Chapter 45

It has been several days since the battle with the dragon in the valley of the half-orcs.

The dust of war and turmoil gradually settled. The half-orcs, who had lost their cage and protection, stepped out of the valley they had inhabited for generations and began to reassess the world. They had a long road ahead to strengthen their entire race and gain recognition from the world.

With the help of the druids, they began to build a new home. Due to Sigma's unusually strong and intense attention, the College of Nature quickly recognized the independent and free status of the half-orcs to avoid further complications. They acknowledged the existence of the half-orcs with a relatively lenient alliance. However, all of this was kept confidential, a consensus among all those who knew. The half-orcs were still very weak and did not need to appear on the stage of Noren.

Biefeng left the College of Nature and, as the new leader unanimously chosen by the half-orcs, began a new life. He handled various affairs within the tribe every day and built a bridge of communication between the half-orcs and the natural realm.

"There's a lot to do, and I didn't realize it before. As the tribe grows, the workload increases. Although the new council of elders is helping, there's still a lot I need to learn."

Biefeng and Sigma sat side by side on a branch of an ancient tree, looking into the distance. On a fertile land surrounded by green water, the half-orcs received durable wood from the treants and quarried stone from the mountains. With the help of some druids, they began to build new villages, rebuilding trust and friendship.

Due to Juventus, the half-orcs' sense of belonging to the natural realm was not very high, but the druids were willing to spend more time strengthening their friendship. As the high priest said, "No one would dislike this vibrant and sincere race."

Biefeng turned to look at Sigma, hesitated for a moment, and said softly, "I'm sorry, you did the most work, but it seems I got all the benefits."

"That's not true. As you said, I just threw a rope to someone surrounded by beasts from a safe place, while you jumped down and fought alongside them. Necromancers follow the principle of equivalent exchange. The more you put in, the more you get out." Sigma patted Biefeng's shoulder. "You almost sacrificed everything for the half-orcs, so they are willing to respect you as their king. You are the legendary leader of the half-orcs, both initially and eternally. Your name will be passed down through generations. This endless glory belongs to you. As for me, don't worry, my gains are actually much more than you think."

Biefeng blushed and smiled. He was still that simple and inarticulate druid, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Sigma suddenly turned cold and said indifferently, "Of course, I will also spread this profound memory and your heroic deeds, especially that shocking declaration."

Biefeng almost jumped up, stammering, "That... that's not necessary!"

"Not at all." Sigma whistled and said nonchalantly, "I think your words yesterday could be one of the most classic speeches of the century. It was such a touching sacrifice, yet you said such embarrassing lines. You, the tragic guy, couldn't ignite the flames at all—though I was truly stunned. 'He's so bold, a heroic guy, but a pervert,' that's the feeling I had."

"The last part was completely unnecessary!" Biefeng couldn't help but comment, then shook his head and sighed, "It couldn't be helped... How else could I explain my transformation into a half-dragon? And being the leader of the half-orcs isn't easy. A weak race has little power to protect itself and will face many difficulties in the future. How could I let Elisa suffer with me?"

"Oh..." Sigma drew out the word, dug his nose, and looked into the distance. "I wanted to talk to Elisa and explain this to her. Since someone likes lambs, it's fine..."

Before he finished, Biefeng suddenly leaned in, placing his hands on Sigma's shoulders. "Praise you! Kind-hearted Prince Sigma! You are a great person! Please explain it!"

"Get away, don't get so close." Sigma kicked him off the tree and jumped down, sneering, "Didn't you say you wanted to cut ties and not let Elisa suffer with you?"

Biefeng laughed and lowered his head, a bit embarrassed. "Let her decide for herself."

"Perverts are so pretentious." Sigma touched the ring on his hand, and a thin notebook appeared.

"Space ring!? Damn, what a good thing! In the College of Nature, only masters of the Holy Domain have the right to apply for one, and it's not guaranteed..." Biefeng's eyes were filled with envy and resentment.

"Got it from a monster." Sigma smiled modestly, but tears streamed down his face inside. Damn, it's not easy. I've been reborn for nearly twenty years, and finally, I have one of the three standard items for a穿越者. I don't know whether to cry or laugh.

"Alright, this is what Juventus left me before he died. It contains his life's work, including all the information related to the half-orcs." Sigma handed the notebook to Biefeng and said slowly, "The high infant mortality rate of half-orcs was actually due to Juventus' manipulation. The solutions are all in here, including water sources, bloodlines, and external stimuli. This is a copy. Memorize it and then destroy it to avoid unnecessary trouble."

"What about the rest..." Biefeng hesitated.

"I'm sorry, but I'm still human, and I have people I want to protect. If a great war really happens and the situation is dire, to protect the people I love, I will not hesitate to mass-produce half-orcs according to the methods recorded here. At that point, there will be no time to consider much. I hope you understand." Sigma said calmly.

