted woman and the little girl, tearing off their clothes and inserting their short penises into any of their orifices, ejaculating their filthy fluids to allow the mother to give birth.

This goblin squad was born from the same mother; they were practically brothers. Perhaps for this reason, instead of the filthy infighting typical of goblin lairs, they supported each other, attacking passing merchants and guards together.

They threatened the skilled prisoners, teaching them how to use weapons and how to forge them. Before long, they all evolved into swordsman goblins or archer goblins, crafting simple weapons from materials found near their lair and looted.

Their fame among the goblin tribes in the region soared, but unfortunately, they hadn't captured a mother goblin to reproduce and remained bachelors to this day.

For big breasts and little lolis! They absolutely had to kill this big guy in front of them! These goblins are so annoying! And while fighting them, I kept feeling strange resentment drifting over. Could it be that my identification failed...? There are actually wizards or something like that mixed in? If only thorns were usable, I could grab them and drag them over to kill them, or just sweep them away. Otherwise, it wouldn't be so troublesome to tie up those two sacrifices... Speaking of sacrifices, I glanced back at them again.

"Hey, you monsters, just fight like dogs and die together already! I'm not going to help you with anything!" Jack was startled when he saw me turn around for the second time, but he still mustered his courage and said, "But if you release us all and remove Rose's collar, I might consider helping!" "No need!" I shouted back, then pulled hard on the thorns, pulling the dwarf and the hero along with them.

I picked up the dwarf and used him as a weapon, throwing him directly at a goblin.

The dwarf slammed into the goblin with tremendous force. The goblin's fragile wooden frame couldn't withstand the impact and shattered. Unlike the thick-skinned dwarf, who was only momentarily stunned, the slender goblin, after being knocked down, coughed up blood, trembled twice, and let out a weak sound. He struggled to raise his hand towards Rose... (Big brother... I want to bury my head in those huge breasts...) (Second brother! You can't die before your wish is fulfilled!) (Third brother... We agreed that once we caught the Mother, you'd go first and I'd go second, and we'd fuck her until she screamed...) "Kill that green-skinned bastard!!!

" "Avenge Third Brother!!"

"The other goblins, enraged by their companion's death, swarmed forward, ignoring their previous harassment tactics.

"Wait, weren't you going to use us as sacrifices... as weapons... Aaaaaah!!

" Jack cried out in fear, seeing the dwarf's gruesome state after being thrown around and feeling himself being pulled along, seemingly destined to be the second target.

"The requirement for sacrifices is... heh... alive! So even broken limbs and disfigured faces don't matter!" I said, throwing Jack as well. His longer body gave him a wider attack range, but it was harder to control his direction. "And there's that priest here, isn't there! Don't worry, he won't die!" The attack missed; after all, longer limbs meant greater wind resistance, making it difficult to hit the intended target, and the goblin nimbly dodged it.

The goblins also tried to take the opportunity to kill the dwarf and Jack lying on the ground, but I quickly pulled them back as they approached.

"Speaking of which, you're the one who attracted these monsters, right? If I attract even more and can't handle them, I'll throw that woman at them without hesitation and escape. Think about the consequences if the priest falls into the hands of goblins or other monsters... Or... after last night... are you looking forward to it?" I pulled Jack back and left him there, just throwing dwarf attacks to stop them from advancing, and said these words to Jack. After all, I didn't want to encounter any more trouble. If sacrificing a female slave could avoid conflict, I wouldn't mind.

Jack nodded with a sullen look. He secretly used an item that could attract a large number of monsters and then kill them to gain experience points, thinking that this would force the ugly monster to release its restraints when it couldn't handle them, but he still failed... Without the interference of more monsters, the remaining few goblins were easily dealt with with the slight sacrifice of the dwarf. Only the iron furnace was slightly disfigured and unconscious for a while, but it recovered in no time under the care of divine magic.

After slaying all the monsters, the journey was smooth, and they soon returned to the gates of the Meng tribe.

"I didn't expect you to do that! Haha," Uncle Cracktooth said, looking at the group of heroes being led away. "And so quickly, hmm... I guess I underestimated you. I was wondering when this cowardly human's brat would come back for help." "Tsk tsk tsk, this pretty boy doesn't seem as strong as the heroes I've met before. When I was young, the ones I met were all big-bearded and wore full metal armor. Are skinny heroes the new trend?" In the tribal square, Cracktooth inspected his bound prey, pinching his arm muscles and examining his mouth like he was evaluating livestock at a market.

The other Orks also joined in the fun, watching and commenting, but they all behaved themselves and didn't touch anyone else's prey.

Jack and his gang looked around at the Orks, a group of green-clad, muscular men surrounding them, some with their women still clinging to them, engrossed in their encounters. Rose, remembering what happened last night, unconsciously tightened her thighs, her whole body writhing uncomfortably.

