Alibuda Chronicles, Volume 5: Chapter 1: The Alluring Serpent Clan

The situation was extremely dire. Even with my mind racing, I was utterly helpless against the current predicament. I was never a hero on the battlefield, and now I was forced into battle, required to achieve feats worthy of public recognition. These harsh conditions, imposed upon me, left me only with a bitter, resentful attitude.

Tactics and schemes only worked when there was ample time and preparation. Without any preparation or resources, I could only rely on my quick wit and reflexes to turn the tide. Unfortunately, on the battlefield, brute force often trumps wit, which is why I loathe going to war.

However, I had no choice. If I failed to achieve any merit in the battle, Ah Xue, imprisoned in the Skywara City, would be at the mercy of the Feathered Clan. Given her crime of destroying the sacred Great Sun Mirror, even if she didn't pay with her life, she would inevitably suffer severe disability for the rest of her life.

In truth, I should thank those orcs. If the Zoroastrians hadn't attacked at this critical juncture, Ah Xue might already be facing a severe sentence with no chance of redemption. However, when it comes to how to repel these "benefactors," my chaotic mind is utterly blank.

Since the orcs lack the ability to fly, the only route to attack Skeva's City is by land.

Currently, the only attack path is the western mountain pass, where the Feathered Clan deliberately blasted down the mountain walls, leaving only a narrow path that the main army cannot pass through. The Feathered Clan has concentrated their defensive forces here, setting up several lines of defense under the command of their chieftain, Katrina. Using flexible and adaptable tactics, they have sniped at the orcish coalition attempting to attack the lines, inflicting heavy losses on the enemy since the start of the battle—a truly remarkable achievement.

This success is due not only to maximizing the use of terrain but also to the strength of the troops. On this narrow path, the main army cannot deploy, and victory or defeat hinges solely on the few at the forefront. The Feathered Clan, led by Fang Qingshu and the Neon sisters, with Katrina assisting from the side, were truly a formidable force, their single-handedly holding off thousands. The orcish assault teams were repeatedly annihilated by them, their impressive string of victories boosting the morale of the city's inhabitants.

I might be a pessimist, but I was at least clear-headed enough to know that the Feathered Clan's superior numbers were largely due to the fact that the Fire Worship Cult's experts hadn't yet assembled. Given the Fire Worship Cult's dominance over the Southern Barbarians, their ranks were filled with powerful figures. If they could simply send level five or higher experts or beastmen to entangle Fang Qingshu and Neon, the rest of the forces could seize the opportunity to break through their defenses.

Of course, Katrina's basic strategy wasn't wrong either. If her plan were followed, before the Fire Worship Cult's forces were fully assembled, the Great Sun Mirror would have stored enough energy. Once Skeva City took to the skies, even a massive orcish army wouldn't be able to inflict any damage on the Feathered Clan. Therefore, there's no need to worry about the enemy bringing in a large number of experts to besiege them.

However, now that the Great Sun Mirror is severely damaged, the plan to escape from the air has fallen through. The Feathered Clan will inevitably have to bear the consequences of a direct confrontation. At that time, the fully assembled Orcish coalition will gain an absolute advantage, and no matter how high Fang Qingshu and Neon's martial arts skills are, they will be powerless to stop this situation from happening.

"How is the situation? What are the casualties among the sisters?"

While rushing to the front line, Katrina inquired about the retreating Feathered Clan female warriors. At the western mountain pass, the Feathered Clan had set up five lines of defense. In the past, because of Fang Qingshu and Neon's bravery and skill in battle, the Orcish assault team was slaughtered before even reaching the first line of defense. This time, because of the major incident in the city, morale was low, and the Orcish assault team successfully launched a surprise attack. The first and second lines of defense were breached in the blink of an eye, and the third line of defense also fell after a brief stalemate. Now they are holding the fourth line of defense, confronting the Orcs with all their might.

"Strange, how could the enemy have timed it so perfectly? If they hadn't attacked at this critical juncture, the defenses wouldn't have been breached so easily..."

This awkward question inevitably surfaced again on the way to the defenses. Although the enemy was still being held back outside the defenses, preventing them from directly storming the city, the strategic advantage of the terrain had been lost, making future defenses much more difficult. For the already small Feathered Clan, every loss of life was an irreparable blow.

"Who knows? Maybe there was a traitor who infiltrated and leaked the information. Otherwise, how would those orcs know?"

"The Feathered Clan sisters wouldn't have traitors or spies. If there's anything suspicious, it must be the outsiders."

