The orc warriors' curse consisted of two syllables.
The first syllable meant "black" and "night."
The second syllable did not mean "small." It was a proper noun used specifically to refer to the "Black Dwarves" of the Holy Light Faction—the name of a race.
Put together, it left Meng Chao completely baffled.
He could not see what resemblance there was between himself—with his average build, sparse body hair, and smooth skin—and those Black Dwarves of the Holy Light Faction, who were short and squat, covered in thick hair and even full beards regardless of gender, and possessed tempers foul enough to explode at any moment.
Besides, he was not black at all!
And unlike the momentary suffocating silence when he had first landed, once the orc warriors discovered that he was a "Black Dwarf," they all seemed to have suffered an immense insult and provocation. Like their tails had been stepped on, they sprang up one after another, baring fangs and brandishing claws at Meng Chao, making faces, waving swords and blades, gesturing as though they wanted to slit his throat, cut open his belly, and chop him into eight pieces.
Kassava recognized Meng Chao at a glance.
Of course, anyone who had turned the Blood Skull Arena upside down, looted the Blood Skull Shrine clean, and incidentally spirited away a large number of Ratfolk Servant Soldiers from the Blood Skull Arena—leaving Kassava unable to raise his head before his father and turning him into the laughingstock of his entire Lineage—
would probably not be easily forgotten by him.
Yet Kassava's fury was a hundred times more violent than Meng Chao had expected.
His Totem Power erupted like a volcano, forcibly crushing the mount beneath him.
The mount was enormous, like some crossbreed between a rhinoceros and a hippopotamus. It