"Kid, sell this skinny monkey to me, I want to strip him of his belt and use him as a cushion on my sofa." "That hero who occasionally hangs around nearby? I really want to chop his head off with an axe! That beast who appeared last year kidnapped my cousin!" "Shut up! Be quiet!" Cracktooth, noticing the increasingly noisy discussion around him, impatiently yelled at them to get lost.

"Boss Rifttooth, don't be like that! Those heroes always run away as fast as mice. It's been years since we caught this group. We just want to vent our anger!" "Yeah! Is he a distant relative of yours? We won't mistreat him. I want to buy that big-breasted woman, hehe." "Shut up! Those are the offerings for this kid's coming-of-age ceremony. Whether you want hero leather or a big-breasted priestess, you'll have to work hard next year! Anyway, that useless country will send out new ones soon." Hearing Rifttooth's words, the surrounding Orks also lost interest in Jack and the others and began to go about their own business. After all, no one would do something as stupid as selling offerings before the ceremony.

"Hmph, let's go to the elder and have him calculate when to hold the ceremony for you." After Rifttooth finished checking, he patted the dwarf's head and said, "Three offerings should be enough to generate decent battle aura!" "Ah! I don't want that woman as an offering. Anyway, she's a priestess, so it shouldn't affect the quality of the battle aura, right?" I quickly said. After all, it would be a waste to sacrifice a beautiful woman like that.

"Hahaha, you little brat, you can't bear to part with your female slave? It doesn't matter, you caught her yourself, so it's your decision. But this woman's eyes are so stubborn, you'll need to train her more! If you lack experience, Uncle Cracktooth can help, hahaha." Cracktooth said with amusement, looking at Rose's fearful yet resolute eyes.

"Wait!" Just as we were about to lead Jack and the others to see the elder, a hurried female voice came from behind, as if she had run a distance and was breathing heavily.

I turned around and saw a female Orc. Unlike male Orcs, although both had green skin, the female Orc in front of me had a more yellowish-green skin tone and gave off a refreshing feeling, like drinking green tea.

Unlike male Orcs, her figure was similar to that of a human woman. Her round breasts were covered by a bra that looked like it was made of coconut. She had a slender waist and six-pack abs. She wore a mini skirt and leather boots over her calves, and her thighs were thick and strong.

At first glance, she appears to be a woman with a fit and athletic physique, a bit fierce but undeniably alluring.

However, when your gaze shifts from her figure to her face, you'll find a face almost indistinguishable from a male Ork, staring at you with delicate, pouty eyes, and sporting a double ponytail hairstyle.

Looking at this female Ork, I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, a surge of heat rising up my esophagus, almost making me vomit. Looking back at Jack and the dwarf, their faces also looked quite grim, proving that my aesthetic sense was still intact.

I initially thought the female Oak would be alluring and sexy based on what Cracktooth said, but the reality is cruel. I still don't understand Oak's aesthetic... After the female Oak caught her breath, she looked at me and then at Jack behind her, and pointed her thick, jade-like finger at the two bound men with tender affection.

"Kid, lend me your prey for a day of fun," the female Oak said without any pretense, her eyes almost spitting out intense lust. "Can I or can I? If you agree, just nod. I won't let them die. They might even be full of energy tomorrow morning." Upon hearing this, Jack and the others rolled their eyes and passed out, while I looked at Uncle Cracktooth to hear his opinion.

"It shouldn't matter, the ceremony won't be held today anyway," Cracktooth replied, seeing my questioning expression. "By the way, let me introduce you, this is Vina, the flower of our tribe." "Look at those two thick, long lips, perfect for a passionate kiss, and those muscular limbs and breasts that can provide plenty of milk," Uncle Cracktooth kept praising the female orc in front of me. "If I were decades younger, I'd risk breaking a leg to marry her and have her bear my children. If I were you, I'd agree to do her a favor." Although I couldn't understand what was so beautiful about the female orc in front of me, I couldn't resist her face and had to hand her the rope.

Vina took the rope and gently pulled Jack and Iron Stove over, carrying one in each hand like she was shopping, her face full of joy, looking like she couldn't wait to get back to her business.

"Youth makes all the difference. I'll try to set you two up another day, maybe you can even marry into our tribe, hahaha!" the uncle said with a smirk, shoving me a few times with his fist. "But let's go find the elder first! Tomorrow I'll take you to Vina to retrieve your offerings, hehe." The two re-entered the stone chamber. The elder was still sitting there, carving a long piece of wood with a carving knife, wood shavings and fragments scattered on the ground.

After communicating with the elder and performing divination again, we decided to hold the ceremony the following night.

Afterwards, we left the stone chamber and returned outside. Rifttooth thought for a moment and decided to take me to the tribe's shop.

"Since you have the chance to come, make the most of it and buy some of our tribe's specialties to take back. After all, you're here as a merchant!" This was Liechi's intention, since he was originally in charge of receiving merchants.

The market or shop area of the Orks was a wooden structure, divided into cubicles for people to set up stalls. Those who wanted to sell things would find an empty space to display their goods.