Biefeng's expression was conflicted but eventually became calm. He nodded, "That will never happen. I hope that before I die, the mass-production information of the half-orcs will never see the light of day."

"Relax." Sigma extended his hand and patted Biefeng's shoulder. He looked at the blue sky and suddenly smiled, "Have you ever thought about how the tangled and chaotic experiences of these few days will be sung in the future? I was a bit idealistic this time, and I acted impulsively. You were a weak and foolish guy, doing foolish things, but even we, young and impulsive, made it possible for the half-orcs to stand under the sky like all free races..."

"Does it feel like we are witnessing history, creating history, and writing an epic? After a thousand years, time will pass, and perhaps the half-orcs will be recognized by the races of Noren. The events that happened here will be blurred and diluted. No one will remember a passionate and impulsive necromancer and a quirky druid who overthrew a Holy Domain mage. They will only know that a great necromancer and the legendary leader of the half-orcs formed a deep friendship in their youth. We will witness the rise of the half-orcs and the beginning of an epic..." Sigma smiled, "It's a good feeling, isn't it?"

"I don't really understand that feeling, but..." Biefeng muttered, "From the beginning, you've been casually mocking me..."

"What, I can't mock you?" Sigma squinted and said in a strange voice.

Maybe the power of the dragon gave Biefeng the courage to resist, or maybe his position as the leader of the half-orcs made him a bit arrogant. He mustered the courage to resist: "Of course not! I'm friends with the prince! Friends shouldn't do that! You can't always mock me with rumors and fabricated facts!"

"Oh, oh, so your wings are hard now, fabricated facts, rumors, right." Sigma slowly took out a letter from the space ring. It was the letter Biefeng had written to Elisa before he was determined to die, asking Sigma to deliver it. He looked at the stunned Biefeng and shook the letter, "This is your own handwriting, not a rumor, not a fabricated fact. I'll print a few thousand copies and stick them all over Florence..."

"Oh, oh, oh, prince, spare me!" Biefeng was hit in his weak spot and howled as he pounced.

"Say, can I mock you?"

"Can! Can! Please give me the letter back!"

"Give it back? Easy, come, repeat what you said in the valley yesterday, the part about the little ewe!"

"No way! It's too embarrassing! I can't do it!"

"Then I'll go print the letter."

"No... no, I'll say it! I'll say it! I... I... I... I love... little... little... Oh, I can't say it! Prince, if you keep this up, I'll have to die to atone for the world!"

After a bit of laughter and play, Sigma looked at Biefeng, who was rolling on the ground, and sighed softly, "Now, I have saved the half-orcs with my beliefs. Will I regret it in the future? Biefeng, we will grow up, we will mature. Our positions determine that we can't always be carefree. Sometimes we have to do things we don't want to... Biefeng, make a promise. If the half-orcs ever have unwarranted ambitions, I will personally deal with the mistakes I made. Do you understand?"

Biefeng looked at Sigma, his expression strange, and finally said firmly, "That will never happen."

Sigma smiled, wanting to say more, but the call of Langguduo came from afar. The leopard-headed man was now the second elder of the village, assisting Biefeng in handling village affairs. He ran over quickly and shouted, "It's born! The elder's daughter is born!"

Sigma and Biefeng exchanged glances and simultaneously rushed into the sky, heading toward the new village. The elder died in the dragon battle, but his son and daughter-in-law survived. It was great that they could safely give birth to a child.

Entering the village through the gate, the small settlement was already vibrant with life. Everyone greeted them with warm smiles. No matter what, life must go on.

A cheer came from the elder's house. The loud cry of the newborn dispelled the worry on people's faces. The villagers cheered from the bottom of their hearts for the new life and the continuation of the elder's lineage. They carefully passed the baby around, looking at the infant's innocent face, and smiled happily.

The arrival of a new life is always a cause for celebration.

The baby was passed to Sigma and Biefeng. Biefeng said it was a girl.

"Give her a name, for the elder's granddaughter and for this new village. The prince saved us, and now we have nothing to repay you. The half-orcs will always remember your kindness. Now, at least, let you name our first natural village." Biefeng smiled gently, and the other half-orcs nodded in agreement.

"You won your freedom with your true bravery and resilience. That battle was as beautiful as a poem. From now on, you will live freely under the sky with those you love. The shackles that have troubled your reproduction will be broken. The most important thing now is to enjoy life and reproduce. From today, the most joyful and celebratory thing in the village will be the increasing number of people. So, let's call this first village 'Xidu Village'." Sigma gently held the newborn minotaur, the cute child opened her big eyes, and Sigma lifted her high, facing the sky and the sun, as if looking at new hope. He said softly, "As for this child, let's call her Aili, Xidu Village Aili."

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