Chapter 115 Orc Leader

Hei Wu Kai furrowed his brow. The soul force rejection phenomenon was a condition that both humans and the Eight Tribes detested deeply, whether it was congenital or acquired. Once someone had it, they were basically crippled.

"You might find it strange why I'm treated so well. Actually, I'm one of Da Ge's confidants. Reforms would touch on traditional conservative forces, and I help her understand the true situation of the Holy Sanctuary disciples. Da Ge genuinely wants to reform. Born with high aspirations but cut down before achieving them, who would have thought something like this would happen? Out of pity, she transferred me to the Rune Academy. But I, Wang Feng, am not a coward. Even if I can't fight anymore, I can still contribute my light and heat—working with runes, making magic potions, and even forging. I believe there's a purpose for my existence, and nothing can defeat me!"

At this moment, Old Wang thought about going home. Damn it, if once doesn't work, try twice; if twice doesn't work, try three times. He was determined to go back, and no one could stop him.

Hei Wu Kai could tell the truth from lies. He had already sensed that something was off with Old Wang's soul force earlier. The insect seed wasn't too big of an issue; the Eight Tribes didn't discriminate based on that. But he always felt something was amiss. He hadn't realized it was Wang Feng's pain. Thinking about it, anyone who was once a genius would find it hard to bear such a fate. And yet, he had forced him...

"Old Wang, I admit I was out of line. I did it!"

"Damn, Old Hei, actually, I should thank you. It feels good to vent. I won't accept my fate; I'll eventually find a solution. You don't look down on me, do you?"

"What kind of talk is that? Am I Hei Wu Kai, the type to do that? I make friends regardless of their fighting ability. Besides, no one can beat me anyway!"

"Haha, impressive! Cheers!" Old Wang was thrilled, sensing another reliable bodyguard in the making.

Hei Wu Kai refilled Wang Feng's cup, intending to clink glasses, when he noticed the bunny girl who had just served drinks coming back, accompanied by a tall beastman.

Hei Wu Kai recognized the guy—the owner of the Black Iron Bar, a powerful figure among the local beastmen.

Black Hand Tai Kun, who kept a group of idle beastmen, ran the bar and engaged in other gray-market activities. He also had unclear ties with human elites, and was known for his formidable combat skills, being a ruthless killer. He rarely showed up.

Beastmen indeed lived at the bottom, but their leaders were generally avoided by others.

Tai Kun approached with a serious expression, causing Hei Wu Kai to frown. This place wasn't very welcoming to non-beastmen, and it seemed trouble was brewing.

Hei Wu Kai stood up, "Tai Kun, this is my buddy. I brought him here. If there's any trouble, come after me!"

Tai Kun smiled, though his scars made it look particularly menacing. His towering, rugged frame was twice as large as Hei Wu Kai's. "Hei Wu Kai, huh? Are the Yaksas so impressive?"

Hei Wu Kai chuckled, "I'm Hei Wu Kai. Want to test me?"

"You're gutsy. You're the first to dare fight here without using soul force. I'm always ready, but not today. What's your friend's name?" The beastman clearly had Wang Feng in his sights.

Hei Wu Kai fought without weapons or soul force. To him, fighting and combat were different matters; otherwise, this place would have been shut down long ago.

"Wang Feng. Your place is nice, but the alcohol is weak." Wang Feng said.

Tai Kun bared his white teeth, and the surrounding beastmen watched the spectacle. This human was even more audacious than the Yaksas kid, insulting the boss right in front of him.

Hei Wu Kai relished chaos and didn't care. The rugged beastman paused, "So you're Brother Wang Feng. You seem like a straightforward fellow. I, Tai Kun, love making friends. Here, we have a bottle of twenty-year-old 'Highland Wild Warrior.' Now that's potent!"

Most of the bar served cheap beer, but there was also a high-end beastman liquor called Wild Warrior. Highland Wild Warrior came from the westernmost part of the Milla Tower Plateau, renowned for its spicy, aromatic flavor and wild, restless taste. Even in Datura Empire, it was famous.

A twenty-year-old bottle was quite rare, not because of the cost, but due to its scarcity.

Hei Wu Kai couldn't help but laugh, "You're not here to cause trouble?"

Tai Kun laughed heartily, "Cause trouble? Ha! Not everyone likes making friends!"

Tai Kun gave a subtle nod, and another sizzling bunny girl approached, making Old Wang really want to give a tug to check if it was real or not.

The two girls' gazes at Wang Feng had changed completely from their previous evasiveness; instead, they were now sending flirtatious signals. When they handed over the wine glasses, they lightly scratched Old Wang's palm with their pinky, clearly indicating an eagerness to be embraced.

Hei Wukai was also taken aback. What was going on?

He gained his fame through fighting and managed to get into this place, often coming here to play and spending lavishly. He is considered a notable figure in this circle, yet Tai Kun usually acts indifferent.

"Wow, bro, that's impressive!"

Hei Wukai was all smiles.

Old Wang was delighted at the good news, "Of course, I'm naturally likable. By the way, I have two Orc brothers, as close as blood, I'll bring them along next time."

Old Wang thought it was a hospitable custom of the orcs, so he politely reciprocated and enjoyed a drink with him.

