Chapter 8: Raon the Pig-Headed Man's Ruthlessness and Ambition.

Three minutes later, the surviving pig-headed men had either fled far away or been killed.

This bloody war then came to an end.

"Clean up the battlefield, remove the remains of these disgusting monsters, and don't pollute our home."

Chieftain Vina of the forest elves surveyed the entire area, proclaiming with an air of authority, "Everyone, do not be arrogant because of this victory. Next, we must diligently build up our defenses and not give the dragon's minions any opportunity. In addition, our Ship of Hope must be completed and set sail as soon as possible."

The forest spirits nodded quickly: "Yes."

...

"You cowardly and incompetent little elves, you've hurt me so much!"

In the jungle, a lone, obese pig-headed man named Laon was running frantically, panting heavily. He was in a sorry state, covered in blood, with several wooden arrows stuck in his back.

The recent defeat was so intense that it separated him from his people.

In fact, there are many other pig-headed people like him, who are all panicked and unable to form a large force.

However, Laon was not worried, because their "home" was only a few dozen miles away.

Unless someone is an idiot who wants to become a lone wanderer or doesn't know their way around, everyone who has been scattered will inevitably reunite at home.

“Vina, I, Laon, will remember this humiliation.”

"However, I also need to thank you for killing that idiot Czech."

Laon's hideous, pig-like face revealed a sinister smile.

He was a powerful bronze-level extraordinary being, whose strength ranked among the top in the entire orc tribe.

After the original pig-headed chieftain, Czech, was killed, his strength was already top-tier.

This gave him the opportunity to become the new clan leader.

Don't underestimate the pig-headed tribe; being a tribal chief still comes with many advantages. The most obvious of these is "resources."

If he has enough "resources," he could potentially increase his strength rapidly in a short period of time, becoming a brand-new silver-level extraordinary being in the tribe.

"I must go back as soon as possible, otherwise, the position of clan leader may very well be taken away by Sa Dou."

"In addition, my older brother, Rahn, apparently had his neck pierced by those wretched elves in the previous war and collapsed to the ground. With that, I have one less competitor."

“Poor Rahn, when I rise to power, I will avenge you. So please bless me to become the new chieftain.”

"After all, I am your own brother."

"And you, go in peace, without the slightest regret. I will take good care of your wife and your little piglets."

Laon's final words were full of sincerity.

However, despite saying that, after running several thousand meters, Laon stopped and sat down on the ground to rest.

He raised his fat arm, rummaged through his back, and pulled out the wooden arrow stuck in his skin.

"Snap!"

"Ouch, that hurts."

Perhaps due to improper technique or incorrect posture, this attempt to pull out the arrow was a huge mistake.

Some arrows, though pulled out, still tear open the wound.

Some wooden arrows were broken off, but the arrowheads remained embedded in the flesh.

“I need a pharmacist’s help. This back wound is in such an awkward location.” Laon was helpless and angrily cursed the elves: “Damn little elves, you just wait. When I get back, even if I don’t become the chieftain right away, I will make you pay a heavy price.”

"The minotaur tribe next door and the ogre tribe behind them are also the most loyal kin of the great dragon."

"They will certainly not allow you to build ships and set sail."

Are you prepared to face a new war?

...

Laon was full of treachery and looked very different from the stupid, normal pig-headed man.