Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

Chapter 271 The Strange Habits of the Great Xia People: They Like to Pet Us

It turns out that the story started more than half a month ago.

At that time, the orc tribes in the Bone Mountains received a message from their people on the side of the Holy Humans.

The message mentioned a mysterious otherworldly human force called "Da Xia," and their technological weapons that could easily tear apart demons.

The Holy Human race used it with great success and won a great victory!

After discussing the matter, the chieftain and the tribe's leaders decided to send people to find the Great Xia, make contact with them, and conduct trade.

After careful selection, Grom, a centaur with extensive contact with various races, was chosen to go.

Let him lead a team to make contact with Da Xia, and if possible, trade back a batch of weapons.

Grom lived up to expectations, sending back a lot of useful information, especially about the amazing weapons of the Great Xia people, and also successfully conducted trade negotiations.

Hearing that there were so many unheard-of weapons, a large number of people were needed to trade and bring them back.

The old patriarch immediately arranged for his son, Warwick, a seventh-tier werewolf leader, and another seventh-tier winged warrior, Wokong, to be entrusted with this important task.

The tribe chose Wokong as their hired seventh-tier combatant.

Thus, Warwick led a thousand elite warriors from various races on an unknown journey to the Great Xia territory.

Faced with the patriarch's question, Warwick spoke in a deep voice.

They recounted everything they saw and heard after arriving at the Great Xia camp.

Alistar, the minotaur, stood to one side, occasionally adding his own vivid descriptions in his booming voice.

As they recounted their story, more and more of their fellow survivors gathered around.

When Warwick told them that the Bactrians had provided them with independent, clean barracks and plenty of food, they were overjoyed.

When there were large chunks of meat at every meal, the sound of swallowing saliva echoed through the valley.

Many orc warriors who had just experienced a bloody battle had rumbling stomachs and their eyes were starting to turn green.

"Really? They really have meat with every meal?" a young werewolf warrior couldn't help but ask, unable to believe his ears.

"That's right!" Alistar nodded vigorously.

"Not only is there meat, but also rice as white as snow, lots of vegetables and fruits we've never seen before, and a snack called 'spicy strips'!"

He smacked his lips, savoring the taste.

"That taste...is so much better than those sour fruits!"

"It's just that I feel uncomfortable every other day."

"A day later? Why do you feel unwell?" some members of the tribe asked, puzzled.

"Cough... Spicy Swallow." Alistar scratched his butt sheepishly.

Clan member: "???"

At this moment, a one-armed bear-man veteran suddenly asked in a hoarse voice:

"The Great Xia people...don't they withhold your food?"

This is something that all races would do when employing them.

Orcs can eat and they can work.

But those employers only see their astonishing appetites, ignoring the extra hard work they put in.

"Deduct?" Alistar grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth.

"Not only did they not cut back on our food, they were even worried that we wouldn't have enough to eat!"

He paused, his tone changing slightly, a light shining in his eyes.

"They were very friendly to us; it was a kind of...equal respect."

"Oh, and they also like to 'masturbate' us from time to time!"

Alistar scratched his head.

"Oh, that's what they call it. It's basically touching someone's head, like Annie's ears or the fox spirit's tail, which they really like."

Equal respect.

It is very popular and loved.

These two words plunged all the orcs present into a long silence.

They spent their entire lives fighting for survival, bowing down to other races for a bite to eat; they had never experienced this feeling.

Warwick continued his story,

"In the Great Xia territory, the Holy Humans, Elves, and Dwarves all sent delegations there, and they were not arrogant at all."

This news once again shocked their understanding.

In the continent of Terra, these three races are powerful races that stand at the top, yet they do not treat a new race with contempt.

Finally, Warwick took a deep breath and scanned every member of his tribe around him, including his father.

His voice lowered, becoming extremely solemn.

"A major event occurred shortly after I led my people to Daxia."

"The Demon Lord, Malphite, is dead."

"!!!"

"???"

The entire valley fell into a deathly silence.

The wailing sound of the wind blowing through the corpses could be clearly heard.

All the orcs, including the old chieftain, stared wide-eyed, wondering if they were hallucinating.

"Warwick! Who are you talking about?!"

The old patriarch rushed forward and grabbed Warwick's shoulders tightly with both hands.

"Morpheus?! The Morpheus who rules over all demons?!"

"Yes, Father."

Warwick spoke clearly, word by word:

"That's Murphy."

"He's dead."

"Impossible!" a half-orc elder screamed, his voice distorted.

"That's a peak seventh-tier being, a terrifying existence with one foot already in the eighth tier!"

"Only the Holy Human Dragon Knight Commander, relying on the power of Holy Light, can barely contend with him!"

"If it wants to escape, no one can stop it. How could it possibly die!"

Warwick did not refute; he waited quietly for the other person to finish yelling.

Doubts rose and fell in the valley.

The name of Murphy has been a nightmare that has weighed on the hearts of all races for nearly two hundred years.

After the noise subsided slightly, Warwick uttered his next sentence.

"They were blown up by the Great Xia people."

These words struck like a silent bolt of lightning over the heads of every orc.

Their minds involuntarily replayed the devastating artillery barrage they had just witnessed.

A centaur warrior who had just experienced the battle spoke hesitantly:

"But...but the shells you just used, while powerful and easily effective against demons below the fourth rank, were no match for fifth-rank demons..."

"I've noticed that unless the shells hit fifth-tier magical soldiers directly, the aftershocks of the explosions rarely cause them serious damage."

"Sixth-tier commander level? They can't even come close..."

His meaning was quite clear.

They couldn't imagine how terrifying an explosion would be needed to kill someone of Murphy's caliber.

"It's different," Warwick shook his head.

A trace of lingering fear appeared on his face.

"The people of Daxia use a different kind of weapon."

"After that thing explodes, a cloud will rise up..."

He spread his arms out to measure the size, only to find that his arm span was ridiculous.

He abandoned his gestures and instead pointed to a distant mountain peak.

"Do you see that mountain?"

"The pillar of light from its explosion was larger and thicker than that mountain!"

"At the moment of the explosion, a huge, rolling fireball rose into the sky, its top expanding to form a massive cloud, just like a giant mushroom!"

"Even though we were hundreds of miles away, we could feel that destructive power."

"Morpheus, along with his tens of thousands of demon troops, were either blown up or burned alive in that light and heat."

"A large area of ​​the Misty Forest is gone!"

P.S.: Thank you Flying Pangolin for the five bonus chapters! I'm adding this extra chapter as a special thank you!