Alibuda Chronicles Volume 5: Chapter 7 A Beauty's Entrustment

Long ago, I learned many things from my twisted father, most notably how to survive in a crowd.

Choose the fruit you want, don't hesitate, take the most direct route, and pick it – that's the most practical approach. But this simple principle, when applied to real life, becomes an impossible feat.

When I attacked Katrina, I did have the idea of finding an opportunity to rescue her from the orcish camp, but I might change my mind, so I didn't say it outright. Now, hearing her completely anticipate my thoughts, it would be a lie to say I wasn't shocked.

That calm and cold tone, born of deep understanding, perhaps confirms what she meant – we're the same kind of people.

"I want to ask you for a favor."

"As long as I find an opportunity, I'll find a way to get you out of here."

I walked up to Katrina, but didn't remove the belt covering her eyes. Looking someone in the eye while speaking at a time like this isn't a pleasant feeling.

“Don’t worry about me. What I’m asking you is a matter of utmost importance to the entire Feather Clan.”

I frowned, worried that if she asked me to secretly untie a large number of Feather Clan prisoners and let them escape, that would be far too difficult, almost impossible for me.

“There are too many Feather Clan members, I…”

“I won’t ask you to release us. It’s something else, something even more important.” Katrina whispered, “With the city falling, the beastmen will definitely search for it. To prevent that, we’ve planted explosives in key locations. If one day you hear an explosion and see thick red smoke rising, then…”

“Then what?”

“There’s a secret passage beneath the White Tower. Go through there, and I want you to destroy everything inside, leave nothing behind.”

Katrina’s voice became anxious as she said this, as if it were more important than anything else. I removed the blindfold from her eyes and saw the faint glimmer of tears in them, knowing that this was no small matter.

"What's in there?"

"Please, don't ask... I really can't say it, but please help us with this. All the Feather Clan will thank you... We absolutely cannot let those things fall into the hands of the Fire Worshippers, especially the Serpent Clan. If they fall into the Serpent Clan's hands, the Feather Clan will have no hope..."

Katrina's voice trembled as she spoke, clearly indicating that this matter was truly extraordinary, causing even such a strong woman to lose her composure under fear and pressure.

"Alright, I promise you."

Infected by her emotions, I nodded and agreed. Hearing my promise, Katrina didn't seem particularly happy. She quickly told me the method and path to enter the secret passage, and earnestly instructed me to get there before the Serpent Clan.

I couldn't tell her that the Serpent Clan had already occupied Skeva's City, and getting there before them was almost impossible. I could only smile bitterly to myself.

After explaining everything clearly in one breath, Katrina seemed relieved. Then, we fell into an awkward silence.

A lone man and a lone woman, alone in a room, especially with one of them being a naked beauty—it seemed illogical not to get together. But after that conversation, I lost interest and only wanted to give this tribal chief the respect he deserved… But if nothing happened between us, how would I explain it to the bear-men outside?

“Don’t hesitate, just do what you need to do now.”

Katrina looked at me with a hint of sadness, but a smile appeared on her face. I knew she was doing this to make things easier for both of us. Often, when things are unavoidable, it’s best to let them pass with a smile.

It was a strange situation. As I entered Katrina’s body, our skin touching, I felt a heaviness I’d never felt before.

Katrina was a uniquely beautiful woman, and I had secretly harbored improper thoughts about her before, but I hated this feeling now. Though it was only a little, this feeling of two souls communicating during physical intercourse... I found it extremely unpleasant.

"Chief, I'm sorry."

The Beast King's Fist energy, which had been gradually weakening due to depleted internal energy, suddenly surged at the moment our bodies joined. Streams of heat flowed through my limbs, a warm and comfortable sensation.

(What's going on...?)

That's right, the Beast King's Fist energy, which had previously exhausted me, gradually revitalized during our union, replenishing my energy. This was a different feeling from the Yin-Yang replenishment techniques in the Grippadorn magic book. I was sweating profusely, my body reeking of a wild beast, and my throat was parched.

"Please, you must remember the underground passage. Never let the snake clan get close to it!"

Katrina whispered earnestly, still reminding me of the request.

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The night wasn't very long. Contrary to my initial plan to be perfunctory, Katrina and I were almost inseparable until I left the tent. It was as if I had transformed into a male bear in heat, endlessly and wantonly venting my desires. Each time, it was like emptying the stagnant air from my body, allowing the abundant internal energy of the Beast King Fist to fill my meridians, making my whole body feel exhilarated.

But that intense excitement also grew more and more intense, another impulse also filled my body, wanting to tear apart living beings, to savor the blood-pumping masculine lust, to eliminate anything that stood in my way, to vent through destructive actions. Finally, Katrina was exhausted, her snow-white body covered with bruises, and she fell into a deep sleep.

