Chapter 292 Substitute

Luo Luo? Or Obu Luo Luo?

A sharp glint flashed in Kela's eyes; she recognized the person before her.

The Obu clan, the direct descendants of the Beast God, whether in the North or South, whether aligned with the Nine Gods or the League of Blades, any orc who still worships the Beast God must acknowledge the absolute legitimacy of the Obu clan's bloodline.

And the fact that he had effortlessly subdued that berserk female orc was terrifying beyond Kela's imagination! It even made her feel that this orc prince already possessed a hint of Hei Wu Kai's imposing aura!

Undoubtedly, he was the prince of the Obu clan, and thus the prince of all orcs!

Throughout history, the Obu clan has never produced offspring with any other lineage. Any royal who breaks this rule, regardless of their status, faces only death, and the maternal line of their descendants would even be exterminated down to the ninth generation. They are the true golden clan, possessing the purest lineage of the Beast God, endowed with the most powerful talents of the orcs. He is likely the future king of the orcs!

Realizing who he was and feeling his overwhelming power, especially when he unleashed the immense royal orc aura.

Kela felt her legs trembling slightly, an innate bloodline suppression and sense of hierarchy made her somewhat lose control of her body, nearly forcing her to her knees.

Snap!

Soul power surged, overcoming her fear, and a lightning spear materialized in her hand. With a 'bang', it was firmly planted on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Using the spear for support, she steadied herself, and her gaze turned cold once more.

A mix of amusement and regret flashed in Obu Luo Luo's eyes.

"You are quite brave, to withstand the bloodline suppression." Obu Luo Luo withdrew his hand: "Since we're both orcs, I won't kill you today."

He took a step forward, and as he passed by Kela, he gave a disdainful glance, as if he were looking down at an ant: "But the next time we meet, it will be your death."

His light tone carried a god-like authority.

Kela's body, once steady, seemed frozen, stiff and unable to move, sweat poured down her forehead.

It felt like a lamb facing a lion!

It wasn't until Obu Luo Luo had gone far with his entourage, and the terrifying bloodline suppression was no longer felt, that Kela's body went limp, the lightning spear that was planted on the ground instantly disappeared, and she leaned against the nearby wall to barely stand.

She gasped for air, suddenly turned her head to look in the direction where Obu Luo Luo had disappeared, her bright eyes flickering, but not with fear, instead, a boundless fighting spirit and the courage to defy a 'god' surged within her.

Obu Luo Luo, ranked seventh among the top ten of the War Academy, but... is he really only seventh?

...

Kela's incident did not spread, after all, compared to the renowned generals on both sides, she was just an insignificant little figure, what everyone commonly calls cannon fodder.

No one would pay attention to the mockery suffered by an orc ranked over four hundred, people's attention now is more focused on the increasingly confrontational top ten experts on both sides.

Hei Wu Kai was the first Holy Sanctuary disciple to engage with the other side's top ten, his sword's might shook the heavens and the earth, greatly boosting the morale of the Holy Sanctuary, but the next two top ten confrontations were somewhat unsatisfactory for the Holy Sanctuary.

Aota, the Son of Winter, faced off against the Ghost Witch Elina, tenth against tenth.

The Ghost Witch Elina, a newly emerged expert from the War Academy, perhaps many would find the name Elina unfamiliar, but her master's lineage is quite famous.

Shadow Sect! A neutral sect that transcends major forces like the Nine Gods and the League of Blades, also one of the oldest existing sects on the Nine Heavens Continent, not concerned with origin, only talent, and even indifferent to the goals and positions of its disciples.

It is said that the sect's location stands on a mysterious island, except for the Shadow Sect's disciples who possess unique teleportation methods, outsiders simply cannot find it, they focus on the research of spatial witchcraft, pursuing the ultimate mystery of power, rarely recruiting disciples, but each one who comes out is often a prominent figure on the continent.

And the Shadow Sect disciple before Elina was Fu Liye from the Dark Hall!

Speaking of which, Elina can be considered Fu Liye's junior sister, her spatial witchcraft has already reached a level of perfection, in the battle with Aota, the result was Aota being played around, hitting air from start to finish, hardly ever touching Elina's clothes, although his tortoise-shell-like indomitable defense made it almost impossible for the other party to break through, but the indomitable defense has a time limit, passively taking hits is almost certain to lose.

The final outcome was that Aota fled in a disgraceful manner. Although he was not injured, the humiliating sight of him being chased out of Dragon City was witnessed by everyone, and his defeat was beyond doubt.

Another battle was between Maxwell from the Endless Abyss and the War Academy’s ninth-ranked Snow Princess Yu Cang (Xue Zhiyu).

The fight erupted outside Dragon City, and no one witnessed the course of the battle firsthand. All that was known was that the desert in the eastern suburbs of Dragon City was covered with a thin layer of ice within a radius of two to three miles, causing the temperature to plummet, making nearly half of Dragon City experience an early 'winter'!

