27~ Children without manners should be disciplined, you know.
“The slaves of the Orcs waged war against their masters?” On the road, Wenfu shivered as if only the soft, white thighs in her arms could bring her any warmth. “Isn’t Ruglien in great danger now??”
“On the contrary, compared to the previously solid orc tribes, the current state of internal consumption appears dangerous but is actually the safest time,” said Tillysha, walking at the front of the team and using the vast view to observe the surrounding dynamics.
“The slaves who are dissatisfied with the rule of the chief and the chief’s troops are battling so fiercely that each side’s firepower is attracted to each other, reducing their concern for outsiders,” said Tillysha, though even if their attention is reduced, the Orc armies will probably not ignore them.
The Orc Chief earlier was one of the rare knowledgeable individuals among the Orcs, knowing many principles and remembering part of history.
Human civilization depends on cultural inheritance. One generation develops a prototype, the next generation completes it, and thus, despite their short lifespan, humans can promote civilization and make progress in culture.
Orcs and Goblins are different. The former have basic intelligence but do not inherit any advanced civilization. They consider history useless and thus disdain it, rejecting civilization and enlightenment in favor of what they see as more immediate concerns.
The latter are just a group of cunning little devils who know only to snatch money, food, and women. Even the Orcs feel ashamed to associate with them.
The team moved forward with Tillysha leading with the map, Aistride observing Tillysha, Yimi using the Divine Analysis Technique to investigate nearby enemies in the middle of the team, Wenfu shivering close to Yimi despite the uselessness of looking around, fearing a cluster of Orcs, while Princess Filisia, carrying her luggage at the end, was rubbing her hands eagerly, hoping the Orcs would come so she could vent her desires.
“About 300 meters northeast, on the slope, life responses detected. Based on the wavelength feedback, it’s likely a small group of Orcs,” said Yimi, who had appeared to be goofing off all the time, sharing the information with everyone.
“O, Orcs?!” Wenfu fiddled with her skirt, as a non-combatant unable to help, she quietly moved closer to Yimi, thinking it might give her more security.
“Hey, we’ve finally waited.” Princess Filisia clenched her fists, excitedly licking her lips. “If I don’t move soon, my bones are going to crumble.”
“Hold on.” Tillysha put away the map and stopped the group. “Let’s first see if this group of Orcs belongs to the rebelling army or the chief’s tribe.”
“Does it make any difference?” In Princess Filisia’s eyes, Orcs are Orcs. Whether they are rebels or from the chief’s tribe, they pose a threat to humans.
Since they are threats, they should be treated equally.
“I hope to avoid bloodshed in any form if possible,” said Tillysha with a smile.
“Alright, as you say,” Princess Filisia’s words carried a hint of annoyance.
Granted with great talent and strength by the ancient dragon bloodline, the princess also received the accompanying negative effects. The family desires stacked are many times greater than that of ordinary humans.
With such a troublesome bloodline, Princess Filisia needs to find various ways to vent her annoyance and desires. Among these, killing is the most direct and effective way.
Of course, massacre isn’t the only way to vent desires, and desire doesn’t only manifest as destructive tendencies.
Knowing about this troublesome bloodline, fearful that her daily behavior might scare her teammates, she has been trying her best to conceal her abnormalities.
But despite this, the stacking of desires won’t disappear simply because of Princess Filisia’s awareness and thoughts.
The hormones produced by this troublesome body are constantly urging Princess Filisia to find ways to vent.
As matter determines consciousness and consciousness can act back upon matter, due to the body’s instincts, Princess Filisia often gets strange ideas that she cannot suppress.
Her gaze lingered on Tillysha’s back, her eyes flashing with peculiar colors.
Since it’s Tillysha’s condition not allowing her to indulge in slaughter, she might as well let her ‘vent’ on Tillysha.
Yeah, if she can’t withstand it tonight, she’ll sneak into her tent; it’s her fault she doesn’t remember anything after drinking last time.
The Brilliant Sun and Moon ascended the high slope, but they didn’t continue straight up. Instead, they crouched halfway up where sounds grew louder and soon enough, the Orcs’ carts they were pulling appeared within their field of vision.
These big muscled Orcs wearing armor were either pushing carts or holding weapons, guarding them.
The items piled on the carts Tillysha noticed were grains and dried meat chunks- the kind of food that could be stored for a long time.
This was the tribe’s grain transport squad.
Yet, for a logistics squad responsible for the rear, sending so few soldiers to watch over the grain was too careless. Did the tribe leaders not consider that their supplies could be intercepted?
From this, it can be seen that the leaders of these tribes actually do not understand warfare. Long-term peace and Orcs’ disdain for experience learning have made them completely ignorant of strategy.
Judging by their direction of movement, it seemed to be heading to the same place they were.
They were also heading to the front line, likely the grain supply logistics group of the Orcs’ frontline.
With no more thought, Tillysha, as she had done before, indicated for Aistride and the others to hide halfway up the slope while she advanced alone.
She walked gracefully, with no deliberate concealment of her intent. She actually wanted these Orcs to see her.
“Greetings, Mr. Orcs, good afternoon. We mean no harm and just want a brief dialogue,” said Tillysha, hands together in front of her chest, sincerely and friendly greeting them.
“We are from Coleman Forest, passing through and meeting you gentlemen marching. We’d like to inquire about some situations…” Tillysha continued, conveying her own emotions, attempting to pass her empathy to the Orcs transporting the grain.
The results were excellent. The Orcs clearly got Tillysha’s emotions. Upon seeing a fiery elf beauty hotter than the sun on this blazing plain, their eyes couldn’t focus on anything else, following Tillysha’s steps and hip sway.