I, on the other hand, was full of energy, showing no signs of exhaustion after several consecutive sexual encounters. This was a strange thing, because I had neither circulated my internal energy to regulate my breathing nor used any yin-yang replenishment methods, and my nearly depleted internal energy showed no signs of recovery. But the Beast King Fist energy that had been draining my internal energy seemed to be replenished from elsewhere, as if that violent intercourse could enhance the cultivation of the Beast King Fist, making me… stronger.

(Could the Beast King Fist really be trained like this? Not relying on internal energy, but finding a shortcut to obtain power, so only beastmen unsuitable for internal energy cultivation...)

I couldn't think any further, because as the first rays of dawn dispelled the darkness, the tent flap was simultaneously lifted, and a large group of impatient bear-men rushed in, patting me on the shoulder, praising my abilities, saying I'd brought honor to the bear clan, and had made the Feather Clan chief suffer terribly, making even those outside the tent feel proud.

"You're too kind,"

I said, then could only watch as things unfolded. The moment I stepped out of the tent, a furry, dark giant bear pounced on the semi-conscious, naked female body, a deafening roar and a mournful female cry simultaneously reaching my ears.

In an instant, I felt dizzy, and a phrase I'd long forgotten echoed in my mind again.

"If a man wants to be strong, he must train to become the strongest in the world, doing whatever he pleases, unstoppable, inspiring awe and fear in all living beings, able to kill anyone he can kill, and sleep with any woman he can sleep with."

This was my grandfather's motto throughout his life of unbridled indulgence. Although I never heard his voice, I could still imagine that he must have been an arrogant, confident, and reckless man who disregarded all worldly rules.

But this statement soon turned into another whisper.

"Humanity's enemy is humanity itself. We're born to compete. If you lack the power to resist, you'll be left with nothing but the power to take everything from you, to kill your loved ones, to humiliate your wife and children. That's life."

My twisted father's voice was always so grating. I hated his views, hated his philosophy of treating strength as everything, and wished to live a life completely unrelated to him. But why… sometimes did I still wish I had power?

Life is full of helplessness and contradictions; perhaps this is the only thing that neither the strong nor ordinary people can avoid.

I walked with my head down, trying to suppress the unease in my chest. Because of the extreme abundance of the Beast King's Fist, I wouldn't have to worry about being exposed for at least eight or nine hours. But for me, this imposter bear-man, I had nowhere to go and could only wander the bear-man camp.

Deliberately avoiding the area where the mating ceremony was still taking place, I intended to head towards a secluded spot, but unexpectedly, I was stopped by several bear-men. Seeing their bared teeth and menacing expressions, I thought a fight was about to break out. Instead, they patted me on the shoulder and pulled me to drink with them.

The bear tribe's liquor was extremely strong, but of very poor quality, a spicy-sour taste that made one wonder what their tongues were made of. They didn't use cups, but rather thick bamboo tubes or hollowed-out pieces of wood, gulping them down in large mouthfuls—a rather bold and imposing sight, at least in appearance.

Everyone gathered around the fire to warm themselves. Except for me, the bear-men who had initially moved with such bravado became timid and hesitant. Looking closely, I noticed their eyes were fixed on the flames; the slightest flicker of the fire caused them to shift their bodies hastily, clearly terrified of it.

Thinking about it, it makes sense. A bunch of furry bears so close to the fire—a slight misstep and they'd be engulfed in flames, dying faster than anything else. It's a wonder they're in such high spirits, their fur splitting and cracking from the heat.

"If you're afraid of fire, why are you here to warm yourselves? It's not cold, and it's daytime,"

the bears explained, a laughable excuse. Because in all the adventure stories of the past, heroes and powerful figures would make crucial decisions by fire. To commemorate that heroic spirit, even in the warm daytime, despite their mortal fear of fire, they would still fearlessly warm themselves and drink by the fire.

I was curious about what they would talk about. Back in the army, the idle chatter among my comrades was nothing more than discussing which brothel had a new girl, which lady was the prettiest, and which rich girl had the roundest, bigger buttocks. When they got too itchy, they would all agree to go to a brothel together. If they drank too much and their animalistic instincts were aroused, they might even cover their faces, rush into a civilian's house, and if they saw a beautiful girl, pull down their pants and have their way with her

. The Royal Guard was the king's personal guard, and most of them were from noble families. They were used to running rampant in the capital. As long as no one was killed, who would dare to ask a single question? However, the conversation of these bear-like men surprised me. After a few rounds of drinks, when some people started clapping

and singing, they all mentioned their families who were still waiting in the tribe. Among the beastmen, men were superior to women, and mentioning wives seemed to be a rather shameful thing. So they mostly boasted about how beautiful, docile, obedient, and fertile their female slaves were. Unlike human societies, the bear people don't treat the children born to female slaves as slaves, but raise them as their own.

