Nagrand, a gathering place for orcs-Garadar!
Following a man with a raised scar on his right arm, Beastmaster walked into Garadar, one step at a time.
Tall and powerfully built, Beastmaster stood a full head above ordinary orcs. Beside him, they looked like children.
With such an imposing physique, Beastmaster drew stares wherever he went. He was impossible to miss.
The orc walking ahead enthusiastically pulled Beastmaster along toward a certain spot, saying repeatedly, "Come on, let's go to my place!"
"I got some fine liquor from that other world a while back, but I haven't had the heart to drink it. Today, to thank you for saving me, brother, we have to share a drink!" The orc was brimming with enthusiasm.
It was not just because Beastmaster had saved his life. Beastmaster was also a Heroic Powerhouse.
The orc had clearly recognized Beastmaster's heritage: he had both ogre and orc blood. Orcs felt no prejudice whatsoever toward a mixed-blood like him, because Beastmaster's facial features were unmistakably orcish. He showed very few ogre traits, and that was enough.
Orcs were a highly aggressive race. They had no fondness for those who possessed orc blood but whose other ancestry dominated, leaving them looking nothing like orcs. Those mixed-bloods could essentially be considered outsiders. If their ancestry were divided into ten parts, only one would be orcish. How could such people possibly be accepted?
Even if someone like that was powerful, he could earn only awe among the orcs, not warmth.
Beastmaster's predominantly orcish appearance, combined with his strength, made him very welcome.
Beastmaster was also rather taciturn, which suggested to the orc that he had rarely ventured out before. He had strength but little experience of the world. That delighted the orc even more, because this was his chance to