For those willing to support, here's the link:
patreon.com/GodofGreed
I am now back to 29 thanks for the support guys đ€§
*****
This matter had been on his mind since that day, but the constant migration and escape left him no time to think deeply about it.
"Except for the Orc King Krel, in the Orc Kingdom, only the Red Blade Clan has an Orc Sword Master who has reached the first level of the Legend. According to the Orc inheritance system, the legendary sword should be in the hands of that Orc Sword Master." Victor's eyes narrowed.
He also used a sword, but the Barbarian Royal Court had always been very poor, and even the number of top-level equipment was very small. In the Royal Court, only the most powerful generals and himself had a full set of top-level equipment.
He was the well-deserved king of the barbarians, the strongest barbarian in thousands of years. As a second-level legendary powerhouse, he did not even have a legendary item.
Although the top-level sets used could be regarded as the best among the top, the whole set together was not worth one-tenth of the value of even the most common legendary items.
"Powerful weapons should be controlled by the strong!" Victor made a decision.
He must get that legendary sword.
However, the Orc Kingdom was a powerful force before. Before the death of Orc King Krel, few forces on the mainland dared to tease the tiger's whiskers, and there were also many allies.
In addition, since he is now a member of the Pan-Continental Race Alliance Army, Victor naturally has to be more cautious. He cannot blatantly steal it but must 'borrow' it.
As for whether he still doesn't pay it back after borrowing it, isn't that up to him?
On the same day, Victor left the royal court and headed north in hiding.
The Orc Kingdom is not far from the Albit Kingdom, and the straight-line distance is less than 70,000 kilometers. Victor used a top-level teleportation item and quickly reached the territory of the Orc Kingdom.
The Orc Kingdom is called a kingdom, but that is only for outsiders. In reality, it still adheres to a tribal system.
Led by seven major clans and surrounded by hundreds of smaller clans, a country was established.
The seven major clans were all great clans that once produced legendary orcs. Nowadays, although many clans have lost their legendary strongmen and are somewhat in decline, their heritage remains profound. The number of master-level orcs is at least in the double digits.
Among them, the tribe from which Orc King Krell was born was the Bloodscar Clan, which was also the strongest clan in the original Orc Kingdom. After Krell's death, the strongest clan became the Red Blade Clan, led by the legendary Orc Sword Master.
---
Red Blade Clan â the core of the tribe, Red Blade City.
In a quiet room...
The orc sword master, who was meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, and invisible sword energy swept out.
From the shadows, a majestic figure about 2.67 meters tall clapped his hands, laughed, and said,
"As expected of the Red Blade Sword Saint Taylorâhis perception is sharper and more powerful than mine."
"Barbarian King?" When the orc sword master Taylor saw the face of the visitor, he immediately became vigilant and placed his left hand on the hilt of his sword.
Victor inadvertently glanced at the dark red sword on Taylor's waist. He did not sense a powerful aura from it. Instead, it felt just like an ordinary sword.
But because of this, Victor smiled.
As a legendary swordsman, how could Taylor use an ordinary sword?
Only the hidden aura of legendary items could prevent a strong person like Victor from noticing anything unusual.
"Victor, what are you doing here?" Orc Sword Master Taylor asked cautiously.
With the death of the Orc Kingdom's Majesty, the kingdom was beginning to show signs of splitting apart.
The remaining six orc clans each had their own agendas, and conflicts had been constant in recent years.
Under such circumstances, the Barbarian King sneaking into this placeâhow could Taylor not be vigilant?
If he didn't draw his sword on the spot, it was only because he lacked the strength to defeat Victor and had to suppress the impulse.
"I'm here to talk to you about how we barbarians and you orcs will survive in the future," Victor said with a kind smile.
---
A few hours later, Victor left the Red Blade Clan, satisfied.
When he left, he carried a dark red, simple sword more than two meters long on his back.
Using the teleportation item, he quickly returned south to the Barbarian Royal Court.
Only then did Victor allow his expression to relax. Unable to contain his joy, he laughed wildly several times.
"Taylor is quite stupid and naive. He thinks the contract is absolute. He is really stupid, hahaha."