Most of the Orks sold materials collected from hunting nearby monsters, a small portion were rough wooden carvings or stone sculptures, and some fruits and vegetables they grew or gathered.

I browsed through the goods in each cubicle, but none of them caught my eye. After all, I wasn't a merchant and didn't bring any cargo, and these things couldn't be profitable unless bought and sold in bulk.

In the end, I could only pick out a few rarer ores and some slightly more delicate handicrafts to take back as gifts.

Raya, on the other hand, was eating the roasted wild boar jerky she bought, one bite after another, like eating potato chips, her mouth dripping with oil.

"Master! Look, there's equipment for sale over there! Shall we go take a look?" Raya was walking along when she suddenly noticed a section selling equipment and wanted to pull me over to take a look. "I wonder if this equipment is made using Orc forging techniques, I'm so excited!" I was also interested in equipment, so I followed her over. I should have known better than to look, because this section was full of role-playing outfits, like bunny girl outfits, and even SM queen and nurse outfits. Seriously, do these professions even exist in this world...? I was a little disappointed that it wasn't the imposing armor I had imagined, but the quality seemed pretty good, so I decided to buy a few sets for Ella or my pets to wear, hehe.

Just as I was deciding whether to buy a bunny girl outfit or a flight attendant uniform, an Orc came out from inside, who seemed to be the owner.

"Young man, would you like to buy something to wear? My armor is all specially selected, the quality is top-notch!" The owner was thinner than the other Orcs, and he wore beautiful clothes made of animal hides, looking much more luxurious than the Orcs we had met before.

As they talked, the shopkeeper started recommending products. He picked up a blue suede and said, "I recommend this to you, young man. It's very stretchy and you can wear an outfit over it." "As for an outer layer... most of us wear this!" The shopkeeper then held up a common Japanese schoolgirl sailor uniform, white with a blue collar. "I think it would look amazing on you!" I stared speechlessly at the shopkeeper's recommendations. I wondered if these clothes were meant for Raya, or if they didn't have Raya's size. Seeing my lack of interest, the shopkeeper thought for a moment and then picked up the bunny girl outfit: a black vest with fishnet stockings, a wristband, gloves, and of course, the signature cute bunny ears.

"Looks like you have excellent taste, young man! Then I'll have to recommend our best product!" The shopkeeper held up the bunny girl outfit on his arm, showing it to me. "This is the standard version our tribe has recently adopted. After practical testing by our warriors, it's proven to be the most effective, so the chieftain plans to buy a large quantity of these sets as our war uniforms!" Something about the conversation felt off... Was he genuinely recommending it to me, or was this outfit really for warriors? I hesitated for a moment, then took the bunny girl outfit and checked its stats.

Item Name: Enchanting Steel Bunny Girl Outfit Tier: Common Function: Equipment forged from pure steel; its weight and protection are top-notch. It can't be equipped without sufficient strength and mental power.

Sufficient strength is understandable; the weight I felt in my hand explained it. But mental power? What the heck? Is it a matter of embarrassment? I also checked the skull and sailor uniform. I initially thought they were made of thin fabric, but when I touched them, I found they were woven from metal wire, and they were quite heavy... What kind of blacksmith would be so foolish as to make such a thing...? "Which... master craftsman made this kind of equipment? I've never seen it anywhere else," I asked疑惑地.

"Huh? Young man, are you from out of town? I thought you were a newly adult coming to buy equipment," the shopkeeper replied in surprise.

"Yes, I recently came from out of town." "Oh, no wonder you asked that question. Everyone in our tribe knows that this equipment comes from the dungeon." So it's equipment from the dungeon! But I wonder which dungeon you can find this kind of equipment in. I haven't been to a dungeon in a long time, since the dungeon in town doesn't have anything good.

"But these equipment... I thought they were for girls, right? Why would your tribe use them as warrior sets?" "Huh? I've always thought these were warrior clothes since I was a kid!" The boss looked surprised, as if he'd heard something strange. "And ever since the tribe adopted these equipment, when we line up in battle, the enemy immediately loses their will to fight. Isn't that because these equipment are so imposing?" Of course... Anyone who sees a bunch of muscular Southern Barbarians wearing vests, stockings, rabbit ears, or scrotums with huge bulges in their crotches is already kneeling down and vomiting. "But still,

young man, why don't you buy a few? These are only available in our tribe's maze." The boss enthusiastically promoted them. "

Hmm... never mind, I didn't come here to buy any. I didn't bring a vehicle to transport them back. Maybe next time." It was a pity, but I had to give up. After all, I couldn't carry too many pieces of equipment by myself.

"Really... What a pity. Next time you come, please patronize my business!" The shopkeeper wasn't disappointed that he didn't buy anything; that's how business is.

Looking at the time, it was only afternoon. What to do... Oh right, let's check out the tribe's maze! I asked the shopkeeper for the maze's location, and he generously drew me a map. However, I was stopped at the maze's entrance. The gatekeeper, Oak, said that to maintain their monopoly on equipment production, outsiders weren't allowed to enter. What a shame.

[The End]

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