Orcs Attack

Big Babylon and Little Zack slept soundly for the first time on soft, curtained beds, feeling as though they were lying on clouds. Soon, they were snoring.

The two barbarians were quite carefree. Despite being on enemy territory, they slept soundly. Loud snores echoed throughout the vast old castle.

Allen woke up very early, his eyes red. He forced himself to concentrate and practiced the sixteen forms of the Enemy Capture Fist in the open space behind the old castle.

Sakre, with dew on his head, stared intently at Allen like a thief.

"What are you looking at?" Allen asked, wiping sweat from his face and looking at Sakre in the distance. "Haven't you ever seen someone practice martial arts?"

Sakre walked over, looking a bit embarrassed, and asked, "What martial art were you just practicing?"

"Enemy Capture Fist."

"Can you teach me?"

"Teach you? You've got good taste," Allen chuckled and said casually, "I'll do it again. It's very simple, just watch carefully."

Allen performed the familiar sixteen forms of the Enemy Capture Fist again.

He couldn't remember how many times he had practiced this extremely common set of moves from the future military. Although each move and stance seemed simple, they were incredibly practical.

The basic movements were improved from modern boxing and Sanda. The sixteen forms primarily emphasized leg techniques, focusing on striking first and incapacitating the enemy in one move. They incorporated punches, kicks, throws, and grappling, all with very high practical combat value.

Sakre mimicked Allen's movements, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

This guy was indeed a top talent among the younger generation of the Duchy of Rothel. After watching only once or twice, he had already learned it quite well.

Allen nodded, about to leave for breakfast.

Sakre quickly grabbed him and asked, "What about the Battle Qi that matches this martial art? Can you teach me?"

"What Battle Qi?" Allen looked puzzled.

Seeing that Sakre's expression wasn't fake, he looked disappointed. "So it's just the moves? What a shame."

"Oh, but I do have a mental cultivation technique," Allen said with a half-smile. "Every time you make a move, you have to chant a mantra loudly. It complements the fist techniques and makes them incredibly powerful. Especially when two people spar, you have to shout the mantra before you start."

"What's a mantra?" Sakre had never heard of such a thing.

Allen grinned and taught Sakre the mantra before turning to leave, intending to wake up the two barbarians. They had been snoring all night, as if in a competition, each snore longer and louder than the last.

Seeing Allen leave, Sakre felt he had mastered the technique. He eagerly waved over his lackey from a distance, whispered something to him, and then they parted ways.

Sakre raised his arms to protect his ribs, clenched his fists, and adopted a fighting stance. He roared at his lackey, "What are you looking at?"

Lackey #1 disdainfully replied, "Looking at you, what else?"

"Try looking again."

"Fine, I will."

"Ha! Then I'll beat you up." Sakre immediately threw two straight punches, followed by a right roundhouse kick. As he punched, he continuously chanted the mantra Allen had taught him: "Damn, beat you, damn, damn, beat you to death, damn."

Seeing the bruised and battered lackey, Sakre felt as refreshed as if he had drunk a glass of ice water on a hot summer day. He muttered to himself, "Allen was right. This martial art, combined with those few phrases, is indeed incredibly powerful."

The lackey, with a bump on his head, quickly agreed.

Allen, just entering the old castle, heard Sakre's shouting, which sounded like a fight between Northeasterners from his past life, and burst into laughter.

When everyone sat down at the long table in the garden, the two barbarians, faced with the abundant food, didn't stand on ceremony at all. They grabbed and ate with their hands, causing everyone to look at them askance.

Dina couldn't even eat properly, constantly going back to get more food.

Seeing that Big Babylon and Little Zack were finally full, Allen spoke, "In the next few days, I plan to take Dina with me to the Savage Ancient Plains with you."

Little Zack's eyes lit up. He exchanged a look with Big Babylon, and both showed surprise.

"But you must understand, I'm not taking Dina back to be a pawn for you barbarians," Allen said, shaking his head. "We're going to look for clues about Dina's birth mother."

Big Babylon hesitated, then murmured, "But... but I'm afraid..."

"No buts!" Allen interrupted him rudely. "If we can't find her in a day, we'll keep looking. If not in the plains, we'll go to the Behemoth kingdom. If not there, we'll search every corner of the Saint Cassis Continent."

Sakre secretly glanced at Dina, who had tears in her eyes, and sighed silently.

Little Zack seemed to have something to say and was about to speak when Allen interrupted him again. "You don't need to say anything. If the plains don't welcome us, we'll cross the Beast Forest and go to the Behemoth kingdom first."

"No! I still have..." Little Zack had only spoken two words before Sakre interrupted him again.

This guy had probably read too many knight novels. Just like last night, his attitude was exceptionally firm. "Take me with you. I'll go with you. If you don't take me, I'll go stab Wood to death right now, and then I'll follow you."

Allen smiled. This guy was really serious.

Little Zack looked anxious and kicked Big Babylon hard. Just as Big Babylon was about to interject, the old butler interrupted him.

Old Laixi looked at Sakre with admiration and said, "Count me in. If you all leave, there's no point for this old man to stay alone in the old castle."

Little Zack finally exploded and slammed his hand on the table.

Everyone looked at him with displeased expressions. Before he could even explain, Yorkshire ran in from outside, his eyes bloodshot and his face clearly showing anxiety.

Yorkshire, usually very steady, was panting heavily. The first words he spoke made everyone's hearts clench.

"Behemoth Orcs are attacking! Xiulunte's Earth Dragon Legion and the kingdom's border army won't be able to arrive for reinforcements until tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, everyone was greatly alarmed. The Outpost County had rarely encountered such a situation in recent years. Everyone looked at Dina somewhat unnaturally.

They all understood that the Behemoth Orcs were definitely coming for Dina this time.

Allen remained relatively calm and asked, "How many? Where are they now?"

"Thousands. Led by Behemoth Wolf Knights, with hundreds of powerful races. They've already reached the outskirts of Outpost County."

Sakre asked with confusion, "They didn't charge into Outpost County?"

Yorkshire was also a bit puzzled but explained, "Nearly a hundred Barbarians appeared from nowhere and started fighting those Behemoth Orcs."

Little Zack, who had been ignored, pointed at Yorkshire and weakly said, "Um, he's probably talking about my dad and the elite warriors from my tribe."

"What were you thinking just now?" Allen was exasperated. This guy had been eating and sleeping in the Old Castle while his own father was roughing it outside. Truly filial.

"I was trying to say that you kept interrupting me," Little Zack said innocently. "Also, can you go help them quickly? My dad and the warriors hadn't eaten for days before they arrived."