The Orc Kingdom is a country where people can come and go as they please... Ah, that might sound a bit strange. To be more precise, the Orcs don't actually consider their "territory" to be their country.

The borders of the Orcish Kingdom are quite interesting. Leaving aside the coastal areas, this place is bordered by the Empire to the west, has a small border with the Demon King's territory to the south, the Duchy of Hazard to the northwest, the Dwarf Kingdom to the northeast, and the Silvermoon Tree Court to the west.

It can be said that the Orc Kingdom is the center of this continent.

However, the territory of the Orc Kingdom is basically immune to invasion, as the borders with the Duchy and the Empire are formed by continuous mountain ranges... These mountain ranges serve as natural barriers.

The Dwarf Kingdom and the elves of the Silvermoon Tree Garden are separated by a great river, and both sides naturally use this river as the boundary to divide their territories... As for the area adjacent to the Demon King's territory, almost no one passes through that area.

Although Caligula's slave trading caravan passed through this area while transporting the elven girls, they were caught red-handed by Illa, Satanieh, and Wolf.

The orcs of the Orc Kingdom, who don't care much about their own land, believe that a "nation" is actually a "home," a "large clan" composed of tribes. This is what the orcs need to protect.

For example, the two largest tribes are the Slippery Tribe and the Hairy Tribe.

"We will wait for you here at the port for two weeks, or maybe longer, but whenever Yinla and the others return, we will patiently wait for fourteen days... and then we will return directly. If you want to come to the Demon King's Territory again, you can find a ship yourself."

To put it simply, these orc girls were given fourteen days to choose: whether they were determined to stay in the Demon King's territory for rigorous training, and one day fight to eradicate the slave trade among other races, or...

Or perhaps, I should let go of my prejudices and return to that warm home.

Although the orc girls present all had an answer in their hearts, this "fourteen days" was merely a period for them to go back to their hometowns to visit.

Just like getting off a bus at the same stop and getting back on from the same spot later... no one was planning to stay here for long; their hearts were no longer at peace.

A chest riddled with wounds cannot be healed by gentleness unless filled with dreams... Speaking of gentleness, how can a tribe that has long lost its kin compare to the Demon King's territory?

...

"So, shall we part ways here?"

One of the beastmen girls said this, wagging her fluffy tail, and moved together with other beastmen girls who were clearly cats, dogs, wolves, foxes and the like.

Other orcs, who were clearly lizards, crocodiles, snakes, catfish, and the like, nodded and walked to the other side... their homelands were obviously not in the same direction.

The fluffy tribe is located further north, while the slippery tribe is located further south...

Of course, there were also three orcs walking along the side path. They were orcs from a small tribe, and the black cat girl, Taran, was one of them.

"Taran, is your tribe near the Slippery ...

Faced with his companion's question, Taran, who was walking in a daze, barely came to his senses and nodded in response: "Yes, you mean... we're on different paths?"

It's obvious that they're on different paths.

The two orcs exchanged a glance. They were also catgirls and sisters from the same small tribe, which was quite close to the furry tribe... Taran's tribe looked rather strange.

The catgirl looked at the bow and arrows hidden in Taran's outer garment and asked with some concern, "Do you need us to accompany you back to your tribe? Is there anything we can help you with?"

Of all the orc girls, only Taran carried a weapon, and it seemed that she had brought it specifically.

This gives us a vague idea of ​​why Taran is going back; she harbors an extraordinary hatred for her tribe... so it's probably not as simple as just "going back to her hometown."

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It's more like sending people back to their hometowns to die!

"No need. If my efforts over this period of time cannot be brought to a conclusion, then I might as well die here... Those who are conservative, have outdated ideas, and complain about everything are just a bunch of infants gathered together."

As Taran spoke, her voice was low and deep, as if she were emanating a dark aura...

"Then good luck... I wish you a safe return."

Me too.

"..."

Did they return safely?

Taran watched her two orc companions go their separate ways, and walked alone on this familiar road... It was truly nostalgic, but this time there was no sense of urgency.

The older sister who used to urge, "Hurry up! Taran, hurry up! Otherwise you'll be punished by the Grand Elder again when you get back!" has already returned to the World Tree... so Taran is very relaxed now.

She walked slowly, mentally preparing herself...

A laughable family, a laughable clan, a laughable tribe, weak and cowardly, soft on the outside but tough on the inside... For the Great Elder, is the taste of power really that good?

Taran pondered this as she looked up at the shade of the trees above her head and walked along the path... In the Demon King's territory, she had never seen a leader who valued power so much.

Although the Demon King's territory is probably quite unique in the world...

"Who goes there?!"

As Taran walked, an orc watching from a sentry post shouted this and shook the alarm. Then, amidst the alarm, he saw the well-dressed Taran and his eyes immediately revealed a greedy glint.

Then, as she recognized Taran, this greed materialized.

"Taran! You've finally returned! Because of your mistake, your parents were killed by those humans! Prepare to accept the Elder's punishment! Elder!"

Grand Elder!

Taran is back, and he's wearing some really nice clothes!

!

Looking at the shouting sentry, Taran calmly raised her head and looked at him. She looked down at the clothes that the Demon King's territory had given to everyone... The fabric had many unique modifications based on the different physical characteristics of the orcs.

For example, the tail, the ears, the horns...

Thinking of the chattering little fairies asking what to alter his clothes, Taran looked at a gate in the distance that resembled a "fortress"... Some of his familiar tribesmen were walking out from there.

His aggressive demeanor made it seem as if Taran had truly committed a heinous crime.

"I'm back."

Taran, emitting sounds that only he could hear, had a chilling aura in his eyes.