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The War of the Primals

Born as the heir to the world's most powerful family of magicians, with a talent for magic that rivals that of the gods, Adall knew happiness only to have it forcibly ripped away from him shortly thereafter. Overnight, he would be banished from his family and condemned to a pathetic life of wandering. Or so it was supposed to happen... How did he become so powerful? Why am I unable to inflict even the slightest injury on him, even using my most powerful spells? Why must I lose to someone I could have killed with a mere murderous intent not long ago? His new calling will be to instill fear and despair in the hearts of his enemies.

Alb22 · Guerra
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129 Chs

A Disgusting Practice

In the room where Adall and the goblin king now stood, young Windsor could lay his eyes on a truly repulsive scene for the human he was deep down inside.

It was a group of women, subjugated by dark magic, 49 beautiful women to be precise. And they belonged to different races: humans, elves, and beastmen.

These women were all naked, but none of them awakened the masculine genes slumbering in Adall because most of them were already defiled to the bone by the goblin king.

Unlike Adall, who was almost holding back vomit, Balgor was licking his lips languidly, as if he saw himself continuing his work soon.

Young Windsor already knew this machiavellian practice of these little green monsters called goblins, but he had never imagined it would be so disgusting to witness.

Goblins were a race primarily populated by males.