Even among the Winged People, when faced with danger, people's hearts are often more fragile than imagined, giving rise to suspicion and distrust. It's understandable that they suspect the outsiders are the source of the secret, but at this moment, the female warriors certainly wouldn't suspect Fang Qingshu and Ni Hong. Their suspicious gazes were all focused on me. If I didn't make a move later, they might turn on me on the spot and make Ah Xue and me suffer the same fate, becoming victims of their blades together.

Damn it, they're underestimating us! Ah Xue and I have no obligation to the Feather Clan. We're only here to help because of Sister Dragon Girl's request. If we really anger them, I'll just turn against them and secretly stab the Feather Clan. When they're defeated and the city falls, I'll take Ah Xue and escape with us. That's also an option.

(But then we'll have to consider the attitude of the Fire Worship Cult. If they also want to kill me on sight, helping them would be meaningless...)

The Feather Clan female warriors were talking loudly and without any politeness, naturally not noticing the complex thoughts beneath my calm expression. Just as they were getting more and more outrageous, and the atmosphere among the crowd was about to explode, a peaceful voice brought everyone back to silence.

"Stop talking nonsense. With a formidable enemy at hand, are we going to let this infighting continue?"

This was nothing special, just common-sense advice, but because of the speaker's status, it carried weight beyond words. The one with that authority was none other than Fang Qingshu. As soon as he finished speaking, silence fell around him. Without another word, he pushed off with his feet, leaving everyone behind, and rushed towards the fourth line of defense.

Clearly, Fang Qingshu had anticipated this turn of events, so he slowed his pace to stabilize the crowd and prevent division before heading to the rescue. His thoughtful approach earned him praise for this young nobleman's handling of affairs.

Once the potential split was suppressed, Fang Qingshu leaped with incredible speed, quickly reaching the battle line. We, left far behind, could only see dust billowing in the distance, sword energy swirling, and blood and green sap spraying into the air – proof of the wounds inflicted on the orcs and beast demons. It was clear Fang Qingshu was displaying his might, single-handedly turning the tide.

"We can't let Senior Brother Fang be left behind, let's go too!"

Yu Ni winked at Yu Hong. The two sisters quickened their pace, unleashing their lightness skills, and with the wind from their wings, they quickly left us behind, reaching the defensive line. Immediately, the sounds of battle erupted, blood and green sap gushing forth like fountains. To the surrounding Feather Clan female warriors, this was far more effective than any words of encouragement.

As fellow disciples of the Palace of Light, their combined strength was indeed extraordinary. When we finally arrived, the winged female warriors guarding the area, with the assistance of Fang Qingshu and Ni Hong, had already reinforced their defenses. The invading orcs had been driven back, and the surrounding fortifications were in ruins, covered with sword and claw marks, and stained with bright red blood, telling the story of the fierce battle.

Overwhelmed by the three's divine might, the orcs dared not provoke them any further, retreating to the third line of defense half a mile away, where they held their ground against the wall.

"How is it? Our reinforcements have arrived. Should we go down and charge again? Turn the tide? Senior brother? Sister?"

Yu Hong looked eager, as did most of the female warriors around her, waiting for orders to press their advantage and retake the line.

"It's too dangerous. If we charge in now, our chances of winning aren't high. Who knows how many experts are lurking over there?" With my own safety at stake, I had to speak up despite the disapproving looks from the others.

Yu Hong glared at me and said, "Although it's dangerous, I'm confident we won't lose to those evil orcs. Victory will surely be ours."

"Oh? What's the basis for your confidence?"

"Justice!" Yu Hong said devoutly, her expression more like that of a martyr about to be burned at the stake than a valiant warrior.

"Evil cannot prevail over good. As the side of justice, we will surely receive divine help and will never lose to the evil orcs."

Seeing how serious this girl was, I completely gave up the desire to argue. If victory and defeat could be determined by good and evil factions, things in the world wouldn't be so complicated. At her age, she was still spouting idiotic nonsense about being a messenger of justice like a mindless child. I truly felt sorry for the villains who had fallen into the hands of these two sisters.

Judging from their expressions, even Fang Qingshu, who also came from the Palace of Light, was smiling bitterly, but the other female warriors seemed encouraged by these words and cheered loudly. Although Yu Ni remained noncommittal, she seemed to agree with her sister's idea, yet she still looked at Katrina and Fang Qingshu. After all, Katrina was the master of this place, and no one else had the authority to issue military orders. "

In my opinion," she said, "anyone rushing out at this time must be out of their mind. Battlefield warfare is different from江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the martial arts world) feuds. The orcish army is indeed brave, but after breaking through three lines of defense, their momentum has waned. Fang Qingshu and his companions arrived then, and with the advantage of the terrain, they repelled the enemy, but they couldn't immediately capitalize on their victory and recapture the lines. This shows the enemy's strength is formidable and should not be underestimated.

