Sharpfang

Half-Orc Empire.

Fang Clan Megacity.

Within this city stood another mountain, upon which a well-defended palace and castle had been built.

This was the political and power center of the Sharpfang Clan.

Halfway up the mountain, the scenery was excellent, and many Sharpfang Clan nobles had built scenic estates there.

Outside one such estate, elite Fang Guards occupied advantageous defensive positions and stood watch around its perimeter.

Inside the estate, pretty half-orc maidservants could be seen everywhere, fluttering through the grounds like flower butterflies.

Teams of Fang Guards were also stationed in corners of the estate. Clad in luxurious equipment, they watched everything around them with wary expressions.

The Fang Guard was the Sharpfang Clan's most powerful force. Every member was at least a Gold-tier professional.

Such a force served only the rulers of the Sharpfang Clan.

Now that they had appeared within this estate, it was obvious that the ruler of the Sharpfang Clan was here.

A group of maidservants carried fruits that were already fine magical materials to ordinary people into a garden.

A group of young half-orcs played there, while an elderly half-orc lay amid the flowerbeds not far away.

She wore magnificent robes and reclined on an enormous lounge chair, surrounded by young half-orcs.

"Great-Grandmother, have a bite of this." A young half-orc girl picked up a fruit and held it to the old half-orc's lips.

She took one bite of the fruit and nodded in satisfaction. "Good girl~ Very nice..."

She was the awe-inspiring existence—the supreme ruler of the Sharpfang Clan, the Beast Shadow Shaman Priest, the Sharpfang Clan's Great-Grandmother, and a legendary shaman: Wuya!

Wuya's weathered face was covered in wrinkles, deep and shallow alike, like lake water crinkled by the winds of time.

Her skin had lost its elasticity, hanging loose and slack,