Alibuda Chronicles Volume 16: Chapter 2 The Dog Clan's Isolated Island

The sound of waves crashing in reminded me that I was near the coast. Looking up, I saw that several miles ahead of the island, the sky was filled with thunder and lightning, crashing against the sea. The raging waves surged, one after another, blotting out the sun. Even from miles away, I could feel the extraordinary, apocalyptic power. It seemed the storm was far from over; there was no need to rush out to sea to die.

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

The scenery was nice, but I wasn't here for a vacation, so the first thing I needed to figure out was where I was, and where Ah Xue and the delinquent middle-aged man had gone...

Hmm, that question seemed redundant, because the answer was already in front of me, and in the most unpleasant form.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Who are they?"

"They are."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Is it really that great?

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

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

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

“Woof… woof!”

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

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

"Woof woof woof... woof woof~~"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Woof!"

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

"Damn it, die!"

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

"Despicable! So vile!"

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

"A demon! A demon!"

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

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

"Woof! Stop!"

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

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

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

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

She wore a low-cut deerskin vest that looked very stretchy, revealing her fair shoulders and smooth back. Whether due to lack of funds for a custom-made one or the inability to find the right size, Ah Xue was clearly not wearing a bra, her upper body lines clearly outlined.

Especially her proud, full breasts, which looked like ripe, large fruits, their perfectly rounded contours on full display, bouncing up and down with her running, proudly radiating an extremely seductive provocation to the stares of those around her!

(Damn! Still so hot after a few days.)

As the sole possessor of this beautiful body, I couldn't help but feel a burning desire, yet also a slight headache. In this uncivilized people, the most direct way to possess a beauty was to kill the man who owned her. When Ah Xue pounced on me, the slightly cooled murderous aura around us surged rapidly. Fortunately, Violet rushed over and roared, stopping the impending conflict.

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

Ah Xue asked me in confusion, but received no answer. Explaining these things was too complicated, so I simply stroked her long, black, flowing hair, followed the necklace around her neck, and looked down at the end of the necklace... that deep, high, snow-white cleavage.

"Stop! All of you, step back! Don't neglect our honored guest!"

As that aged, authoritative voice rang out again, all the canines respectfully stepped aside, making way for them. And stepping forward was… an old dog.

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

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

From a distance, the woman wore tightly wrapped deerskin trousers, revealing her round, full buttocks; her upper body was wrapped in cloth, her mature, full breasts protruding like two plump white buns, tempting the eye.

I glanced at the canine woman until the old dog came close, only then realizing what was happening. I watched as he looked me up and down, then suddenly turned and barked, barking several times before speaking loudly in human language.

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

This seemingly random sentence startled me, but it clearly held great significance for the Dog Clan. They fell silent instantly, as if deeply shocked. When they recovered from their shock, they all raised their heads and barked wildly, a mixture of joy and excitement, then embraced each other, jumping and howling wildly.

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

While I was still wondering, the old dog who called himself Huang Shi introduced me to their secluded retreat, a place where outsiders were strictly forbidden from approaching. However, I had a deep connection with them, so they warmly welcomed me as a guest.

Why?

"Back then, when we left this land and fled overseas, we encountered slave traders from Ishtar. When the fighting started, we were no match for their armed forces. Fortunately, your grandfather, Lord Lant, happened to pass by and intervened, driving them away so we could safely retreat here."

"But how did you know I was…?"

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

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

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

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

What's so strange about it? It was our own bad luck to drift to the dog tribe's village and be looked down upon by the dogs. It was a fitting end, nothing out of the ordinary. What's so strange about it?

That's what I thought in my heart, but I kept a bit of politeness on my lips, saying that we had accidentally fallen into the sea and were very grateful to the dog tribe brothers here for taking us in.

Huang Shi generously explained that, according to the teachings of the dog god Anupis, the loss of a dog tribe warrior's personal female dog was a disgrace that had to be washed away with one's life. But I was the descendant of the dog tribe's great benefactor and a distinguished guest of this village. Providing me with a female dog was the dog tribe's duty as hosts, and there was no need to feel ashamed.

The descent down the steps was quite well done, as the canine warriors below stomped their feet and howled, throwing their weapons up three times and catching them three times. It looked strange, but I took it as a sign of joy. Then, a large number of canine tribesmen emerged from the village, young and old, men and women, like a triumphant welcome, to greet us, the outsiders, and lead us into the village.

The canine men's appearance was generally unremarkable. This is understandable; they were just human-bodied, dog-headed creatures with long noses and long teeth—what was there to see? Even their imposing fur couldn't compare to that of the wolves. This tribe, at the very end of the canine family, was hardly associated with handsome men, and even the title of "macho man" was barely a close call.

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

"General Farrell, this is my son's widow, Shaye. She's a priestess serving Anupis and the most knowledgeable canine in our village about human culture. I hope you'll offer her guidance."

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

After shaking hands with me, Ah Xue immediately ran to Sha Ye's side, warmly taking her hand and introducing us. She explained that Sha Ye had found us when we drifted to the beach, and that she had taken good care of us in the dog tribe village these past few days, so they had become good friends.

(Damn it, I was unconscious for two days, and you had time to become friends with someone else. If this continues, it'll be terrible if you become one of those homosexuals like Neon...)

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

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

“Nephew, we’ve turned misfortune into blessing this time. We’re lucky; your grandfather’s reputation has been a great help.”

"Don't be so smug. I haven't settled the score with you yet. You were the one who seduced the women, so why should I be the one to blame?"

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

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

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

"They all say it's repaying a debt of gratitude, but what kind of favors would the Farrell family bestow upon others? I really wouldn't dare hope for that!"

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