Now they have a chance to regroup, their ranks are in high spirits, and with reinforcements arriving, their strength will only be greater than before. Attacking them at this moment, even if they win, will result in heavy casualties, which is definitely not worthwhile for the Feathered Clan, who cannot afford further losses."

When Katrina asked Fang Qingshu for his opinion, he shook his head and remained silent. Before making a decision, he asked first.

"Brother Lan, what do you think we should do in this situation? You once served as the head instructor of the Imperial Guards in Alibuda, so you should have some professional advice."

I was a little surprised that he asked so humbly, but now we were all in this together, and there was no point in hiding anything, so I repeated what I had been thinking.

"Brother Lan is truly remarkable. If it weren't for your reminder, I would have almost made a big mistake,"

Fang Qingshu said as if he had just realized something. Although his expression was very vivid, I could tell that he had already thought of everything I was going to say, and he was just deliberately giving me a chance to speak to elevate my status.

This made me very curious. I didn't understand why he was secretly helping me like this.

Was he trying to curry favor with me? That was unlikely.

Was he trying to ease the tense atmosphere? That made sense.

Could it be... that he wanted to save Xue?

Before I could come to a conclusion, the opposing camp had already made a move. First, there was a commotion in the ranks, and a faint fishy smell spread in the air, which immediately caused a stir among the Feather Clan members.

The smell was somewhat similar to the fishy stench we smelled when we were trapped in the venomous insect array. Could it be that the enemy was preparing to attack with a large number of poisonous snakes and insects?

"The Snake Clan! The Snake Clan has arrived."

"The fierce Snake Clan has entered the fray..."

The female warriors, who had displayed extraordinary courage in the fierce battles, now showed fear on their faces. Although I didn't understand the exact reason, I knew that the situation had changed and we had to be careful.

Snakes, leopards, bears, and tigers—among the four major beast clans that hold power in the Southern Barbarian lands, the Snake Clan is the most mysterious and the rarest to see. During the time Ah Xue and I wandered around the outskirts of the Southern Barbarian lands as merchants, we only heard some vague rumors about the Snake Clan from other merchants. After entering Youli, Mao Yan'an mentioned it briefly, but we had never seen the true face of the Snake Clan beastmen.

I heard that the Snake Clan's ecology is similar to that of the Feathered Clan, where everything is ruled by women. The males of the tribe are depicted as enormous snakes, their bodies structured much like ordinary snakes. The females, however, are far more beautiful, their upper bodies retaining a human form, and most are stunningly beautiful, contrasting with their serpentine lower bodies to create an eerily beautiful aesthetic.

Regardless, since it's none of my business, it's none of my business either. Although I am also a woman, given the choice, I wouldn't want to encounter such a beautiful woman with a human head and a snake's body, especially on the battlefield…

Besides, Mao Yan'an seemed to have said something about the snake tribe… snakes are lustful!

Half a mile away, the scene on the other side wasn't very clear, but the occasional mountain breeze carried the faint roars of wild beasts and the painful groans of women. Those unfamiliar with the situation might mistake these for the cries of the wounded, but to an experienced person like myself, how could I not understand what was happening?

(Oh no, this shock and anger have made me wonder if anyone here will still obey orders...)

As I worried, more and more winged female warriors realized what had happened. In the previous assault, some female warriors were seriously wounded, but not fatally; others suffered limb injuries and were captured by the enemy. They were all in enemy hands, and now the orcs couldn't wait to "execute" these beautiful female warriors on the spot, using them as gifts to reward the troops.

The army is inherently a dark place; we've not only done things like raping prisoners of war, but we also enjoy doing it. However, that was at least after the female prisoners were transported to a detention center. To ask me to do what these orcs did, to rape female prisoners of war in front of the enemy and my comrades on the battlefield, is something I simply cannot do. However, the orcs' style is inherently rough and fierce; discussing shame with them is utterly pointless.

The sounds of the lovers' intercourse grew louder and louder. The opposing camp slowly dispersed, and we could vaguely see a dozen or so exhausted and wounded Feather Clan female warriors, stripped naked and surrounded by the enemy ranks, enduring a torrent of abuse.

"No... please let me go..."

"Help... someone save us..."

The shrill cries were particularly piercing in the howling mountain wind, and as if deliberately meant to let us see clearly, the loose formation of the beastmen revealed the scene of the lewd gathering in the inner circle.