Why was the orc sword master foolish?
Victor first discussed the continent's current situation with Taylor, then introduced how the two groups could survive in the future, before proposing a deeper alliance and signing a contract.
For the Orc Kingdom, which was currently in turmoil, and the Red Blade Sword Master, who had been pushed into the spotlight, how could they refuse the goodwill and alliance offered by the Barbarian King in the Alliance Army?
One must understandâthe Orc Kingdom's forces were not far from the Crimson Nest. After digesting the northern territories, the Crimson Nest army could march into the central continent at any moment, posing a serious threat to the Orc Kingdom.
At that time, their former allies in the Alliance Army might become one of the butcher's knives reaching for them.
Because of the Orc King Krell's power, the Orc Kingdom occupied a large number of resource-rich territories and mineral veins, accumulating great wealth. Many forces were envious.
The deepened alliance and mutual advancement-and-retreat covenant that Victor proposed at this time could provide the orcs with an additional way out.
After securing the alliance, Victor explained the Barbarian Royal Court's current difficulties, including the threat posed by the Black Wing Lair, before revealing his true purpose.
Victor requested that Taylor lend him a legendary item from the Orc Kingdom to deal with the threat from Black Wing Lair.
After successfully repelling the Black Wing Lair, he would return the item.
Of course, the Orc Sword Master was not foolish. He shook his head and refused. How could such a precious thing be lent out so easily?
While rejecting the request, he also stated that the Orc Kingdom could support the Barbarian Royal Court by sending orc warriors to fight against Black Wing Lair.
At that moment, Victor took a roundabout approach, sighing regretfully that this battle was not about the strength of ordinary warriors but the lack of powerful individuals who could stand against the Black Dragon Lord. If Taylor, as a sword master, was willing to fight the Black Dragon Lord alongside Victor, there would be no need to borrow legendary items.
The orc sword master found himself troubled. Both parties had already signed a mutual advancement-and-retreat covenant, and it had been witnessed by the divine side of their respective gods.
If he went back on his word now, he would not only offend the other party but also face divine punishment.
The divine side of the gods often operated based on pre-established laws rather than direct intervention by the gods themselves.
With information and prayers constantly pouring in from believers across countless planes in the star world, even gods could become distorted or lost in them.
But if Taylor were to face the Black Dragon Lord alongside Victor, he would need legendary items from the Orc Kingdom just to stand a chance against the first-level legendary dragon.
Would he dare?
Even with a legendary sword?
While legendary items could greatly enhance one's power, Taylor's own strength remained the same. Even if he activated the legendary sword's power, he could barely exchange a few blows with Victor. But once the sword absorbed its energy, his death would be certain.
Fighting personally carried an extremely high risk of death. But refusing to fight, given the alliance, meant he had to contribute something.
Under mounting pressure, Taylor finally agreed to lend out the legendary sword. To ensure its return, he and Victor signed an additional contract specifically for the item's loan and return.
Victor naturally dared not violate this contract.
So why did he still mock Taylor's foolishness?
Because Taylor never considered that while Victor could not violate a contract witnessed by the gods, he could still 'solve' him.
"After the turmoil with Black Wing Lair is settled, I'll find an opportunity to kill Taylor." A cold glint flashed in Victor's eyes.
When the time came, returning the legendary sword?
Fine. He would return it. If he took the legendary sword and threw it on Taylor's corpse, would that not count as returning it?
Once the contract ended, he would simply pick up the legendary sword from the body.
Taylor may have suspected something but likely never imagined that the Barbarian King Victorâhis so-called allyâcould be so ruthless.
"Lord Black Dragon, I want to see how powerful you are. You can actually scare that highly and mighty elf bitch, Denise, into being like this." Violence flashed through Victor's pupils.
He didn't expect to kill the Black Dragon Lord. This kind of thing was completely thankless. Victor was not that stupid.
Victor's idea was to teach the other party a lesson and take the opportunity to force him to sign a contract.
---
Dragon Pond...
The huge black dragon was in some distress.
"What is the true meaning of legend?" I fell into deep thought.