This was easily discernible to me, as they spoke of their children with immense pride. One boasted that his female slave had just given birth to his twelfth son before he went to war; another proudly declared that his third son already possessed the strength to tear apart tigers and leopards, destined to become a valiant warrior of the bear tribe.

Besides personal martial prowess, sexual prowess seemed to be a badge of honor for the bear people; they not only boasted about their own experiences but also bragged about their sons' "achievements.

" "My third son is truly extraordinary! Before this campaign, he went and obtained ten tiger hearts as a token of his love, and hooked up with Grayclaw's bear cub. He might even have cubs by the time he returns."

"That's nothing, my..."

The group chattered excitedly, and I listened silently, eager to learn more about the orc culture, until I heard this last sentence.

"No one can compare to my little bear cub. Last time I went back, he was messing around with my bear girls, it was so passionate, even I was shocked."

Not only was he shocked, but even I, the bystander, almost choked on my drink. In the bear people's grammar, "bear girl" means daughter. His son and daughters were messing around, and this father was grinning from ear to ear, it made no sense.

But after listening for a while, I understood. Although the beastmen were physically strong, their recovery speed after injury was slower than that of humans. Coupled with the backward medical technology in the southern barbarian region, the mortality rate for any injury in battle was extremely high. These beastmen, who regarded the stories of the strong as the meaning of life, and deeply believed in the idea that "the strong are born to fight," would find reasons to start armed fights or private duels, or attack other tribes together. As a result, the tribe's population naturally became more female than male.

To bolster their fighting strength, each tribe encouraged procreation, resulting in highly open sexual attitudes. Orcs engaged in promiscuity daily, producing countless offspring whose names were no longer known, let alone proper upbringing. Dozens of siblings slept in a single tent, constantly exposed to each other; it would be strange if they didn't cause trouble.

The orcs didn't seem to care much about this, as long as their offspring didn't try to take advantage of their female slaves or challenge their fathers' authority within the family. They were free to do as they pleased; the more offspring, the better.

I can't really comment on this value system; after all, the orc world has its customs, and judging from a human perspective would only cause more trouble. It's like my cat getting pregnant out of nowhere; I wouldn't be so bored as to investigate whether her male cat brother got her pregnant.

However, as the conversation progressed, the atmosphere noticeably somber. These bear-man warriors, who had always boasted of their prowess, lowered their voices when talking about their children, and their jokes lost their enthusiasm. It was clear they were homesick. Despite considering themselves descendants of the strong, heroes and warriors, the bear-men's expressions sombered at the thought of their families, whom they hadn't seen in a long time, and their concern for their well-being.

One of the bear-men asked about my family, and naturally, I wouldn't tell them the truth. I said my father had been hacked to pieces, my mother was missing, and I had been captured and enslaved by humans shortly after birth .

To my surprise, the bear-men's expressions immediately turned serious. They stood up, arms crossed, and began to sing loudly.

I couldn't understand the lyrics, only vaguely recognizing it as some ancient, lost language. The song consisted of four or five-character lines, sung in the deep voices of the orcs, sounding particularly majestic and powerful, with a profound sorrow that made one want to roar to the heavens.

More than a dozen bear-men stood and sang, their furry heads obscuring their expressions, but I could feel their piety and focus, singing the song with a respect akin to worshipping a deity.

Only after they finished singing did I understand from their explanation that the song was called "Heavenly Questions," also known as the "Song of Defying Heaven." They didn't know the lyrics, only that it was a song passed down through generations of Zoroastrian elders. Whenever a member of their tribe passed away, the beastmen would sing this prayer together to express their grief and remembrance.

Just now, they had heard about my misfortune and felt deeply for me, so they sang a prayer together, wishing the deceased peace and offering their condolences.

When they expressed their sorrow to me with extremely heavy expressions and promised that I would not suffer any more unfair treatment after returning to my hometown of Youli, my feelings were indescribably complex.

Afterwards, everyone drank heavily again, and soon, the bears, fueled by their drunkenness, brandished their weapons, vowing to slaughter humans and avenge their tribe's humiliation. Seeing their serious expressions, it was fortunate that the Kingdom of Alibuda was thousands of miles away; otherwise, if it were just next door, these guys would have charged over and killed everyone in sight.

A moment later, as I was trying to find an excuse to leave, a bear-man approached me, saying that the young master of the White Lan Bear Clan summoned me.

In a large cowhide tent, I met the young master of the bear clan. He not only publicly rewarded my achievements but also promised me great rewards upon my return, including cattle, sheep, gold, silver, and beautiful, fertile female slaves.