Because of their martial arts training and battles, the Feather Clan female warriors had strong and beautiful bodies, fair skin, and especially their pair of long, beautiful legs, which had always been an alluring feature coveted by the various beast tribes of the Southern Barbarians. However, because they lived deep in the mountains, they were rarely seen, and their auction prices in the slave market remained high, so the various beast tribes could only covet them but could not act on them.

But now that they finally had the chance, and could legitimately demoralize the enemy, the orcs were naturally ruthless. Without a second thought, they pulled off their triangular shorts, stripped the beautiful bodies before them, revealing thick animal skirts between their hairy crotches, and began to brutally ravage them.

There weren't many prisoners, so the orcs mostly used two or three men on each one. One would embrace the snow-white body, thrusting and pounding wantonly; another would spread the full, round buttocks, revealing pink, folded openings, and, amidst the female warrior's pitiful cries, penetrate her thick animal skirt.

"It hurts, it hurts...stop it..."

"You vicious orcs! I curse you all to die a horrible death!"

No matter how loudly they cursed or howled in pleading, nothing could change anything. Trapped in the enemy ranks, they were now nothing more than beautiful flesh to be violated by the orcs, writhing and crying under the violent rape.

The front of the flower chamber was pierced by a tiger's penis, and the back of the anus was stabbed by a leopard's skirt. Both sides were crowded together, and some female warriors even had another phallus of another race inserted into their mouths. I was quite curious about what it felt like to have multiple orc genitals used in such intercourse at the same time, but judging from their screams, it probably wasn't very enjoyable.

There were too many orcs, and not everyone could get a female prisoner. Those who couldn't get a turn could only reach out from the side, rubbing the female prisoners' full breasts and round, snowy buttocks, indulging in their lust, or, as if for fun, tearing handfuls of feathers from the female warriors' wings.

The wings of the winged people are sensitive areas where nerves meet, and being pulled and plucked like this probably felt a hundred times more painful than having your hair ripped out. The orcs seized on this weakness, and in an instant, their screams were deafening. And we could only watch helplessly as the atrocities occurred, completely unable to stop them.

To be honest, I really wanted to say that this atrocity was outrageous, but compared to my hair, my lower body was truly hard and erect. I had no connection with the Feathered Clan to begin with, and because of Ah Xue, I had even less affection for them. I'd done what the beastmen were doing before, and empathetically speaking, I could actually sympathize with the beastmen's side.

Especially seeing those large, hairy hands vigorously kneading her breasts, twisting and deforming her snow-white flesh under those dark beastly paws. The immoral and lewd feeling under such violent rape gave me an uncontrollable excitement.

Of course, I was probably the only one in this camp with evil intentions. The Feathered Clan and Neon were obvious examples, and even Fang Qingshu, this outsider, had a tense expression, clenched his fists, and repeatedly placed his hand on his sword hilt, only to forcibly move it away.

Neon requested to fight, as did the other Feathered Clan female warriors. Faced with the crowd's outrage, Katrina was in a dilemma. Possessing at least basic military knowledge, she knew that while morale was high, charging into the well-defended enemy lines would only provide the orcish alliance with an opportunity to slaughter them, escalating the current situation.

Ultimately, it was Fang Qingshu's intervention that calmed the crowd's anger and allowed them to await further developments. But it was merely a suppression; in such a situation, no matter how capable a general, it was impossible to quell the boiling emotions of the masses.

Having no right to speak, I was simply curious about Fang Qingshu's reaction. It seemed he had considered charging in alone to rescue them. With his superior martial arts, his chances of success were indeed higher than if everyone charged together. However, considering the consequences of failure—there might be few within the Feathered Clan capable of calmly thinking and suppressing public opinion—he had to suppress his true intentions.

As Fang was pondering this, the situation suddenly changed. It seemed that among the winged female warriors who had been raped, several were severely wounded. Having barely mustered the strength they needed, they unleashed suicidal attacks, throwing the enemy ranks into chaos. In the commotion, one female warrior broke through the blockade and fled towards us.

"Ah..."

Exclamations naturally rang out. Those slower to react shouted encouragement, while those faster even rushed out to try and rescue their sister who had escaped death. The formation was thrown into disarray. Katrina quickly tried to restrain her subordinates, but this order, so contrary to human nature, received little support; even Katrina herself hesitated.

"Whoosh!"

The women's hopes were shattered by a strange whooshing sound. Without warning, a blur of motion, and a thick, dark green snake tail flashed across the sky, coiling around the female warrior who was fleeing towards us. Everything happened so fast; one moment we could clearly see the smile and hope on her face, and the next she was being pulled back.