It had been several months since I reached the peak of level 19. In these few months, in addition to digesting those legendary corpses and practicing spiritual martial arts and spells, I also spent a lot of time pondering the true meaning of legend.
But after a few months, I still had doubts about the so-called true meaning of the legend.
There were various interpretations of the true meaning of legend in the Dragon Legacy.
Law fragments, Mysteries, Rules of world operation, Framework echoes, Conceptual anchors, Origin permissions, Dimensional protocols, Eternal constraints, Core permissions, Existential axioms, Causal chains, Heaven's static code, Origin pulses, truth anchors, Forbidden truths, Chrono-laws, Soul-route pathways etc.
But explanations were just explanations, and I was completely unable to understand how to comprehend and get started.
Some things are indescribable and need to be understood.
As for me, what I hate most is this kind of unclear reality, which makes me feel very uncomfortable. Especially when pondering my past life, it seems logic decided to take a nap here.
However, although I encountered difficulties in comprehending the true meaning of legend, as the feast progressed, my strength continued to steadily improve.
Even if I never understand the true meaning of legend, with my talent for void feasting, I can still find an alternative path.
Therefore, although I was trapped by the legendary truth, I was not troubled and could still think calmly and rationally.
Many talented and powerful people have been trapped here for centuries or even millennia. I have only been here for a few months, so there is no need to be impatient.
"Master, the Barbarian Royal Court has declared war on us," the head maid, Sophia, said softly.
Sophia's voice brought my thoughts back to reality, and I said casually,
"Isn't Skye already ready for war? Let the Black Wing Legion show their face in front of all the forces on the mainland. When the Barbarian King can't bear it anymore, I will naturally take action."
It's not that I looked down on the Barbarian Royal Court. On the contrary, I was very cautious.
By entering the battlefield late, I can see things more clearly, and I won't be so passive.
Once you are the first to enter the game, you become extremely passive because all your actions are exposed on the surface, and enemies in the shadows can think of various ways to deal with you.
Moreover, the subordinates are trained to share the master's burdens.
"Yes." After receiving the order, Sophia nodded and excused herself, then informed Skye, who was waiting for news from his master.
"Understood." Skye grinned, a bloodthirsty light flashing in his eyes.
This time, he would also play.
Although he had been managing the Black Nest, don't forget that he also climbed up from the bottom and fought his way up.
---
One day laterâ
According to the weather, there will be heavy rain tonight.
Wilderness North.
This place was originally the residence of the centaurs. Since the centaurs surrendered to the Black Wing Lair, only some wild monsters and beasts remained here, lost and confused.
But today, with the arrival of the violent Black Winged Familiars, the northern part of the wasteland became silent.
With a click, thick white thunder streaked across the sky, casting an inky shadow over the densely packed Black Winged Familiars.
The heavy rain poured down, making the hair and scales of the Black Wing family members wet.
In the rain, their strong bodies and clearly audible heavy heats beating like drums made them seem like demons emerging from the abyss.
But starting tonight, they would prove to themselves that even the demons of the abyss were not more terrifying than them!
Each military mage silently recited spells, released their magic eyes, and carefully observed the wasteland's conditions.
Through the eyes of magic, the Black Wing mages accompanying the army found the barbarians ambushing there and identified their identities.
The largest number were the 'Black Jars'âwarriors wearing heavy black armor, each over two meters tall. These were the backbone of the Barbarian Royal Court, the barbarian berserker warriors.
On the battlefield, a barbarian berserker who fell into a state of madness was absolutely terrifying.
They tore apart monsters with immense strength, and the heavy black armor they wore was mixed with black gold, allowing them to completely ignore most weak physical and magical attacks.
The second most numerous were the long-haired blue rhinoceroses, each covered in thick, rough blue fur. These were war monsters domesticated by northern barbarians. They had tough hides, thick flesh, and could also possess frost based spell-like abilities.
Finally, there were the relatively rare barbarian wolf riders. They rode snow wolves from the northern region, which were quite different from the wargs ridden by the gray-furred jackals of the wild tribes.
Wargs were strong and powerful, excelling in melee combat, while snow wolves were more agile and, like the long-haired blue rhinoceroses, could also wield frost-based spell-like abilities. They were popular monsters.
