This truly was not Big Kukri's first time seeing Meng Chao.
In fact, Meng Chao had been brought to the Blood Skull Arena by Big Kukri and his companions.
Back then, this black-haired, black-eyed man, covered in wounds from head to toe, had been crudely hung up in a torn fishing net. Suspended from two long spears before a procession of servant soldiers and slave laborers, he had swayed in the wind and rain, looking exactly like a grotesque, misshapen, yet exceedingly rare monster.
Big Kukri had once suspected that this black-haired, black-eyed monster was a mixed-blood descendant of High-Level Orcs and some other race.
The bold and uninhibited High-Level Orcs, who had no qualms about meat or vegetables, had few taboos when it came to men and women.
So long as the other party was not one of those damned Holy Light Race scum and was strong enough.
High-Level Orcs, who worshipped martial prowess, dared to unleash their full firepower upon members of the opposite sex from any foreign race.
It did not matter even if the other party was three to five times their size—indeed, that was even better.
Ogres, Two-Headed Ogres, bear goblins, hill giants, Frost Giants, bizarre Devil Race creatures from the Eternal Night Abyss... all of them lay within the High-Level Orcs' range.
In the heroic epics that had circulated across Turanze for a thousand years, there was even a tale of a War Chieftain from several millennia ago who had ventured deep into the Death Desert and impregnated a thousand-year-old lich of the Ancient Tomb Empire.
Although the authenticity of this tale was highly questionable.
That did not stop all High-Level Orcs from savoring it with relish, or from constantly yearning to follow the ancient hero's example and conquer every strong warrior on this