983: Little Buck

Little Buck

After gulping down eight glasses of strong liquor in one go, Buck, the wild boar's anger subsided slightly.

However, the urge to urinate gradually swelled up.

He let out a stinky burp, put his arm around one of his cousins' shoulders, and staggered toward the tavern's back alley.

Actually, Black-corner City had advanced public health and sewer systems that far exceeded a typical clan civilization.

There was nothing they could do about it. The advanced orcs had an astonishing appetite, and their digestive system was different from that of ordinary people. The volume of their excrement was ten times larger than that of ordinary people.

If it was a massive person like the barbarian elephant man, his excrement would probably be dozens of times larger than that of ordinary people.

With the start of the war approaching, the army that gathered in Black-corner City had increased by more than ten times in comparison to normal times.

If there was no complete set of facilities and a well-functioning sanitation system that could handle large amounts of excrement in an instant, Black-corner City would drown in a pile of excrement before the army could set off to seize glory!

Therefore, the old blacksmith's tavern had an elegant toilet that could accommodate even a barbarian elephant man.

However, Buck, the wild boar from Red Creek Town was still used to going to the alley behind the tavern. Facing the wind, he would look up at the high sky, whistle, and "solve his problems" without any scruples.

He had visited the old blacksmith's tavern more than ten times.

Even with his eyes closed, he could easily sense his way around the place.

He untied his belt and imagined the Blood Hoof Clan's Big Buck with his nose and face swollen as he cried and knelt in front of him, begging bitterly. He chuckled, opened his water gates, and was full of joy.

He kept mumbling, "I'll shoot you to death!"

Soon, he finished his business. Buck, the wild boar, shivered and prepared to return to the tavern to reminisce with his brothers about the Red Creek Clan's glory as well as how to deal with Big Buck.

Suddenly, he heard his name.

In the depths of the alley behind the tavern, there was a concave corner. A large amount of debris and garbage was piled up. Only once every ten days or half a month would there be rats to clean it up.

Buck, the wild boar had never paid attention to this area.

At that moment, there was someone inside who was whispering,"...Buck... Hehe..."

People were always very sensitive to their own names.

Moreover, the voice was sharp and thin, sounding partially male and partially female. It was demonic and extremely ear-piercing. Hence, it was difficult for people to not notice it.

Of course, the other party might not be referring to Buck, the wild boar.

After all, "Buck" was a very common name.

There were at least three to five hundred Bucks in the entire Black-corner City.

Nevertheless, Buck, the wild boar still stuck his head out curiously and glued his big ears to the wall around the corner, eavesdropping on what the ear-piercing voice was saying.

"Lord Buck said that the pig was beaten so badly that he didn't even recognize his parents. One of his tusks was knocked out, and he leaked tears from the top and excrement as well as urine from the bottom. He had no choice but to kneel down and beg for Lord Buck's forgiveness.

"That pig said that from now on, he would never dare to call himself such a resounding name like Buck. As long as Lord Buck could spare him, he would call himself Little Buck.

"Haha, Little Buck from Red Creek Town... Don't you think that's funny?"

These words were like armor-piercing awls condensed from ice.

They went through the gaps in Buck's skull and pierced his brain.

In an instant, thirty percent of his drunkenness was gone.

After the layer of ice on his cerebral cortex cracked, a raging fire that was even hotter than magma gushed out.

"Little Buck from Red Creek Town"?

F*ck it. It was not somebody else. The demonic voice was talking about him!

"Argh!"

Buck, the wild boar's eyes were red. He raised his fists and ran around the corner.

He saw two drunk rat subjects partially-sitting and partially-lying next to the smelly garbage.

One of the rat subjects was completely drunk. He crawled into a bottomless basket and curled his body. Then, he just kept snoring.

The other rat, who was also very drunk, did not realize that his companion could not hear him anymore. He could not even figure out where his companion was. Instead, he mistook a dirty mop as his companion's head.

He hugged the mop's head very affectionately and rambled on. "Unfortunately, we are not servants of the Blood Skull Arena. We couldn't see that pig begging for mercy and calling himself Little Buck with our own eyes. Hehehe, hehehe, that must have been very interesting!"

Buck, the wild boar was furious!

It was not only because of the other party's slander...

It was also because of the other party's identity.

The guy had a pointy mouth and simian cheeks. His two claws were wrinkled. Plus, he even had a short tail on his behind, which had a lot of rat characteristics.

He was a rat man!

Rat men were the most despised existence among the various species and classes of the Turan civilization.

In fact, they called the rat people "untouchables" because they were the most cowardly, dirty, and despicable.

Most of the rat people did not have the blood of the ratfolk flowing in their bodies, and they possessed none of the ratfolk's physical characteristics. Other than being relatively thin and wretched, they were not much different from the clan warriors.

The ratfolk also had the image of reformed beings. They could use their blood and even their lives to wash away their shame as well as rejoin the clan.

The rat people were another matter.

They were thought to be incurable, unworthy of forgiveness and reform. They had long been abandoned by the ancestral spirits.

In a word, the rat people were the lowlifes among the lowlifes, the dregs among the dregs, and the cowards among the cowards. They were the shame of Turan!

Such a despicable clan still existed in large numbers in various places of Turan until today mainly because their reproductive rat was too astonishing. They were just like real cockroaches and rats.

No matter how hard the clan elders tried to kill and exterminate them, they refused to be wiped out.