However, the White Lan Bear Clan also asked me a question. Since few in the bear clan were educated, and few could read, the White Lan Bear Clan himself only knew a few characters, making official business difficult. He asked if I, being a fugitive from the Kingdom of Alibuda with a high level of education, was literate. If so, could I temporarily serve as his secretary?

I am, after all, of noble birth. While I may not be as accomplished in both literature and martial arts as Fang Qingshu, I am still literate. At present, there couldn't be a better opportunity, so I readily agreed and began working under him.

"Excellent! Among the thousands of warriors our tribe sent on this expedition, finally one is literate!"

Bai Lanxiong seemed very happy and wanted to take me out for a big drinking session. Frankly, although we haven't known each other for long, I'm already quite impressed. These orcs drink all the time, celebrating even the smallest things, always drunk. With this kind of lifestyle, there's no way any cultural development can be achieved; it's a miracle they haven't died from drunkenness.

Of course, this job has brought me many advantages. The bear people treat me with respect. Since Bai Lanxiong couldn't find many tribesmen willing to use their brains to consult, he had to use me as an advisor, letting me uncover some urgent intelligence.

As expected, just two days after we promised the Zoroastrians a three-day reprieve, a fire suddenly broke out in the orc camp. Although it was quickly extinguished, it still caused casualties. When they calmed down and assessed the damage, several pieces of bad news came in quick succession.

More than ten skilled warriors from each of the Tiger, Bear, and Snake tribes were wounded. They had all rushed out to investigate after hearing about the fire and were ambushed in the chaos. But what enraged the orcs the most was that the Leopard tribe chieftain, Taliban, had been assassinated while his people went to check on him. His head had been severed, leaving him decapitated.

Throughout the attack, some people saw the figures of the Feathered Tribe female warriors. In the end, two Feathered Tribe female warriors were even shot down from the sky. Although they were already dead when they hit the ground and could not utter a word, this clearly explained the identity of the murderer.

The pain of one person is the pain of the entire tribe, let alone the excruciating pain of the assassination of their chieftain. The tiger, bear, and snake tribes, united in their hatred of the enemy, launched a fierce attack on Skeva City, spearheaded by the vengeful leopard tribe, vowing to punish these despicable bird women. The

city's interior, under the pressure of the ongoing truce, was completely complacent and caught off guard, suffering its current miserable state under this raging onslaught.

I asked Bai Lanxiong how many important figures had been captured in that battle, and the answer was quite bizarre. Besides the city lord Katrina being captured by the bear tribe, several key figures of the winged tribe were taken prisoner, and the Neon Sisters, whom all the orcs were eager to capture alive, were nowhere to be found. Even the severely wounded Fang Qingshu disappeared in the chaos of battle.

"It's not just that. Forty percent of the Feathered Clan escaped in this battle. Counting the numbers, it's close to two thousand. Exhausted and wounded, they couldn't have gone very far. We surrounded the area for a hundred miles and searched thoroughly, yet we couldn't find a single trace. It's truly unreasonable!"

Bai Lanxiong slammed his fist on the table, speaking indignantly. If only a few dozen escaped, it would be understandable, but two thousand people—so many people, and we couldn't find them anywhere? This is unbelievable. If we let them escape like this, we won't eradicate them completely, and sooner or later they'll become a source of trouble.

The army's whereabouts are also a problem. The beastmen have never been very patient. After capturing the enemy's fortress, their homesickness makes them urge to return and enjoy the spoils of this war. This urge will only grow louder and louder. If they are forced to stay here, a riot will inevitably break out sooner or later.

However, the leaders of the Tiger, Leopard, and Bear clans were furious about the Snake Clan's occupation of the Skeva City and their prohibition of entry to the other three clans. Although the Snake Clan priestess Natasha temporarily appeased the leaders' anger by "lending" all the female captives, they privately discussed the matter and felt that the Snake Clan's occupation of the city was undoubtedly a pretext for a massive search for gold and silver treasures, and they might even have obtained some of the Feather Clan's beast magic secrets, which were far more important than the female slaves. The Feather Clan's

dominance over the Southern Barbarians was due to their superior skill in beast magic, far surpassing that of other beast clans. Their leader, the Phoenix Celestial Maiden, could control twelve powerful beast demons simultaneously—a truly astonishing feat. Although the Feather Clan was now depleted of talent, who knew if they hadn't passed down some secret techniques? If the Snake Clan were to acquire them, it would be a major headache in the future.

However, the snake clan's attitude towards occupying the city is very firm. If the other clans insist on driving them away, war may break out. This is something that the leaders of the three clans are unwilling to do, so the situation is currently deadlocked.

Hearing Bai Lanxiong say this, a thought flashed through my mind and I remembered something.

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