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The Vidal Family was highly efficient.

Having devised a plan, they located the group of green-skinned people as quickly as possible.

They also reported the situation—they had witnessed the legendary Big Mek.

"You little shrimp, if you're lying to me, I'll eat you up and then poop you out."

The orc who spoke was called Kan Fantian, one of the military leaders of the Red Hammer Tribe. He had traveled thousands of miles to the human world on a great mission to find the prophesied Big Mek.

By orc standards, such behavior is nothing short of sacred asceticism.

The vast differences in cultural customs between the two races meant that the journey was extremely difficult. As Kanfantian and his group of greenskins Kan Fantian deep into the Empire, they suppressed their surging rage and desperately controlled their anger and fighting spirit, avoiding fights and killings with unfriendly humans. They endured humiliation along the way, as their sense of mission and responsibility to find the Big Mek suppressed their instinct to crush everything.

Unless absolutely necessary, the Greenskins will never enter human settlements. They will only discreetly and cautiously enter human cities when gathering information or purchasing weapons, and will hold their noses as they search for the local Green City Chamber of Commerce.

The so-called Green City Chamber of Commerce was established by the orcs of the Bad Moon Clan.

This clan's greenskins are anything but greenskins; they are natural-born merchants, cunning, and greedy. They trade with humans, even having guild offices in every major city. On one hand, they import large quantities of all sorts of odds and ends from the human world to sell back to the north. On the other hand, they act as intermediaries, hiring fierce, brutal, and useful orcs for humans to fight. While charging exorbitant brokerage fees, they also satisfy their orc brethren's lifelong need for fighting and brawling, thus making a fortune.

Most green-skinned people don't like these roundabout, cowardly types.

The green-skinned brethren of the Bad Moon Clan mocked the group of people who Kan Fantian, saying that only the idiots of the Red Hammer Tribe would be so fixated on the legend of the Big Mek.

Oh, and the idiots from the Red Scythe Tribe too.

The former admires the countless amazing and powerful bangs and explosions brought by the Big Mek, while the latter reveres the Big Mek's own evil, brutality, and madness.

The other clans' greenskins, however, were indifferent to this, because orcs were too lazy to think about such complicated things. Regarding the prophecy of the Big Mek, the greenskins had only one opinion—if it's so powerful, where is it?

No? You're talking nonsense.

This is why the monsters that "Kan Fantian" came to the human world.

They all firmly believed in the prophecy and longed to find the legendary Big Mek as soon as possible, then return north to follow him and overturn all the fools in his way, take over all the chieftains and warlords, unite all the orc clans, and then...

Then what?

Fight, bleed, set fires, explode—do whatever you want, do whatever you want!

But all of this depends on one prerequisite.

First, we need to find the Big Mek.

The orcs had no idea how handsome he was. The prophecy provided very limited information, only indicating the general location and a certain important detail about the Big Mek; nothing else was known.

It's like finding a needle in a haystack.

But the Kan Fantian, with their optimistic nature and simple intuition, still deduced one thing.

--Since he is the prophesied Big Mek, he is naturally extremely powerful, extremely strong, and extremely violent. Such a powerful being must take pleasure in creating amazing noise and huge commotion. In other words, the Greenskins only need to find out where there are explosions, deaths, and strong men setting fires, and that's where the Big Mek is.

Ask the greenskins of the Evil Moon where there is more death, fire, and explosions, and the answer is the Goth Battlefield, where the fighting is raging. Also, in the southeast of the Empire, there's a tiny place called Glittering Sand Town that has been flattened by brutes, and it's said that the fighting was extremely unrestrained and violent, very waaaagh.

Where to find Big Mek is up to you.

Kan Fantian pondered for a moment.

It recalled hearing about barbarians fighting on the grasslands in the past. For example, there were thousands of barbarians mixed together and hacking each other to pieces in Stinking Shit Gully. The scene was very fierce and violent. But by the time it led its team to join the battle, it was usually over. Even the excrement left by the surviving barbarians after they had finished fighting was already cold.

