Chapter 21 – Still Can’t Resist the cr*p, Huh
Oh no, what is he doing?!
It wasn’t until the pebble left his hand that Dillin regained his senses.
Drawing the attention of this orc would only result in one more limbless body on the spectator’s seats—pointless.
What could he possibly do? Not even a one-for-one ultimate exchange was within his grasp. Isn’t this just handing it to him on a silver platter?
“Plat!” Regardless of what Dillin was thinking at that moment, the fact that the pebble accurately hit the bald orc’s big head was undeniable.
Dillin’s body stiffened, even forgetting to run away. However, the truth proved that he was being a bit overly self-conscious; this stone couldn’t even break through the orc’s defense, let alone give him even a bit of sensation. Or perhaps, the orc was in a state of ‘bloodrage,’ too preoccupied to deal with any other matters.
He had a certain air about him that even if someone were to chop at him with an axe from behind, he would still finish what he had to do first.
Looking into the orc’s eyes, everything became clear.
This guy was utterly out of his mind.
Whether or not to sh**t seemed irrelevant at this point. Dillin could only feel that if this orc were to feel any pain, he would lash out at this young Gold Elf girl…
There was no course of action left. If he waited until his firearm overheated completely, the innocence of this little one would be all but lost. There was no way Dillin could simply grab a stick and go hit the orc – one slap of his would just send him flying.
Was there truly nothing left to be done? No, there was at least one thing Dillin thought was worth trying.
But…
Should he really intervene to save her?
Dillin went silent.
He’d already experienced being snubbed by an elf once.
The Moon Elf clan, being a rare breed, highly values their own kin and absolutely does not tolerate interference from outsiders.
Helping these haughty long-ears was not worth the effort, to put it lightly. Not to mention, he might get hit again for his troubles.
Good intentions don’t always equal good outcomes. Having learned this lesson already, Dillin knew he shouldn’t meddle, that it was beyond his capability to help.
Just as he was wavering, that ugly brute had already reached for his trousers!
He spat out the cigarette b*tt in his mouth, stepping on it to extinguish it.
Whether it was about overreaching or climbing too high, how they wanted to interpret it was their business. Choosing to save someone was his own decision.
No longer hesitating, Dillin pulled out the hairpin.
Seeing this ‘trophy’ that was now completely incapacitated, the orc couldn’t contain his excitement and was about to rip off the last ‘obstacle.’
The gleam in those tiny eyes was brimming with vulgar desire, an unstoppable, indescribable flame that seemed to be scorching his body, driving him to unleash all his fire upon his trophy. It was his deserved reward; no one could possibly stop him!
At the last second, the muscular orc gave an unexpected shake as a completely impossible scenario occurred: the beast, burning with lustful anticipation, suddenly halted in motion.
It wasn’t because he had a change of heart and regretted his action. No, it was because he had caught a scent that made his instincts go wild.
He suddenly turned around, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets as he let out a high-pitched, excited howl upon seeing the nervous gold-haired elf behind him.
It worked…
Tillysha, witnessing this scene, fell into contemplation.
Even among elves, there were differences. The smell of gold elves evidently had more allure for orcs than that of moon elves. What principle was involved in this?
However, it was obviously not the time to satisfy her curiosity.
After emitting that howl, the orc’s eyes turned red, abandoning the paralyzed moon elf girl and using both hands and feet to dash toward her.
Even in a different world, the dog still couldn’t resist cr*p, huh…
Seeing this, Tillysha did not take off running immediately but instead stared at the rushing orc for quite some time.
She wasn’t frozen with fear. She was calculating…
Given the orc’s height, that ‘thing’ was approximately… so long.
Tillysha tilted her little head, using her small hand to gesture the length, then looked at her own flat little belly.
The conclusion was: it wouldn’t fit. No matter how she thought about it, it wouldn’t fit!
And that kind of thing? Absolutely not!
Just imagining it, Tillysha’s face turned pale, and she resembled a frightened little rabbit. Finally, she stopped just standing there in silence.
Run!
Tillysha turned and bolted.
But how could her little legs possibly outrun those long legs of the orc?
That paralyzed unawakened goddess girl was one; she was also one!
After running only a few steps, the orc was about to catch up to her!
No way!
A layer of moisture formed in Tillysha’s gem-like beautiful eyes.
Could it be that after reading too many elf and orc doujinshis in her past life and imagining herself as a orc too many times, the elf goddess was upset and decided to let her experience an immersive role-play this time?
But that didn’t make any sense, did it?
“Ah, calm down! Mr. Orc, I’m actually a male. Male!” Tillysha pleaded, pleading while running. “Your taste shouldn’t be this bad, right?”
Who knows what happened next. After hearing these words, the orc didn’t slow down at all but ran even faster!
What’s going on here?!
There was no more time to think about it. Tillysha could already feel the orc behind her; his dirty hands were almost reaching her hair!
No!
It was just when she was about to be caught and pushed down that Tillysha remembered that she didn’t lack in magical tools entirely.
“Flashbang!” Tillysha fished out the life-saving item from her pocket, pulled off the silver tube, and smacked the contents onto the orc’s face.
A thunderous boom sounded out. The orc saw nothing but white flashes before his eyes, followed by complete silence as he lost all hearing. His eyes were nothing but blinding white.
In this state, he crashed forward, unaware that he had strayed far from his original path. After breaking several trees, he fell on the ground, rolling around in an awkwardly disheveled manner several times.
