The Slippery Tribe is the second largest tribal group in the Orcish Kingdom. It consists of many hairless Orcs, or some Orcs with scales, such as crocodile people and snake people.

How should we describe the situation in the Orc Kingdom?

In short, it's a "tribe"... No, if it's a tribe, it's easy to think of an uncivilized primitive tribe, but that's not actually the case. This place is not backward.

It could even be said that because the resources were abundant and the population was sparse, even with few people involved in production, they could still maintain good living conditions... They could hunt, gather fruits and grains as long as they went out.

Stepping out of the house and into the jungle, there are edible things everywhere. The ancient sacrificial tree is not very popular because it is troublesome to process... but it is plentiful and filling, so many people still eat it.

Wild beehives and honey are easy to find, and it's easy to hunt a deer or roe deer. Even delicious magical beasts can often be seen in the forest.

Therefore, the abundant material conditions led to a pursuit of spiritual fulfillment, and various temples, monasteries, and all kinds of religious sites were born on this land—the slippery tribe has relatively fewer of them, but the fluffy tribe has a really large number of religious sects.

So if I had to give it an adjective, the Orc Kingdom would be... EoX Asia.

"No, no, we're overwhelmed with orders lately."

The elderly crocodile-man, who was constantly hammering the steel in his hand, said this... Although he was called a crocodile-man, he actually had the same body structure as a human, except that he had a crocodile tail on his back.

Just like the difference between wolf beastmen and werewolves... werewolves are monsters because their entire heads are like those of a wolf, while the beastmen of the wolf tribe only have furry wolf ears and tails.

In other words, you can just think of beastmen as beast-eared girls (or boys).

The vampire lobbyist, rejected once again, reluctantly opened his umbrella and left the blacksmith shop... This was the umpteenth time he had been turned down; he simply couldn't find a craftsman willing to help him forge special magical armor.

Even if they did, the price they expected was too outrageous, making it impossible to cooperate effectively.

After all, the [magical armor] equipped on the sword shark is not a standard piece of equipment. This kind of transaction, where only one hundred sets are ordered and there is no guarantee of future cooperation opportunities, is indeed time-consuming and laborious.

"Sigh, I'd better just report the truth to Lady Senata..."

The vampire, holding an umbrella, looked at the curious beastmen around him and muttered to himself. He reached out and manipulated a little blood to condense into a small, black bat on his palm, pondering how to explain it to Senata.

Once the information to be sent back is decided, as long as it aligns with the vampire's wishes, the little bat will fly back to the Demon King's territory at an extremely fast speed to deliver the information.

Therefore, vampires are generally good scouts, inside agents, and spies.

Of course, he's also a very good errand runner.

"Vampire brother... are you looking for a blacksmith?"

Before the seemingly dejected vampire man could relay the message back to the Demon King's territory, such a voice came from beside him. Confused, he abandoned his plan to send the bat away and looked at the orc beside him.

This was a rather young-looking wolf girl with nimble ears and a pair of jewel-like eyes staring at the vampire, waiting for an answer.

But isn't this the Slippery Tribe? Why are there hairy orcs here?

"Who are you?"

In response to the vampire's question, the wolf girl wagged her tail and introduced herself: "I'm Wolf, and I'm the apprentice of that blacksmith over there... Hey, sir, say something."

"Jingle bells~"

"Ding~"

The crocodile-man blacksmith who had been hammering away at the vampire gradually stopped what he was doing. He didn't look in the direction of the vampire, but glanced at the wolf girl and said, "You've made up your mind? You have great talent. It would be a real waste not to stay here and continue learning."

In response, the wolf girl named Wolf twitched her ears, nodded seriously, and said, "I've made up my mind. I left my tribe because I wanted an answer, and now I must leave. Thank you for taking care of me during this time, Uncle."

"Then let's go... If it's the Demon King's territory, it's probably a good place to go."

Uncle Crocodile said this briefly, and then continued to work diligently on his blacksmithing. He didn't say a single word to the vampire during the entire conversation... It wasn't out of contempt or disregard, but simply because that was his personality.

"Wolf...right? You mean?"

To the vampire who looked somewhat puzzled, Wolf replied seriously, "I am willing to work for the Demon King's territory and forge magical armor. Don't worry about my blacksmithing skills, but... regarding my payment, I hope to discuss it directly with Ira in person. I hope he can come to the Orc Kingdom."

Lady Ira? Does she know Lady Ira?

Immediately, the vampire showed a puzzled expression. He looked deeply at the wolf girl, and the blood in his hand condensed into three or four magical bats. He said, "I will report to His Highness the Demon King and Lord Ira truthfully. You may need to wait for a while."

"However, I hope you can make your point clearer, otherwise I don't think Lord Ira will care about your unreasonable request."

Wolf nodded in agreement to the vampire's words. She organized her thoughts for a moment, then looked up and said seriously, "Tell Ira... I am the daughter of a werewolf slave named Volley, whom he rescued."

"..."

"..."

Got it, she's an illegitimate child (no).

The vampire immediately imagined a love-hate relationship between the slave wolf girl and the righteous hero Ira, which could be described in ten thousand words... such as [Ira was backlit, and the light shining through the large hole in the wall of the slave auction house illuminated the road in front of Ira as if it were a road strewn with starlight. He calmly reached out to the wolf girl who was lying on the ground, as if to redeem her from all her pain].

After nodding in understanding, he added some information to the little bat in his hand, then waved his hand, directing three or four little bats to fly into the distance.

Of course, there are some unfounded speculations that she might be Iraq's illegitimate daughter.

“I understand, Miss Wolf…”

The vampire's attitude suddenly became respectful, and he said, "Afterwards, I hope you can persuade Lord Ira not to work so hard."

"..."

"???"

Wolf: Wait, what does I have to do with Ira working so hard?