After several such incidents, Kan Fantian realized a truth: news travels very slowly; unless it sprouts wings, by the time it reaches your ears, it's already too late.

The shit from that lousy place called Glittering Sand Town is probably already cold.

But the shit on Goth and the pointy-eared side doesn't look cold yet.

The green-skinned man's thought process was clearly single-core. Kan Fantian easily pieced together the two illogical things, "Goth and the elves are having a very intense fight in the opening scene" and "The Big Mek is definitely causing trouble there," and he believed it wholeheartedly. He decided to set off for Goth's battlefield at dawn.

Just then, the old butler of the Vidal Family personally stepped forward.

They went directly to the Greenskins' temporary camp in a valley outside the city.

And they notified them of this—they had discovered traces of the Big Mek.

Kan Fantian was skeptical, but it didn't matter. Whether it was true or not, a glance would confirm it. Besides, that nobody described Big Mek's vehicle in a very exaggerated way; a quick look would tell.

So, the leader of the Red Hammer Tribe, Kan Fantian, picked up his huge, heavy broadsword.

This thing is less of a broadsword and more of a super-heavy Tomahawk, a heavy contraption inlaid with a bunch of random metals—but that doesn't matter, that's the custom of the greens: as long as a weapon is easy to use, violent, and extremely lethal, it's called a broadsword.

Kan Fantian his beloved machete, Kan Fantian pounded his chest and shouted, "Kids! The little shrimps say they saw the Big Mek's WAAAAAGH tank!"

The old butler's figure disappeared into the darkness, calmly observing his masterpiece.

It's far too easy to deceive a bunch of brainless orcs.

They've already been told where the people went. Vidal is monitoring everything here, whether it's Kang De or the Crown Prince's men. What needs to be done now is to lure these orcs over there and have them fight the Crown Prince's men, preferably resulting in a draw.

Regardless of who wins or loses, Vidal will always be the last to appear and finish the match.

He saw Kan Fantian his large blade and roar.

So, let's catch up, and then...

The old butler's smile deepened.

It feels great to use others to achieve your goals while remaining hidden behind the scenes.

"--Then, let's see how the Big Mek slashes people with 'waaaaagh'!"

The old butler's smile froze on his face.

The green-skinned men responded with a roar of cheers.

Every orc's face was filled with anticipation and excitement.

There was no tension or worry, and even less of a will to fight.

--Since it is the ferocious, cunning, powerful, and violent Big Mek in the prophecy, it will naturally overturn all the useless and stupid people blocking its way like a whirlwind [beep--]. All they have to do is rush over to witness its invincible heroic posture and learn its awe-inspiring method of killing people.

The orcs seemed to believe this very much.

The old butler realized he had made a fatal mistake.

... He actually used human standards to judge the thoughts of these greens.

It was too late to remedy the situation! He watched helplessly as these beastmen, with their large feet, ran wildly and roared, a chill running through him.

If these greenskins don't help, Kang De will have to face the prince's pursuit alone!

With that kind of force and intensity, a direct confrontation would be extremely difficult. Even if he performed exceptionally well and barely managed to hold off the enemy, what if the orcs arrived and, seeing how hard he was struggling, realized he wasn't the legendary Big Mek and decided to settle scores with him?

For a moment, the old butler was in a state of utter confusion.

This is no longer something he can solve or decide!

He immediately moved forward to find the young lady who was coordinating intelligence and monitoring the situation.

And what about Kang De?

Kang De is on the run.

They fled in their car.

The Humvee roared, the accelerator floored, and it sped off, leaving the main road behind and racing off-road. Fortunately, the terrain was flat, with no steep cliffs or rivers, allowing it to maintain its maneuverability.

A burst of light erupted behind him, Kang De abruptly turned the steering wheel. Several bright flames shot out, exploding into a sky full of fire and churning air, causing the Humvee to tremble slightly. Frost shone like snow in the sky, and another frost ray swept across, hitting the top of the Humvee, but was blocked by the enhanced holy light runes.