If one had to compare wargs and snow wolves, the snow wolves would definitely be stronger.
The rain poured heavily, and combined with the pitch-black night, it almost obscured physical sight.
When the military mages of the Black Wing Legion discovered the barbarians' traces, the spellcasters on the barbarian side also located the Black Wing Legion.
Barbarians had very poor talent for learning spells, but with enough numbers, a batch of spellcasters could always emerge.
"Attack!"
The command thundered through the night, carried by the deep, guttural voice of a towering kobold warlordâfive meters tall and clad in obsidian-scales. His roar was not a call to battle. It was a declaration of annihilation.
Rain lashed down in sheets, drowning the land in cold darkness. But through that curtain of water surged the Black Wing familyâtall, monstrous figures with glistening black scales and wings tucked tight against their backs. Each bore titanic weaponsâswords as broad as tombstones and hammers forged to shatter mountains. The ground quaked beneath their charge, the rhythmic pounding of their feet rising like war drums, louder even than the storm.
From the shadows, the barbarians emerged like beasts unchained, their war cries splitting the night. Their ambush, timed to perfection, met the oncoming Black Wing warriors with primal fury.
The distance between the two armies vanished in heartbeats.
Now face-to-face, warriors on both sides could see the madness in each other's eyesâthe spittle flying from snarling mouths, the yellowed fangs gritted with hate, the frayed flesh still clinging to blood-crusted weapons from past battles.
Thenâcollision.
Steel met flesh. Bone cracked. Blood sprayed in crimson arcs across the muddy field.
It was not battle. It was slaughter.
The ground writhed under the weight of bodies grappling in blood-soaked fury. Screams of agony, of rage, of dying men rose in a terrible chorus. Limbs were torn from sockets. Guts spilled like coiled ropes onto the mud. The earth drank deep of the carnage.
Above, the heavens became another front in this hellish war.
Thousands of gray eagle-like monstrosities erupted from the rear of the Black Wing Legionâwinged humanoids with talons and predator eyes. They soared into the sky with terrifying grace, then twisted midair to rain death from above. Arrows, black-feathered and barbed, sliced through the rain like falling stars. Each one found its mark with surgical crueltyâpiercing eyes, throats, joints, and skulls. Berserkers dropped where they stood, twitching like puppets with cut strings.
Even the mighty blue-furred rhinocerosesâbarbaric mounts ten meters tall and built like siege enginesâhowled in agony. Arrows embedded in their skulls and eyes turned them into uncontrollable juggernauts, rampaging blindly through their own lines and crushing friend and foe alike beneath hooves the size of tree trunks.
The barbarians, though grounded, were not defenseless.
Bellowing war chants, the barbarian axe throwers formed up in response. Their arms bulged with supernatural might, veins pulsing like braided steel cables. With primal force, they hurled axes skywardâeach blade spinning with deadly intent. A few Gray Eagle warriors, too bold or too slow, were cleaved from the sky, their shrieks lost to the storm as their broken bodies smashed into the mud below.
Still, the bloodbath intensified.
Every second claimed a dozen lives.
Heads flew from shoulders. Entrails slithered across the dirt. Rain turned to red mist. A berserker tore out a Black Wing soldier's throat with his teeth before being impaled through the chest by a twin-bladed pike.
But the tide was turning.
Despite their ferocity, the barbarians faltered. Their lines buckled under the relentless advance. The Black Wing elites fought like demons unleashed, their strength unholy, their discipline ironclad. Where one fell, three more pressed forward, blades gleaming with blood and rain.
The war raged on.
Soon, the battle's outcome became clear.
The high-ranking powerhouses of the barbarian army looked at their faintly crumbling forces, their faces darkening.
They watched with grim expressions, their gazes hardening as they surveyed the field. The earth trembled beneath the weight of their dying.
In an effort to save face, the Barbarian Royal Court had dispatched several of its most elite legions. The weakest soldiers were fourth-level professionals, while elites like the Barbarian Snow Wolf Cavalry were uniformly high-level professionals.
*****
Thanks, you can read up to 30 chapters ahead on my Patreon.
patreon.com/GodofGreed