“To all of you, you have your families and loved ones. You being forced to leave home and become tools of oppression isn’t your fault. I believe that each of you has a true and sincere kind heart,” Tillysha spoke like a praying saint.
The Orcs listened intently. Their looks thoroughly scanning Tillysha, and even licking their lips, revealing expressions that clearly showed they wanted to eat her on the spot, all their attention was on her.
“Hey, Aistride sister, can Tillysha really communicate with Orcs?” Wenfu shrunk back her ears, the Orcs’ gazes feeling increasingly off.
The Orcs were listening, but there was something off.
Aistride didn’t respond. While others might not understand, she understood these Orcs’ gaze perfectly well.
Just like the little picture books. No doubt, those books conveyed the meanings extremely vividly.
Aistride initially thought those authors were making it all up, but now, she had her doubts.
A somewhat indiscreet thought crossed her mind: Did the author of those picture books really experience some of the things depicted?
“Between us, there is no conflict of interest. I believe our most original intentions are the same.”
“Anything can be resolved if we sit down and listen to each other’s needs.”
“Rawrrrr!” The Orcs were evidently listening to Tillysha. If Tillysha understood Orc language at that moment, she would realize they were openly expressing their needs with shouts.
Without pause, one by one, they discarded their weapons and rushed towards Tillysha, eyes filled with greed and pure desire. Their pupils bled red from bl**d lust.
Their immense weight caused dust to rise with every step they took.
“Everyone, please don’t rush over. We can sit down and have a proper conversation,” Tillysha tried to reason. “I believe each of you has a heart as pure as pearl.”
“Rawrrrr! (This elf woman is my prize now!)”
“Rawr, Rawr, Rawr! (Move aside, I saw her first!)”
“Rawr! Rawr! (Grab her, take her!)”
“Everyone, please quiet down. Such behavior will give me a bad impression and cause misunderstanding,” Tillysha continued persuading gently.
“Rawr! (Her mouth belongs to me, the rest can go to you all!)”
“Rawr! Rawr! (Carrying this grain around every day, I’m all fired up!)”
“Rawr! Rawr! Rawr! (Mine first! I’ve been holding back for weeks! Back off!)”
“Rawr! (Her legs are mine!)”
“It seems like the negotiation has failed, let’s go, there’s work to be done,” Princess Filisia moved forward, blocked by Aistride.
“Tillysha alone should be enough, probably,” coldly said Aistride.
“You people…” Several others looked at Tillysha, who still maintained her gentle, warm smile, hands interlaced at the waist.
Though she couldn’t understand Orcish, through empathy, she could sense vaguely what these Orcs were expressing, and why they were quarreling.
She was giving a lecture, and not one of them listened to her. Now, they were discussing the partitioning of her limbs, without considering her wishes.
“Not disciplined enough, huh?” The vine on Tillysha’s right wrist subtly transformed, a sword of sharp leaves forming in her hands.
“Ignoring someone when they speak is very impolite behavior, don’t you think?” Tillysha smiled, raising her sharp blade of leaves.
“Haven’t your parents properly educated you about this?”
The Orcs fought, insulting each other, while Tillysha’s soft voice was easily drowned out by their rugged remarks. No one paid attention to the weak war prize, and even less cared about what she wanted.
“Such is…” Tillysha’s lips curved, but her eyes held no laughter.
“Untaught.”
She swung the sword, sharp leaves formed a storm, swallowing the Orcs and their arguing sounds.
It sounded like blades cutting through glass as a path was covered with fresh green leaves. The Orcs who fell upon this path were buried in the leaves with wounds all over their bodies, their bl**d drained by the leaves, making this path look like a green forest path anomalously appearing in the wilderness.
“Sooo…powerful!” Wenfu looked at the scene in shock, then checked her own hands. “Did one person just take out a group of Orcs in one go??”
She couldn’t even manage to give Tillysha a blessing in time.
Aistride was equally amazed.
“Ah, not a single one left, eh?” Princess Filisia watched the flattened path with regret, then reluctantly relaxed her greatsword.
Yimi acted as if it was completely normal, showing no surprise at all, and even yawned.
“Seems like asking for directions has failed.”
“Doesn’t matter. We have the map anyway. Even if there’s some bias, we’ll eventually find our way,” Tillysha laughed, recalling her flower-spoke long sword and didn’t mind at all.
She remembered what the Orc Chief had said before— indeed, not all Orcs were reasonable.
She was willing to communicate with any life form, as every existence has a spirit. But some evil things don’t need communication, but rather a little help.
These Orcs dying in a rhythmic fashion received their due.
Had she been anything other than Tillysha, a frail wooden elf maiden, these villains might have succeeded.
“What to do with these grains?” All the transport Orcs were annihilated, but the grains were still there. Killing and not looting is like wasted effort. Since they were here, they surely wouldn’t leave without benefit.
These grains were not of interest to Princess Filisia, but dried smoked meat that could store for a long period might come in handy when needed.
So, Princess Filisia casually picked up a few bags of dried meat that the Orcs couldn’t finish, and very politely bowed to the unconscious Orcs on the ground, saying “thank you.”
See, since they weren’t awake to object, that shows they had no objection.
If others weren’t so polite, why should they be? Grab what you can.
Other than that, there were also spices and seasonings on the cart, which they took along.
Even though they had their own seasoning, and maybe better ones, why not? After all, nothing tastes better than what belongs to someone else.
While shoving these looted items into her pocket, Princess Filisia felt an inexplicable joy.
“There’s not just the Chief’s patrol forces here, but also some slave rebellion forces. We can’t carry all this food, so just leave it here. Who has the good fortune will take it,” said Yimi indifferently. Anyway, elves don’t eat much meat, in this team, only Wenfu and Princess Filisia eat it. Let them decide.
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