Chapter 68: A Race Full Of...

’So these young masters bought orc women to have fun.’ Leon finally figured out the whole debacle.

It made him sigh in sadness. ’How can these arrogant young masters enjoy orc MILFs? They don’t deserve anything, not even human females.’

"Hey, why aren’t you saying anything?" The orc man who just questioned earlier frowned deeply. This young boy has been standing there quietly the entire time while admiring the women behind them.

"Ahh, forgive me. I was appreciating the women of your race. They are so amazing the older they get. I can’t imagine a giant orc elder of yours. Hmmm... she might taste amazing." Leon revealed his fantasies, his mouth watering.

The orc men were surprised to see someone would love the women of their race so much. Truth be told, they hated the women of their race the most; all of them were so ugly. However, they became mad at Leon’s covetousness for their elders, as among them were some women.

No one says anything weird about their elders!

"Human, watch your words! We have formed an alliance, but that doesn’t mean you can say anything about our race!" The leading orc man sternly warned Leon. "Just take these women you ordered. They might be used and unwanted, but they are perfect for you."

"Oh my." Leon was amused and said. "Do you discard your women like this?"

"Of course. Only the young virgins are enjoyable. As for them, they are just sows to continue providing warriors for us." One of the orc men to the side chuckled and answered. "So, don’t forget to send your virgin human girls you promised. The younger the better."

"Oho." Leon’s eyebrows raised. His smiling demeanor vanished, replaced with amusement. "You guys remind me of a certain great man of our world. His fame...is spread far and wide."

"Is it so?" The orcs felt their ego stroked, getting compared with a great being.

One of them asked, curious about this great being. If he were still alive, they would want to meet him. "Who is he?"

"His name is Jeffry Epstein. Someone you can’t meet or ever see." Speaking of this name, Leon shook his head in dismay.

However, the orcs took it in a completely different manner. They thought Leon was saddened for them. "It’s fine. We will remember his name."

Leon’s lips turned upwards. He understood this world practices underage marriages because of its circumstances, just like in the old times of human history.

Only after modernization and the end of constant war did this practice stop. Yet many underdeveloped areas still practiced it.

Leon wasn’t a saint who could bring such a cultural revolution; it was practically impossible in this world. However, he could stop those who abused this practice.

"Fellas, now let’s get on the topic." Leon said. "So, do you only have these amounts? I actually wanted a bit more."

"Huh?" the leading orc frowned as he recalled the order. "Didn’t you guys only want five? Why do you need more? I tell you, our women are a beast in bed. You boys will struggle with only them."

"Hahaha..."

Laughter echoed through the cavern, mixed with the women’s indifferent despair and Leon’s amusement.

"So, you won’t give me any more?" Leon broke the laughter by asking.

The orcs stopped laughing and sternly said. "No, we can’t. We are currently in need of them ourselves."

"Is that so?" Leon understood; they were in a new wave of farming. He was hoping they could lead him to their base or other hideouts to bring the orc women. However, getting an answer was more than enough.

"Then our deal here is done today." Leon said, walking toward them slowly.

The orcs were relaxed against Leon, as they didn’t feel any danger from him, and how strong a young boy could be?

Just as Leon got closer to them, one of the orcs noticed the badge on Leon’s cloth. A warning from the superior flashed before his eyes.

"Watch out! He is—"

The orc man’s warning cut short as Leon’s eyes flashed with fire.

"Flame Fang."

A tiger’s jaw made of fire emerged from the ground. Its heat instantly made the temperature rise in the cavern and lit up in its splendor.

Munch

The giant flame tiger ate the leading orc man, melting his body in a matter of seconds.

Thrud!!!

As the tiger’s jaw vanished, the bones of the orc fell to the ground, making crisp sounds.

"You bastard!" Without hesitation, one of the orcs pounced at Leon. They weren’t saddened by their leader’s death, as it meant they had the position to rise in power.

To do that, they had to kill Leon.

"So much greed." Leon shook his head in dismay and disappeared from the spot using [Lightning Steps].

The orc’s fist missed; instead, it created a gush of wind that blasted a part of the cavern.

Leon stopped at a distance. However, before he could unleash another set of attacks, a wooden club made of an unknown tree came from beside him.

"Hmm...I can’t move." Leon became surprised to feel his movement restricted.

From the corners of his eyes, he saw the last orc pressing his palm at him and murmuring in some unknown language.

’Witchcraft.’ Cynthia had told about another form of power system in the orc race—witchcraft. A cursed power that could put any target in any debuff-related status. From poisoning to cursing someone to death. It was a power system that the orcs borrowed from another race, which was at the top of the food chain—Witches.

However, learning curses meant you were incapable of training your body, becoming a warrior.

So, Leon’s main target became the orc who was using the curse. He had to kill him first.

But to do that, he had to distance himself from the other two.

"Frost Armor": Leon used the only skill that could block the club’s attack head-on, as the other two shielding skills were not suitable against physical attacks.

Taking Leon as the center, the temperature began decreasing at an alarming rate.