Kang De swerved sharply, using the terrain to avoid being locked onto by the ray.

He glanced at the rearview mirror and saw a flash of light behind him, with more than a dozen figures chasing after him at breakneck speed. Behind them, dust billowed up, making this a pursuit force even stronger than that of Glittering Sand Town.

After encountering the old man who appeared late at night to stop people from buying his car, he was ambushed and killed by this group of people shortly after he drove off.

The group directly revealed his background and name, and ordered him to surrender immediately, promising him preferential treatment or else he would suffer.

How could Kang De possibly believe that? Since he has shown hostility, there's nothing more to say.

He suddenly drove off to break through the encirclement. Several enemy mages used magic to create muddy terrain to obstruct and isolate him, while the knights lurking on the side attacked the wheels with flying arrows. However, they underestimated the enchanting abilities of the Fire Thief and the degree of enchantment on the Humvee. As the foundation for the vehicle, the wheels were naturally heavily protected and enchanted. He sped off and forcefully smashed his way through the enemy lines.

Then came the pursuit.

"They don't want to kill me, but they want to capture me. If I, a Cathayan, have any value in being captured alive, it's only because of what I did in Glittering Sand Town!"

While steering the car, Kang De said, "I see. So you're capturing me to hand over to that Crown Prince? Is it related to that Vidal Family? I don't know, I know nothing, I have no information. But that's alright, we can get information out of them once we capture them alive!"

He took a deep breath, pressed the accelerator to the floor, and sped off.

"Without vehicle-mounted weapons, my escape by car is just a passive, defensive maneuver. All my skills are useless. I must turn the tide... I need to shake them off temporarily, then go back to the White Mist World to get my equipment!"

Just to be on the safe side, he didn't keep too many weapons in the car, only enough for self-defense, in case of any unforeseen circumstances... such as the car being stolen, intercepted, or vandalized.

As Kang De drove, he kept glancing back at the gas cylinder bomb, the most powerful explosive in the car. Tonight's events had happened so suddenly, and he hadn't yet found the right opportunity to use it.

--So, find a suitable opportunity, abandon the car and leave, leaving the gas cylinder in the vehicle. When you come to check, detonate it, blow it up, and set the car on fire as well, so it doesn't fall into the hands of the otherworldly beings.

The moment he thought of this, a wicked plan came to mind.

When fighting against beings from another world, they have a huge advantage in terms of information—they have no concept of bombs, traps, or the like, and they have no sense of defense against them.

It's settled then.

It's just a bit of a shame about this car.

As Kang De continued speeding, he sighed inwardly. He had been keeping this modified car company these past few days. This Humvee not only embodied the enchantment of his heart and soul, but it had also accompanied him on his journey. When he was tired, he would sleep here. With the doors tightly closed and the windows secure, it was truly a good haven.

Sitting in this small, moving fortress, even though the road is filled with otherworldly sights, listening to the music on the car CD and looking at the interior decorations, I still felt a sense of security, as if modern Civilization was all around me.

And now, is he going to destroy this car with his own hands...?

A fleeting hint of reluctance crossed Kang De's eyes, quickly replaced by a cold, resolute determination.

Life is the most important thing.

He still possesses that level of decisiveness.

As for these inexplicable bastards...

Damn it, you all got yourself into this mess!

Having made his decision, he immediately began searching for terrain. Just then, a blazing light shone behind him again, and a chilling feeling washed over him.

--The mage is about to unleash a powerful attack!

Without a second thought, Kang De immediately accelerated wildly, and just then, a dense ball of light shot out from behind and plunged straight into the ground, causing the earth to shake violently!

It was as if a powerful energy source had exploded underground, causing the soil to tremble and air to surge. The Humvee lurched and lurched as it desperately tried to escape the spell's range. The next moment, Kang De's eyes widened, and he let out a loud curse!

The car had crashed into a cliff, below which flowed a rushing river!

Damn it!

It was too late to brake, and besides, it was impossible to brake.

Kang De gritted his teeth, pressed the accelerator again, and leaped off the cliff!

