Chapter 983: Little Buck
After gulping down eight glasses of strong liquor in one go, Buck, the wild boarâs anger subsided slightly.
However, the urge to urinate gradually swelled up.
He let out a stinky burp, put his arm around one of his cousinsâ shoulders, and staggered toward the back alley of the tavern.
In fact, Black-corner City had advanced public health and sewer systems that far exceeded the civilization of the clan.
There was nothing they could do. The high-level 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 existence like the barbarian elephant man, the excrement would probably be dozens of times larger than that of ordinary people.
With the start of the war approaching, the army gathered in black horn city had increased by more than ten times compared to normal times.
If there wasnât a complete set of facilities and a well-functioning sanitation system that could handle large amounts of excrement in an instant, black horn city would be drowned in a pile of excrement before the army could set off to seize glory!
Therefore, the old blacksmithâs tavern had an elegant toilet that could accommodate even a brute elephant man.
However, Buck the wild boar from Red Creek town was still used to going to the alley at the back of the tavern, facing the wind, looking at the high sky, whistling, and solving problems without any scruples.
He had visited the old blacksmithâs tavern more than ten times.
Even with his eyes closed, he still felt the place with ease.
He untied his belt and imagined the bloody hoof familyâs Big Buck, with his nose and face swollen, crying and crying, kneeling in front of him and begging bitterly. He chuckled, opened the water gate, and was full of joy.
He kept mumbling, âIâll shoot you to death!â
Soon, the problem was solved. Buck, the wild boar, shivered and was about to return to the tavern to reminisce with his brothers about the glory of the Red Creek family and how to deal with Big Buck.
Suddenly, he heard his name.
In the depths of the alley behind the tavern, there was a corner that was concave. 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 place.
At this moment, there was someone inside who was whispering,â⊠buck⊠HeheâŠâ
People were always very sensitive to their own names.
Moreover, this voice was sharp and thin, half male and half female. It was demonic and extremely ear-piercing. It was difficult for people not to notice it.
Of course, the other party might not be talking about buck the wild boar.
After all, âBuckâwas a very common name.
There were at least three to five hundred âBuckâin the entire black-corner city.
But buck the wild boar still stuck his head out curiously and stuck his big ears on the wall around the corner, eavesdropping on what this ear-piercing voice was saying.
âLord Buck said that the pig was beaten so badly that he didnât even recognize his parents. One of his tusks was knocked off, and he squeezed out tears on top and excrement and urine on the bottom. He had no choice but to kneel down and beg for Lord Buckâs forgiveness.
âThat pig said that from now on, he would never dare to call his name âbuckâwith such a resounding name. As long as Lord Buck could spare him, he would call his name âLittle Buckâbefore his name.
âHaha, Little Buck from Red Creek Town, donât you think itâs funny?â
These words were like armor-piercing awls condensed from ice.
They went through the gaps in Buckâs skull and pierced into Buckâs brain.
In an instant, thirty percent of his drunkenness was frozen.
And after the layer of ice on the cerebral cortex cracked, what gushed out from it was a raging fire that was even hotter than magma.
âLittle Buck from Red Creek Townâ?
F * ck it. There would be no one else. The demonic voice was talking about him!
âAh!â
Buck the Wild Boarâs eyes were red. He raised his fists and ran around the corner.
He saw two drunk rat subjects half-sitting and half-lying next to the smelly garbage.
One of the rat subjects was completely drunk. He crawled into a bottomless basket and curled his body. He was snoring and 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 took a dirty mop as his companionâs head.
He hugged the MOPâs head very affectionately, he rambled on, âUnfortunately, we are not servants of the bloody skull arena. We canât see that pig begging for mercy and calling himself âLittle Buckâwith our own eyes. hehehe, hehehe, that must be very interesting!â
Buck the wild boar was furious!
It was not only because of the other partyâs slander.
It was also because of the other partyâs identity.
The guy had a pointy mouth and monkey cheeks. His two claws were wrinkled. He even had a short rat tail on his back, which had a lot of characteristics of a rat.
He was a rat-man!
Rat-men were the most despised existence among the various species and classes of the Tulan civilization.