It should be noted that this was a desert region during the hot season, where ordinary ice sorcerers could hardly use ice-based spells. Therefore, even if the ice surface formed during a prolonged stalemate, it was still shocking. Such frost talent was something even Xue Zhiyu, the Ice Spirit Princess, could not achieve.

Fortunately, facing such a formidable opponent, Maxwell managed to retreat unscathed. The large ice crystals were riddled with corroded holes, penetrating several feet into the sand below, densely packed like a honeycomb. The air was filled with a noxious stench, and even days after the battle, almost no one dared to approach the area.

One side wielded a frost domain, while the other was a poison-wielding alchemist. Both sides claimed victory, resulting in a draw. However, since Maxwell's ranking was higher than Snow Princess Yu Cang's, it seemed the Holy Sanctuary had slightly lost this round.

Out of the three battles between the top ten, there was one win, one loss, and one draw, leaving both sides evenly matched. However, the top three from the War Academy had yet to appear, clearly exerting pressure on the Holy Sanctuary. Including those ranked around two hundred, the Holy Sanctuary had more losses than wins. The disciples began to feel the pressure, and a tense atmosphere filled the Blade Fortress. Expectations for the battle in the Soul Illusion Realm were no longer as optimistic as before.

The only one who remained optimistic was clearly Old Wang.

While the outside world was in turmoil, Old Wang treated it purely as a vacation.

He wandered around the Blade Fortress, unable to go to Dragon City and finding the fortress itself too boring. Fortunately, there was a small market near the magic rail station a few miles away. Initially set up by the nearby Sand Clan as a resting place for merchants traveling to and from the Blade Fortress, it gradually grew in size and became known as Blade Town. Due to its proximity to the fortress, it had never been raided by 'bandits.'

Although not as large as Dragon City, it was very lively, offering food, drink, and entertainment. The local natives preferred this place over Dragon City, not only because the merchants in Dragon City had been spoiled by the intelligence agents, but also because everything here was cheaper, making it the most suitable place for the poorer natives.

The bar was quite nice, with an open wooden platform. The girls weren't particularly pretty, but the drinks were good and affordable, attracting many people, including soldiers on leave from the Blade Fortress.

Old Wang, the king of the drinking scene, naturally made his presence known. Over a couple of days, he had made many new friends, including a bearded lieutenant named Luther, who became quite close to him. While drinking, Luther confidently told Old Wang, "Brother, let me tell you, only outsiders go to Dragon City. The locals who know how to have fun come here! This place has been booming for over a decade, and prices haven't risen a bit. Countless merchants from the alliance have tried to squeeze in here, but they just can't make it. Guess why?"

"Outsiders can't adapt to the local environment?" Old Wang casually offered an answer.

Luther chuckled, "It's all thanks to Lord Yakray! According to the border treaty, soldiers from both sides are not allowed to go to Dragon City. But our soldiers in the fortress have such heavy workloads and training schedules, their nerves are constantly on edge. If they don't have a place to relax during their leave, they'd go crazy!"

Old Wang smiled and asked, "So, the rules about not raising prices and not allowing outside merchants to come here were all decreed by Lord Yakray?"

"Exactly! A couple of years ago, some wealthy merchant from the mainland, who knew a couple of council members, got all cocky and tried to consolidate the shops here, building several rows of houses. But Lord Yakray ordered two squads to come with hammers and flatten everything. And you know what? Those council members didn't dare to say a word!" Luther patted his chest, his eyes filled with admiration. "Our Lord Yakray is fiercely protective of his own! He truly cares for his soldiers, treating us like his own sons. That's why no one who comes to the Blade Fortress ever wants to leave. We're all determined to stay here for life. You might see us acting like ruffians when we're out having fun, but when Lord Yakray gives an order, not a single one of us would hesitate to climb a mountain of swords or jump into a sea of fire!"

Old Wang listened with great interest. Being protective was good, a great habit! He himself was quite short...

But how could he get close to this Lord Yakray and have him protect him as well?

Just as he had this thought yesterday, he was summoned by a messenger the next morning.

"Wang Feng, go to the command post," the messenger, a lieutenant who seemed to be of high status, likely one of Yakray's close associates, said indifferently as he glanced at Wang Feng. "Lord Yakray wants to see you."

Kela, Winnie, Mo Tong, and Fan Tesi, who were still in the room, all stared at Wang Feng in surprise. Fan Tesi worriedly said, "Feng, trouble's brewing! It must be because you've been indulging in food and drink every day, tarnishing the Holy Sanctuary's reputation..."

"Ah Xi, you've been having more fun than I have," Old Wang retorted, giving him a look. If anyone was to criticize him, it certainly wouldn't be Ah Xi. "If there's any punishment, it should be for you! I'm already at the bottom of the rankings, with no room to fall further. Besides, I'm non-combat, so I have the right to let things slide. But you don't!"

