Ice Storm's canine teeth sank deep into her lips.
Threadlike patterns of light, fine as hair, were embedded in the blood that flowed out.
Kassava's question was one she could not answer.
Because she did not know why she possessed such a special constitution either.
High-Level Orcs generally did not reject mixed-bloods.
Whether they were mixed with ogres, hill giants, Frost Barbarians, or the Abyss Demon Race, it made no difference.
Many High-Level Orcs even deliberately crossed mountains and rivers to challenge hill giants and trolls, and to court them.
There was no other reason.
Because hill giants and trolls were big enough.
In the aesthetics of High-Level Orcs, the bigger one was, the more beautiful one was.
And defeating larger opponents, conquering larger mates, naturally displayed one's martial valor all the more.
The vast majority of mixed-bloods could earn their clans' recognition and favor so long as they possessed overwhelmingly formidable strength, passing the Blood Conferral Ritual to become true Turan Heroes.
If they lacked strength, then they were lowly ratfolk.
And no one cared even less about the bloodline of ratfolk.
Only mixed blood with the Holy Light Human Race was an absolute taboo.
Because the Totem Power and Holy Light power within a mixed-blood born of a High-Level Orc and a Holy Light Human often conflicted with each other, forcing the mixed-blood to choose only one kind of power.
Even that power would suffer constant interference and erosion from the other, becoming exceedingly weak and unstable.
Basically, a mixed-blood of a High-Level Orc and a Holy Light Human was a ticking time bomb on the battlefield. No one knew what would happen when he unleashed Superhuman Power. If things went badly, his entire body might explode, taking the surrounding comrades down with him. That was nothing unusual.