A faint gasp came from behind. Kang De released the steering wheel, shielded his head and face with his arms, and with a dull thud, the Humvee plunged into the deep river and quickly sank to the bottom.

Fortunately, the enchantment and the vehicle's own sturdiness prevented the glass from shattering. Kang De looked to his left and right; the underwater area was completely dark, and the water hadn't seeped in yet.

But it was bound to happen sooner or later.

He has to make a decision.

This is not a safe place, because this is a magical world. Enemy mages will arrive soon, and a considerable number of Dou Qi will block the riverbank. The best opportunity is to slip away under the cover of the river and settle scores with these people later.

But the car can't be left here.

It must not be discovered or obtained by people from another world.

He couldn't bring it back to the White Mist World either... At the bottom of the river, the water pressure, the mental stress, and all sorts of other factors made it impossible for him to lift the car up or bring it back.

Even if it stayed here until Kang De had killed all his enemies, it would be difficult to retrieve it from the bottom of the water... Without tools, relying solely on brute force would be extremely difficult.

So... is destruction the only option?

Kang De's hand swept across the steering wheel, and he turned on the interior lights.

Even in this dire situation, the car diligently performed its function, protecting Kang De.

"Sorry..."

He sighed. "But why should I apologize? You're just a car..."

Mental energy is dispersed, preparing for Extraction.

Destroying a car is quite easy... and it won't leave any trace.

His mental energy swept across the entire vehicle, all its parts, all its structures... If the goal was simply to destroy it, the mental energy consumed would be far less than that of a formal Extraction.

After all, there's no need to understand any essence or properties of matter.

His spiritual power is constantly expanding and spreading.

The power of the Fire Thief is poised to shatter the very essence of this vehicle.

But when his mental energy touched the Element runes on the car, every inch of enchantment, every bit of memory, a trace of reluctance flashed through his heart.

This is only natural.

But there was no other way, so...

--Wait a moment.

In a flash, another thought crossed my mind.

There's actually another way to destroy something.

The success rate of destruction is very high.

Even a very small chance of failure will generate a tiny bit of byproduct...

"I've tried many times, and it's always ended in failure..."

"Although I don't have much hope..."

He gripped the steering wheel, closed his eyes, and whispered, "Hopefully this time will be different."

Ability activated.

It is not Extraction.

It's an enchantment.

Element... White Mist.

The almost endless White Mist drawn from the White Mist World.

It can create strange resonance and changes with the enchanted object.

This mixture of mysterious Element surged wildly into the car until every last drop of Kang De's power was exhausted, flowing like rivers into the sea.

Kang De opened his eyes and looked at everything inside the car.

Based on past experience, if an enchantment fails, the item will shatter and break, leaving only fragments.

The car remained completely still.

Did it succeed? Or did it fail? Or rather, it hasn't succeeded yet?

The thought flashed through his mind.

But the next moment, he heard a loud bang!

The Humvee, which had already been turned off, suddenly shuddered. Then, the two headlights suddenly turned on, and bright beams of light illuminated the water ahead. Immediately afterward, the entire vehicle began to vibrate deeply, and the buzzing and trembling sound grew louder and louder, with the sound of metal clashing constantly ringing out. Kang De, sitting in the driver's seat, felt the entire vehicle begin to rise.

--No, it didn't rise, the car stood up!

Bubbles continued to dissipate, the sounds of mechanical transmission were incessant, and everything in the cockpit was undergoing strange changes, reorganizing and transforming like an intricate machine. Only Kang De remained firmly seated; the transformation did not affect his seat, or rather, it had not yet reached him.

But everything has already pointed to one thing.

At that moment, the car came to life.

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PS1: This is a long chapter of 5,000 words. I originally wanted to split it into two parts... but after thinking about it, I decided to combine them. Goodnight, goodnight. I'll write more tomorrow.

PS2: By the way, the orcs in the book aren't the Warhammer series' kind. They're just similar in personality and style. The Greenskins in Warhammer have such a chaotic mitotic reproduction method, and their irrational waaagh power... that's it.