"Wang Feng, where's your face?" Winnie and Mo Tong asked in unison. In the first few days, they had genuinely believed Old Wang was training Fan Tesi, but now they were well aware of what the two had been up to in the Blade Fortress. Yet, Old Wang could still say such things with a straight face.

"Face?" Old Wang touched his cheek and sighed in relief. "It's still on my face, isn't it? Look at you all making such a fuss, you scared me for a moment, thought it had flown away!"

...Following the lieutenant to the command post.

It was a three-story ordinary building, no different from the surrounding houses. Even inside the lobby, the decor and furniture were simple and plain, much more modest than expected.

The hall was bustling with hurried officers, most wearing rank insignias, starting from lieutenants. Even in their haste, people couldn't help but glance curiously at Wang Feng. It had been over a month since the Holy Sanctuary disciples had reported here, and this was the first time someone had been brought directly to the command post.

"Who's that kid?"

"It seems to be Wang Feng, the one who invented the fusion rune."

"Oh, I see..."

Many people’s faces lit up with understanding, and their looks at Old Wang turned noticeably more teasing.

Old Wang initially thought it was no big deal, but after those who saw him whispered among themselves, the strange glances they gave him made him feel a bit uneasy.

One should always be prepared for the worst, even in good times.

Looks like everyone here knows me... what’s the deal?

On the third floor of the command center, the lieutenant brought Old Wang to the innermost room, where the door was slightly ajar.

Knock knock knock.

"Sir, Wang Feng is here."

"Let him in."

The lieutenant quietly opened the door and motioned for Wang Feng to step in.

The room was bright, with transparent glass all around. At the center stood a massive sand table, four meters long and three meters wide, depicting all the terrain around Dragon City with some simple building models and colored triangular flags, likely symbolizing the troop deployments of both the League of Blades and the Nine Gods.

Yakray stood before the sand table, hands clasped behind his back, studying something. When he saw Wang Feng enter, he turned around, his piercing eyes exuding authority that seemed to hold life and death in his hands, enveloping Wang Feng.

Old Wang’s face grew stern, and he stood up straight: "Report, sir, I'm here!"

Yakray stared at him intently. Old Wang’s face was calm, but he felt a bit uneasy inside.

Hey, if you’ve got something to say, spit it out. There's nothing on my face, why are you staring at me?

The tension in the room thickened. After looking at him for a long time, Yakray finally relaxed his imposing aura slightly.

"A clear heart knows no fear. Good, very good!" Yakray’s stern expression softened a bit: "I thank you on behalf of all the warriors of the League of Blades!"

Old Wang was stunned. These two things didn’t seem connected at all... What is he thanking me for?

"Ahem... this, you..." Old Wang coughed lightly and widened his eyes: "What do you mean?"

Yakray smiled slightly: "The courier you created, the Snow Queen, has the potential to save countless lives."

"Huh?" Old Wang, who had been tense, finally relaxed, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, and the world suddenly seemed vast and open: "Haha! You're too kind! I, Wang Feng, was born and raised in the League of Blades, and my loyalty lies with the League! These are all things I should do as a member of the League of Blades!"

The Sword Demon and Sister Da clearly didn’t see eye to eye. Faced with Old Wang’s self-praise, they neither stopped him nor laughed, just nodded calmly: "The gratitude is personal. I brought you here for something else."

"Sir Yakray, just say it!" Old Wang remembered the 'favoritism' mentioned by his lieutenant friend at the bar and was afraid the old man didn’t owe him any favors. He patted his chest and said: "You defend the border, toil tirelessly, and safeguard the peace of the League of Blades. You are one of the people I respect the most! If there's anything I can do, just say the word!"

Yakray smiled, neither confirming nor denying: "We’ve received orders from higher up. Though I’m not entirely on board with this underhanded tactic, I can understand it... You’re off the hook for the Soul Illusion Realm. I’ve found a substitute for you. He will go in your place."

Yakray pointed to a small door next to the command center room: "From now on, you stay there, don’t meet anyone until the Soul Illusion Realm matter is over. Everything else, I have arranged."

Old Wang was overjoyed.

What could be safer than the command center’s back room? Damn it, I knew it! I’ve given my blood, sweat, and effort for the League of Blades—I’ve earned my keep! No one can afford to lose me.

"Thank you, thank you!" Old Wang didn’t hide his joy. Honesty and sincerity were his guiding principles. He asked happily: "What about the others from Rose? Should they also come here and hide now?"

"Of course not." Yakray was slightly taken aback and looked at Wang Feng strangely: "This battle is pivotal. If the League of Blades performs strongly enough, it could even bring ten years of peace. Key fighters from the Rose team, like Hei Wu Kai and Winnie, are vital assets to the Holy Sanctuary. How could they be absent?"

Old Wang’s smile stiffened slightly, and he opened his mouth.

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