That was good.

After all, the foundries, the ancient mines, the construction projects, and the cannon fodder troops all needed to be constantly filled with fresh blood and flesh to operate at a high speed.

There were also quite a number of rat people in Red Creek Town.

They were all slaves of the clan elders.

Whenever they saw Buck, the wild boar walking over from afar, they all had to crawl on the ground and bury their faces deep into the mud so that Master Buck would not see their hateful looks and dirty his eyes.

Unexpectedly, even the lowest of lowlifes in Black-corner City would dare to gossip about their master!

Buck, the wild boar did not even think about it. He roared and swung his leg, hitting the rat man in the chest.1

The rat man was so drunk that he did not even notice Buck, the wild boar's appearance. He was still standing there with a red face and saliva flying everywhere, chattering nonstop.

Suddenly, he was sent flying three or four arms high. He hit the wall heavily and slid down like a broken sack. However, he could not even scream. His eyes were wide open, and his cheeks bulged out. With a "wah" sound, he spat out a large amount of blood and vomit.

Buck's cousin heard the commotion and rushed over to check.

When he saw that Buck's leather boots were stained with vomit and blood, he assumed that the rat man, who was curled up and humming, had accidentally offended his cousin.

"Buck, what's going on?"

His cousin had a pair of slender eyes. He could be considered one of the steadier ones among the many wild boar warriors in Red Creek Town.

He squatted down to look at the rat man's clothes, touched the material, and turned his head. "This guy is well-dressed. He doesn't look like an ordinary servant. It's best not to kill him directly. If he has really offended you, let's find his master and ask him to give us an explanation!"

"Of course I won't kill him. Otherwise, I would have kicked his heart out!"

Buck, the wild boar dragged the rat man up and checked his chest first. He spat contemptuously. "What a cheap guy. He can take a beating!"

He could not hold back his anger. He gave the rat man's simian cheek a punch that was neither too heavy nor too light.

Of course, it was a punch he thought was "neither too heavy nor too light."

However, the rat man was beaten so badly that he could only breathe out. He was foaming at the mouth and convulsing violently.

"Hmph!"

Seeing that he was really going to die, Buck, the wild boar let go of the rat man and asked his cousin to get a basin of clean water. At the same time, he also called his other three companions from Red Creek Town over.

"But, why?" his cousin asked in puzzlement.

Buck, the wild boar kept humming for a long time, and his big face turned red. He only said, "Stop talking nonsense. Just follow if I ask you to. You'll know later!"

Soon, five wild boar warriors from Red Creek Town blocked the back alley of the tavern.

One of them crossed his arms and pointed a heavy saber down at squeaking hollow. He stood at the entrance of the alley with a fierce look in his eyes and helped them keep watch.

The other four surrounded the rat man.

They splashed a basin of water on his face and pumped his chest a few times with great force. It was not easy for them to wake the especially tough rat man.

The guy spewed out a mixture of the bad wine that he had just drunk and vomit . He was also stimulated by the intense pain, but he was already seventy to eighty percent sober.

Seeing the four fierce-looking wild boar warriors, which were like four high walls that blocked him firmly, he instantly felt scared out of his wits. He struggled and squirmed as he desperately begged for mercy.

"Honorable and wise warriors, I-I really don't know how I offended all of you. I-I really deserve death, but I'm just a lowly and dirty rat man. It's not worth your energy to kill me yourselves. Even if-Even if you step on me to death, you will still dirty the soles of your shoes, right?"

The rat man wept bitterly, his face full of ugliness.

His tears made the four wild boar warriors suck in a breath of cold air, and they subconsciously took half a step back.

They stopped thinking about beating him up.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Buck asked with a sullen face.

The rat man's eyes flickered as if he was ashamed to reveal his identity. "I-I finally rested for half a day, and I came out to have some fun," he finally said.

The advanced orcs were addicted to alcohol.

The rat people were no exception.

Moreover, the Turan people's rules did not prohibit the rat people from entering and leaving taverns, even the most luxurious taverns where the strong gathered.

As long as the rat people were not afraid of the strong getting drunk and casually waving their hands and beating their brains out, it would be fine.

Obviously, most of the rat people were still afraid.

Even if they wanted to have fun, they would find the lowest-grade cheap tavern, the kind that specialized in serving rat citizens.

Rat people were also the lowest class of the rat citizens, the most despised existence.

If they went to the lowest-grade cheap tavern, they might also be bullied by other rat citizens.

Running to the back alley of the tavern and secretly getting two bottles of inferior wine to satisfy their cravings was a very reasonable thing.

Buck, the wild boar did not suspect anything.

However, he was not easily fooled.

He used the mop head to poke the bruise on the rat man's chest, which he had kicked earlier. He said, "You haven't answered my question. Who the hell are you?!"

The rat man was even more injured. He was stabbed until he squeaked.

Yet, he seemed to have some concerns and refused to answer directly.

Buck, the wild boar was surprised and said to his companions, "Black-corner City is really different. The rat people here dare to avoid the master's questions. Don't the warriors here know how to handle the rat people?"

At this time, his cousin with the long, narrow eyes, and relatively calm demeanor, picked up a shiny gold badge from the ground and handed it to Buck, the wild boar.

It must have fallen out of the rat man's clothes when Buck was kicking him.

A pair of small and exquisite cat ears were engraved on the badge.

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