Beastmen Attack

Big Babylon and Little Zack slept in soft canopy beds for the first time. It was like lying on clouds, and they soon drifted off to sleep, snoring loudly.

The two barbarians had big hearts. Even in the territory of an enemy faction, they slept soundly, their snores echoing endlessly through the vast Old Castle.

Allen got up early, his eyes red. Forcing himself to stay alert, he practiced a set of sixteen-form Enemy Capture Fist in the open space behind the Old Castle.

Like a petty thief, Sakre stood there with dew on his head, staring at Allen without blinking.

"What are you looking at?" Allen wiped the sweat from his face and looked at Sakre in the distance. "Never seen anyone practice boxing?"

Looking slightly embarrassed, Sakre walked over and asked, "What Martial Skills were you practicing just now?"

"Enemy Capture Fist."

"Can you teach me?"

"Teach you? You've got a good eye." Allen laughed and said casually, "I'll do it again, then. It's simple. Watch carefully."

Allen performed the familiar set of Enemy Capture Fist once more.

He had long lost count of how many times he had practiced this utterly ordinary military combat style from his previous life. Every move looked simple, but each was immensely practical.

Its basic movements had been refined from modern boxing and sanda. The sixteen forms excelled mainly in leg techniques, emphasizing striking first and defeating the enemy in a single move. It combined punches, kicks, throws, and grappling, making it highly valuable in actual combat.

Sakre copied Allen's movements again and again, and his eyes grew brighter.

This guy truly was one of the outstanding members of the younger generation in the Duchy of Rothel. After watching it only once or twice, he had already learned it with decent form.

Allen nodded and was just about to leave for breakfast.

Sakre quickly grabbed him and asked, "What about the Battle Aura that goes with this Martial Skill? Can you teach me that?"

"What Battle Aura?" Allen looked puzzled.

Seeing that Allen did not seem to be pretending, Sakre said disappointedly, "Only the moves? What a shame."

"Oh, but there is a mental technique." Allen smiled mysteriously. "Every time you make a move, you have to shout out a chant. It greatly enhances the power of the fist technique, especially when two people spar. Both sides must shout the chant before making a move."

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

After cheerfully teaching Sakre the chant, Allen turned and left, intending to wake the two barbarians. Those two had snored all night as if they were competing—each snore longer and louder than the last.

After watching Allen leave, Sakre felt that he had already mastered it. He eagerly beckoned over a lackey from the distance, whispered a few words to him, and the two separated.

Sakre raised his arms to guard his ribs, clenched his fists, and assumed a fighting stance. Looking imposing, he roared at the lackey, "What the hell are you looking at?"

Lackey Number One replied disdainfully, "Looking at you. So what?"

"Try looking again."

"I'll look if I want to."

"Ha! Then I'll beat your ass!" Sakre charged in with two left and right straight punches, followed by a right roundhouse kick. As he threw punches, he kept reciting the chant Allen had taught him. "Damn it, I'll beat your ass! Damn it! I'll beat you to death! Damn it!"

Seeing the lackey beaten black and blue, Sakre felt as refreshed as if he had drunk a cup of ice water on a hot June day. He muttered to himself, "Allen was right. This Martial Skill really is incredibly powerful when paired with those chants."

The lackey, covered in bruises, hurriedly agreed.

As Allen entered the Old Castle, he heard Sakre shouting insults like a Northeasterner from his previous life getting into a fight and burst out laughing.

When everyone sat at the long table in the garden, the two barbarians faced the lavish spread of food without the slightest reserve, grabbing and stuffing food into their mouths. The sight made everyone else stare.

Dina could not even focus on eating herself and kept going back for more food.

Only after seeing that Big Babylon and Little Zack had finally eaten their fill did Allen speak. "Over the next few days, I'm planning to take Dina with you to the Savage Ancient Plains."

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

"But you need to understand that I'm not taking Dina back for your barbarian tribe to use as a pawn." Allen shook his head. "We're going to search for clues about Dina's biological mother."

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

"No buts!" Allen rudely cut him off. "If we can't find her in one day, we keep looking. If she isn't on the Wasteland, we go to the Behemoth Kingdom. If she isn't in the Behemoth Kingdom, we'll search every corner of the Saint Cassis Continent."

Sakre secretly glanced at Dina, tears at the corners of her eyes, and silently sighed.

Little Zack seemed to have something to say. Just as he opened his mouth, Allen interrupted again. "You don't need to say anything. If the Wasteland doesn't welcome us, we'll cross the Beast Forest and go to the Behemoth Kingdom first."

"No! I still have..." Little Zack had barely gotten out two words before Sakre interrupted him again.

Perhaps he had read too many knight novels. Just like the night before, his attitude was exceptionally firm. "Count me in. I'll go with you. If you won't take me, I'll go stab Wood to death with a sword right now, then follow you anyway."

Allen laughed. This guy really took things seriously.

Little Zack looked frantic. He viciously kicked Big Babylon and was about to interject when the Old Butler interrupted him again.

Old Laixi gave Sakre an approving look and said, "Count me in as well. Once all of you leave, there's no point in this old bag of bones staying alone in the Old Castle."

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

Everyone looked at him with displeasure. Before he could explain, Yorkshire came running in from outside, his eyes bloodshot and his anxious expression unmistakable.

Normally calm and steady, Yorkshire was panting heavily. His very first words made everyone's hearts clench.

"The Behemoth Orcs are attacking. Xiulunte's Earth Dragon Legion and the kingdom's border troops won't arrive to reinforce us until tomorrow."

Everyone was shocked upon hearing this. Outpost County had almost never encountered such a situation in recent years, and everyone instinctively looked toward Dina.

They all understood that the Behemoth Orcs had definitely come for Dina this time.

Allen remained relatively calm and asked, "How many? How far have they gotten?"

"Several thousand. Mostly Behemoth Wolf Knights, along with several hundred warriors from powerful races. They've already reached the outskirts of Outpost County."

Sakre asked in confusion, "They haven't charged into Outpost County?"

Yorkshire was confused as well, but he still explained, "Somehow, nearly a hundred barbarians appeared out of nowhere and started fighting the Behemoth Orcs."

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

"What were you trying to say earlier?" Allen was truly speechless. This guy had arrived at the Old Castle and done nothing but eat and sleep while his own father was suffering out there in the elements. What a dutiful son.

"I was trying to tell you, but you kept interrupting me." Little Zack said innocently, "Also, can you hurry up and help? My dad and the warriors hadn't eaten for days before coming here."