After downing eight cups of strong liquor in one go, Boar Warrior Buck's anger subsided slightly.
But the urge to urinate gradually swelled.
He let out a foul, alcohol-reeking burp, threw an arm around one of his cousins' shoulders, and staggered toward the tavern's back alley.
In truth, Black Horn City possessed an advanced public sanitation and sewer system far beyond Clan civilization.
It could not be helped. High-Level Orcs had astonishing appetites, and their digestive systems differed from ordinary people's. Their excrement was ten times the volume of a normal person's.
For colossal beings like Mammoth Men, their excrement could be dozens of times that of an ordinary person.
With war imminent, the army gathered in Black Horn City had swelled more than tenfold over its usual numbers.
Without a fully equipped, smoothly functioning sanitation system capable of instantly processing massive quantities of waste, Black Horn City would be drowned in piles of shit before the army even marched out to seize glory!
Thus, the Old Blacksmith Tavern had a grand latrine large enough to hold even a Mammoth Man.
But Boar Warrior Buck, who came from Red Creek Town, still preferred going to the little alley behind the tavern, facing the whistling night wind, gazing at the high sky, whistling a tune, and shamelessly taking care of business.
He had visited the Old Blacksmith Tavern more than a dozen times already.
Even with his eyes closed, he could still find the place with practiced ease.
Undoing his belt, he imagined Big Kukri of the Bloodhoof Family, battered black and blue, weeping bitter tears, kneeling before him and begging desperately. He chuckled, opened the floodgates, and relieved himself with hearty abandon.
All the while, he kept muttering, "I'll piss you to death!"
Before long, he had finished. Boar Warrior