Before he could even put the cup down, he heard someone from the adjacent booth chuckling and saying, "Tai Kun, you're really not giving face at all. Didn't you tell me you didn't have any Gaoyuan Kuangwu? You're stingy even when I ask for half a bottle, but today you're generous. Who's the esteemed guest? Let me take a look too!"

In the midst of conversation, a stout orc man, holding a goblet, approached from the neighboring booth.

"Ah, Zhan Cha Ban, the ordinary ones are gone, this is a twenty-year-old, is this what you're drinking?"

Azhan Chaaban is also one of the notable orc leaders in Aurora City. Any orc who conducts business in Aurora City, regardless of the scale, must report to him.

"Oh, so full of oneself, I must see who this distinguished person is," Azan Bancha glanced at Wang Feng, seemingly a bit puzzled, then his eyes lit up, and the flesh on his face jiggled with his laughter: "No wonder... This brother has an extraordinary demeanor at first sight!"

"My name is Azan Bancha, the orcs in the city all like to call me 'Azan the Debt Collector,' but in fact, I only collect debts, not lives. Come on, have a drink and let's be friends!"

Old Wang was open to all comers, but what kind of a scene was this?

Could it be due to my previous identity? It shouldn't be... That was just a minor figure in the Pu Group, how could they have such influence? Most likely, it's because I took in Kela and Wu Di.

Alas, orcs are simply starved for affection.

In truth, the majority of humans are reluctant to associate with beastmen, even those who engage in deep trade do so out of mutual exploitation. Old Wang, with great magnanimity, drank heartily, and to be frank, here, any race was more pleasing to Old Wang's eyes than humans.

Next to him, Hei Wukai couldn't help himself and asked suspiciously, "Do you all know him?"

"Didn't know each other before, but now we do!" Both Azan Bancha and Tai Kun shook their heads, yet when they looked at Old Wang, their faces were filled with smiles.

"We orcs make friends based on a certain kind of connection. Today, I feel a bond with this brother. Hei Kun, this one's on me, you're not allowed to take their money!"

"What nonsense are you spouting? This is my territory, do you think it's your turn to treat? That's a slap in my face, isn't it?" Tai Kun waved his hand grandly: "Later, I'll find you two of the hottest girls. The bill is on me today, drink and play as you please, and no one is allowed to leave until they're completely wasted! If people who don't know better hear about it, they might think I, Tai Kun, am stingy and unwilling to share a drink."

Hei Wukai stood by with a smirk, watching the performance of the two orcish actors. These two were seasoned warriors, yet here they were, being overly polite—what a waste of their skills.

... Recalling when he entered earlier, the two doormen let Wang Feng in without hesitation. He had thought it was due to his reputation with Hei Wukai, but now, upon careful reflection, although he has some fame on this street, it's not really that significant. At least, Wang Feng's reputation is much greater than his now!

Each circle has its own rules; not everywhere is might the key.

Beside him, Old Wang seemed calm, but he was actually at a loss. However, when Tai Kun mentioned drinking until they dropped, he suddenly remembered that Karida had asked him to come over for a work report the next morning.

"Damn it!" He slapped his forehead.

Tai Kun and Azan Bancha immediately looked at him with concern: "Brother, what's wrong? If you have any problems, just say so. This is our turf, no matter how big the issue, we'll handle it for you!"

"I just remembered that Karida asked me to see her early tomorrow," Old Wang said with a frown. "If I really get drunk, I'm going to get a serious scolding tomorrow..."

Hei Wukai, Tai Kun, and Azan Bancha were all taken aback. Princess Karida... They couldn't help him with this.

Tai Kun cleared his throat: "Brother, we're not afraid of anything else, but we can't help with the Death Roses. She values you..."

No one dared to casually mess with Karida; if she got angry, she could truly flatten the place.

Old Wang suddenly slapped the table hard, cursing in frustration: "Look at my stupid brain! I’m such an idiot!"

The three others thought he was angry about forgetting something important, exchanging glances, unsure how to respond. But then they saw Old Wang raise his glass with a smile: "How can we be distracted while drinking happily? Especially with good friends. Come on, let's drink!"

The three were stunned.

Hei Wukai couldn't help but laugh, "I told you he's interesting. Let's toast together!"

Azan Bancha and Tai Kun also raised their glasses with glowing faces: "That's the spirit! We orcs love this. Cheers! If we don’t drink until we drop, we’re not true friends!"

The four gathered around the table, and drinks kept flowing as if they were free.

Hei Wukai, Tai Kun, and Azan Bancha had impressive capacities, but they didn't expect that Wang Feng, despite being slim, could also hold his liquor, drinking like water, one cup after another.

As they drank, Old Wang loosened up. With Hei Wu Kai there, he wasn't worried about any assassins. The orc instruments were various war drums, long horns, and some unnamed ones that humans considered crude but had strong rhythms. Old Wang jumped up and started playing the drums.

By the time Tai Kun and the others wanted to stop him, it was too late. Humans... what were they doing?

As soon as Old Wang took over, the rhythm became more lively. The paused orcs immediately got even more excited. Old Wang spotted the long horn, which was very similar to the legendary "suona" from his past life. In the Nine Heavens, the first magical instrument of exorcists was the Doomsday Suona.