In fact, the reason why they called the âuntouchablesâthe ârat peopleâwas because the rat people were the most cowardly, dirty, and despicable.
Most of the rat people did not have the blood of the rat people flowing in their bodies, and there was not a single trace of the characteristics of the rat people on their bodies. Other than being relatively thin and wretched, they were not much different from the warriors of the clan.
They were also thought to have the possibility of being reformed. They could use their blood and even their lives to wash away their shame and 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 âShame of Tulanâ!
The reason why such a despicable clan still existed in large numbers in various places of Tulan until today.
The main reason was that their reproductive ability 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 were never-ending.
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 in order 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.
When they saw barker 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 barker would not see their hateful looks and dirty their eyes.
They did not expect that even a lowlife among the 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.
The Rat Man was so drunk that he did not even notice buck the wild boarâs appearance. He was still standing there with a red face and saliva flying everywhere, chattering non-stop.
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 let out a scream. His eyes were wide open and his cheeks bulged high. With a âWahâsound, he spat out a large amount of blood and vomit.
Buckâs cousin heard the commotion and rushed over to check.
When he saw that Buckâs leather boots were stained with vomit and blood, he thought that this rat-man who was curled up and humming had accidentally offended his cousin.
âBuck, whatâs Going On?â
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 Ratmanâs clothes, touched the material of the clothes, and turned his head, âThis guy is well-dressed. He doesnât look like an ordinary servant. Itâs best not to kill him directly. If he has really offended you, find his master and ask him to give us an explanation!â
âOf course I wonât kill him. Otherwise, I would have kicked his heart out!â
Buck the wild boar dragged the ratman up and checked his chest first. He spat contemptuously. âWhat a cheap guy. He can take a beating!â
However, he could not hold back his anger. He punched the Ratmanâs monkey cheek again, neither too heavy nor too light.
Of course, it was what he thought was âNeither too heavy nor too light.â.
However, the Ratman was beaten so badly that he could only breathe out. He was foaming at the mouth and convulsing violently.
âHumph!â
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 the other three companions from Red Creek town over.
âBut, why?âHis cousin asked in puzzlement.
Buck the wild boar kept humming for a long time, and his big face turned red. He only said, âStop talking nonsense. Just go if I ask you to. Youâll know later!â
Soon, five wild boar warriors from Red Creek town blocked the back alley of the tavern.
One of them crossed his arms and put the heavy saber under the creak pit. 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.
A basin of water was splashed on his face and he pressed hard on his chest a few times. It was not easy for him to wake up the rat man who was especially tough.
The bad wine that this guy had just drunk was mixed with vomit and spewed out. 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 was instantly scared out of his wits. He struggled as he squirmed, desperately begging for mercy.
âHonorable and wise warriors, I, I really donât know how I offended all of you. I, I really deserve death, but Iâm just a lowly and dirty rat man. Iâm not worthy for you to do it yourself. Even if, even if you step on me to death, you will still dirty the soles of your shoes, right?â
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.
However, they stopped thinking about beating him up.
âWho are you? What are you doing here?â
Barker asked with a sullen face.
The rat-manâs eyes flickered, as if he was ashamed to reveal his identity. He only said timidly, âI, I finally rested for half a day, and I came out to have some fun.â
The high-level orcs were addicted to alcohol.
The rat-people were no exception.
Moreover, the rules of the Tulan people did not prohibit the rat-people from entering and leaving taverns â it was 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 his hand and beating his 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 rat citizens, the most despised existence.
If they went to the lowest grade cheap tavern, they might 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 also a very reasonable thing.
Buck the wild boar did not suspect anything.
But he was not easily fooled.
He used the mop head to poke at the bruise on the Rat Manâs chest that he had kicked out. He said, âYou havenât answered my question. Who the hell are you? !â
The rat man was even more injured. He was stabbed until he squeaked.
But he seemed to have some concerns and refused to answer directly.
Buck the wild boar was surprised and said to his companions, âBlack-corner city is really different. The rat-people here dare not answer the masterâs questions. Donât the Warriors here know how to make the rat-people?â
At this time, the cousin with long, thin eyes, who was relatively calm, 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 Manâs clothes when he was kicking him.
A pair of small and exquisite cat ears were engraved on the badge.
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