An internal transformation occurred within the hearts of all the rabbit folk, shifting from initial fear of Fong how to a sense of gratitude for being purchased by him.
After dinner, the pig folk drove back to their village while the rabbit girls remained gathered, chattering animatedly amongst themselves.
The following morning, Fongo abruptly opened his eyes, his forehead beated with sweat.
In his dream, he had returned to his former world where colleagues had stabbed him repeatedly in the chest.
The tension and pain felt so tangible, so real that even upon waking, he could still perceive a constricting sensation in his chest.
Instinctively, he reached for his chest, his fingers brushing against smooth skin.
What on earth? Funhao jolted awake, focusing on the figure beside him.
And Jia, sleeping soundly, her long, elegant leg resting awkwardly on his chest.
H master, you're awake, came the voice of Eair from the other side.
He turned sharply to find Eir lying beside him, smiling brightly.
Aonga responded instinctively, his mind racing to recall the events of the previous night.
After dinner, they had continued to drink, eventually retiring to their respective rooms.
How had they ended up here? One on each side.
Yeah.
How did you both end up on my bed? Funha whispered.
Air nestled closer, whispering softly in his ear.
Perhaps we drank too much, master.
Do you wish to get up now? Indeed, it seemed they had indulged a bit too freely.
Meanwhile, Jiao continued to sleep soundly, her position quite wild.
Fongghao carefully moved her leg off his chest, turning to sit up.
He had much to attend to today.
With the heir's gentle assistance, he dressed, leaving Injia undisturbed as they exited the room as the door closed.
And Jia furrowed her brow in her sleep, plunging into a dream.
Before a low wooden cabin, a white-haired little girl impatiently awaited her fate.
It was a younger version of Inja.
The door creaked open, revealing an old beastman clad in a bare skin coat.
Young and Ja rushed forward, exclaiming, "I heard them say that if you no longer want me, I can stay to be taken care of.
" The old beastman glanced back at the low window, sealed with animal skins, and retorted, "You must have misunderstood.
Why would they want to keep an old fellow like me?" "Do not mistake me.
You are quite aged now.
Why not remain? You may perish," Shiaanja continued.
I cannot perish, the old orc replied.
Let us proceed.
I have many old friends, and there will always be a tribe willing to welcome us.
The old orc boasted, patting the bag on his back.
Today, my luck is splendid.
I have one so much that it will suffice for our journey.
Shiaoanja's gaze was immediately drawn to the large bundle of food.
Then, why not impart your card playing skills to me? That way, I took a win some fine treasures.
Ah, the or tribes may not be suitable for you.
When you grow up, you should reside in the human city states.
Such things may bring you trouble, be old or cautioned.
Shiaoanja followed closely behind him, inquiring, Why should I live among humans? Is it merely because I lack hair on my face? Yet among my peers, I am the most formidable.
You could attempt to befriend them.
Not every conflict must be resolved with a fist.
Why do you always change your tune? Did you not say that girls are more formidable and less likely to be bullied? That depends on the situation.
fist will only exacerbate matters.
Thus, the old and the young, conversed as they gradually moved away.
5 years later, Anja, now 15 years old and a 10th tier warrior, found the old orc had aged significantly.
His body had weakened, his skin resembling the gnarled bark of an ancient tree, as if only bones remained beneath.
His time was drawing near, his eyes struggled to open, and he could no longer walk.
Anja carried the frail orc across forests and rivers, arriving at the nearest orc city, intent on utilizing the method the old orc had spoken of to extend his life.
Upon reaching the city gates, the guard scrutinized Anja and the old orc on her back.
What is your business? I wish to enter the city to use the merit trial grounds to prolong his life.
Please allow me entry.
Anja bowed respectfully to the guards, still bearing the orc.
to the trial grounds for life prolongation.
You must be mad.
Leave at once.
We do not allow just anyone here.
One guard retorted, pushing Anja away.
Stumbling back a few steps, Anja's expression turned icy.
Her right hand instinctively reached to her waist, dawning the tigerclaw gloves.
The guard scoffed, "Oh, do you dare?" Bang! Before he could finish, the orc guard flew backwards like a ragd doll, landing in a heap.
The alarm bells rang within the city and a swarm of orc guards surrounded the pair.
The situation had indeed worsened.
What do you intend? A commanding orc stepped forward, eyeing the old and young.
His voice was stern.
This pairing does not seem to suggest trouble.
I seek to use the merit trial grounds.
Is it not said that all orcs may use it? Why should I be denied? Anja clenched her fist tightly, demanding loudly.
You a 10th tier warrior? The commander re-evaluated the seemingly dimminionive girl before him.
Anjia remained silent, her gaze icy and unwavering.
After a moment of contemplation, the commander gestured, "Let her pass.
" All Orcin may utilize the merit trial grounds.
Anjhao brushed past the commander with the old orc still on her back, stepping into the city.
The elderly orc lay feebly on his back, incessantly murmuring about the western lands near the human city where acceptance would be more forthcoming.
He advised against resorting to violence at every turn, assuring, "You need not worry.
You shall not perish, for I am here before the trial arena.
" Ana gently set down the old orc and retrieve the prepared materials.
A radiant light flickered and Anja vanished, leaving the old orc seated.
His gaze narrowed as he stared ahead.
5 minutes elapsed.
A ceruan glow ascended above the trial grounds, prompting gasps of astonishment from onlookers, both human and orc, eager to witness who had ascended to the rank of hero.
When Anjar reappeared, a smile graced the old orc's face.
It had already breathed his last.
In an instant, the scene shattered.
With a start, Ana awoke from her dream, gasping for breath.
Large tears streamed down her face, obscuring her vision.
After a considerable time, she managed to quell her sobs.
No need to fret.
I found a place that will welcome me.
I have a home now.
Outside, the sun shone brightly, and the air was fragrant with the scent of the rejuvenating spring nearby.
Outside her room, the newly arrived rabbit folk had begun their chores, tidying various areas of the territory.
"Master," a chorus of rabbit folk greeted.
"Good morning," Fong Hao replied, hastily departing, leaving behind several young rabbit girls who exchanged glances filled with joy and whispered among themselves.
Upon reaching the military district, Fong Hao observed Fireblade organizing the second tier troops to patrol the vicinity of their territory.
spotting Fong, how Fireblade approached, inquire of my lord.
Do you have any instructions? Not so much instructions as a matter to discuss.