The situation unfolded too rapidly. Moments later, exclamations and curses filled the air around me. Conversely, from the opposing camp, a long string of moans and groans flowed like a musical piece, rising and falling at a rapid tempo. These weren't cries of pain from being tortured, but rather the joyful moans of women experiencing intense pleasure, their desire surging.

(They must have some skilled bedchamber practitioners over there. The Bear Clan, Leopard Clan, and Tiger Clan are all rough and mindless; brute force alone couldn't have produced such an effect in such a short time. Could it be the Snake Clan?) There

are at least hundreds of Southern Barbarian beast clans, and the beast clans participating in this attack by the Fire Worship Cult aren't limited to the four major clans. But the only one that came to my mind was the Snake Clan, and they quickly proved me right.

"What's that?"

"It's a Snake Clan demon!"

I was getting fed up with these naive women, constantly calling people demons and witches, but the situation was indeed quite bizarre.

The enormous, dark green snake tail reappeared, as if deliberately taunting us, extending from the enemy camp. The winged warrior who had failed to escape was bound to the waist by the snake tail, her long, beautiful legs spread wide against her will. The end of the snake tail was inserted straight into her vulva, performing a bizarre and sensual act of defilement. The foot

-long end of the snake tail, though greatly shrunken, was still the size of a fist. The pain of being forcibly inserted into her vulva like this was unimaginable, yet the warrior's cheeks were flushed, and she rubbed her legs together in mid-air, grayish-white saliva flowing down her thighs. Her mouth uttered incessant moans and groans like the most wanton prostitute, completely immersed in the most pleasurable climax.

The bizarre scene made the original atmosphere of grief and indignation utterly incongruous. The other warriors on this side looked utterly astonished. The sight of their compatriots being brutally violated in front of everyone should have filled them with rage and made them want to rush over. However, a compatriot, with her round, trembling buttocks, shouting "Harder! Push it in a little more!" made them exchange bewildered glances, their morale plummeting.

Even the most skilled sexual techniques couldn't take effect in such a short time; it must have been aided by some kind of aphrodisiac. But looking at the glistening slime on that snake's tail, perhaps snakes themselves could secrete aphrodisiac fluids.

"We can't just sit here and do nothing!" Yu Hong's face was flushed, but her expression was serious. "Our compatriots are suffering right before our eyes! Is it right to just stay here and watch without doing anything? Are we still the righteous Feather Clan?"

"Oh? But your compatriot looks like she's about to faint from pleasure. If you go and disturb her now, she'll hate you for life." Unable to bear it any longer, I couldn't help but speak sarcastically, but that would be absolutely unwise. If Fang Qingshu hadn't intervened in time, Yu Ni's slap might have knocked out a few of my teeth.

The argument ended before a split could form. The female warrior, who had been violated by the snake-tailed demon and was experiencing a surge of orgasms, suddenly screamed. Her skin rapidly dried up, cracked, and her expression became extremely horrifying. Then, right before our eyes, she turned into a dried-up corpse.

This was naturally the consequence of being subjected to the Yin-Yang cultivation technique. According to the descriptions in the book of erotic magic, the truly superior cultivation technique involves absorbing the target's life essence, resulting in the target's final death as extreme aging, not as a dried-up corpse disintegrating like this. However, in the southern barbarian lands, I didn't expect these orcs to know much about cultivation culture.

After a brief moment of shock, my comrades were filled with grief and indignation. Yu Ni and Yu Hong couldn't help but want to rush out, and even Katrina couldn't control herself.

Fortunately, Fang Qingshu made a wise decision at this moment, although it wasn't a good idea, it was the "best" that could be done at this time.

"Where is the leader of the Fire Worship Cult? I, Fang Qingshu, a disciple of the Cihang Jingdian, challenge you in the name of the glory of the strong!"

His voice, ringing out with great force, echoed through the mountains, displaying extraordinary momentum. I knew Fang Qingshu had no other choice; only in this way could he suppress the Feather Clan's anger and prevent them from suffering greater losses in the melee. And with his divine skills, a successful challenge would indeed boost his own weakened morale.

The success rate of this challenge was nearly 90%, because the Southern Barbarians, who deeply revered martial prowess, considered any coward who fled without a fight to be shamed for life. When a human expert like Fang Qingshu issued a challenge, any orc, based on national pride and the belief in the strong, would gladly accept the challenge.

Fang Qingshu's name was renowned far and wide, and a commotion immediately arose within the opposing camp. Then, a rustling sound of scraping the ground was heard, and the opposing leader appeared.

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