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Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

For a long time, Malin always felt that Fate had been quite generous to him. Although he had to face that life-threatening job every day, as long as he had the lovely Leopard Girl cooking delicious food for him daily, and as long as there was meat to eat and cats to stroke, life wasn't too unbearable. Working a bit harder and facing some difficulties on the job weren't really an issue for a man. Moreover, being able to live two lives meant one shouldn't have too high demands, right, Mr. Different-Kind? Having said that, and without waiting for an answer, the young man snapped his fingers, and the white flame on his fingertip lit the tobacco in his other hand, then he flicked it towards the non-human entity on the stake. Welcome to Abield, to witness the last splendor of the steampunk era. And the madness.

Half-step Purgatory · Sci-fi
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510 Chs

Chapter 134: Boiling Point (VI)

Under the night sky, in The Great Forest Land, the homeland of the Orcs, a slender young girl looked toward the west, sensing a familiar yet unfamiliar presence coming from that direction.

"Could it be... the aura of that axe?" She glanced at the old Orc beside her, who lifted his head, looked westward, and then sighed, "It's that axe."

In the old era, when Orcs were fragmented and had not yet formed an alliance, legends spoke of some who wished to unite the various Orc clans with their strength. Among them emerged a great warrior, a bear person named Bill, tall and fierce, wielding a battle axe called The Ripper.

But he preferred to call it Blood Roar.

Blood symbolized death, and the roar symbolized glory.

He was a great warrior, gathering more than half of the Orc clans under his battle flag. If not for the chaotic invasion, he might have become the king of the Orc kingdom, the eternal chosen champion of the Goddess of Nature.