Chapter 13

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Mitchell slowly turned around and looked at the orcs in front of him before he said calmly,

“Are you guys with him?”

The orcs immediately shook their heads and waved their hands,

“No, no, no. Please calm down, Third Prince. We were ordered by King Xeno, so we had no choice.”

“That’s right, that’s right. We actually admire you very much!”

“You are the great hero of Blood Roar City. Why would we plot against you?”

After listening to their explanations, Mitchell slowly sat down and continued eating the dry food.

While the orcs stood rooted to the ground, not knowing what to do.

After Mitchell finished eating, one of the Orcs asked carefully,

“Third Prince, can we leave now?”

Mitchell gently wiped his mouth before saying calmly at the people in front of him,

“When did I ever say that you can leave like this?”

The orcs’ faces turned pale upon hearing that.

However, Mitchell’s next words gave them an even greater shock.

“Help me get this message across when you guys get back.”

“Tell Xeno that, ‘If you want to kill me, I, Mitchell, am always waiting for you.'”

Stunned, one of the orcs asked instinctively,

“Just a message? And we can leave now?”

Mitchell raised an eyebrow and smiled,

“If you want to die here, I don’t mind giving you a ride.”

The orc’s face turned pale again as he hurriedly said,

“No, no, no. We’ll go back right now and we’ll definitely bring the message back for you.”

With that said, they scrambled away.

Watching their retreating backs, Mitchell shook his head slowly.

I only wanted to leave. I have never expected Xeno would be so intolerant of me.

Forget it. The next time someone comes, I will not be so merciful.

Mitchell came to the body of the orc squad leader and slowly squatted down.

He wanted to see if he could merge with the orcs.

If possible, what would the effect be after the fusion?

He had just placed his right hand on the corpse of the orc squad leader when the system prompt appeared in his mind.

[Ding. Detected that Host has subdued the orc, do you want to merge?]

Mitchell was rather surprised to hear this notification.

He already had the bloodline of the orc race and to think that he could fuse with it as well.

“Yes.”

There was nothing to hesitate about so Mitchell immediately chose to merge.

Anyway, he already had the orc bloodline. Even if he did not improve after fusing with it, he would definitely not become weaker.

[Congratulations to Host for successfully fusing with the orc and obtaining the gene—Tenfold Battle Intent]

Mitchell was slightly surprised to hear this result.

He also had the talent of fighting spirit too.

However, as he was not a purebred orc, Mitchell had very little fighting spirit.

But it was undeniable that Battle Intent was indeed a very powerful talent.

With the will to fight, Mitchell would be able to have stronger battle instincts when he encountered battles in the future.

No matter what, it would be better than nothing.

After the light particles fused into his glabella, Mitchell slowly got up and prepared to move forward.

However, misfortune never came alone.

Another group of people had appeared in the forest in front of him again and were approaching him from the forest.

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“Boss, there seems to be an orc in front!”

One of the smaller men shouted, pointing at Mitchell.

The bald human leader looked at Mitchell and frowned,

“Why are we so unlucky? It’s actually an orc.”

He said this not because he was afraid of the orcs’ immense strength.

It was because orcs often represented poverty.

Generally speaking, it was always a thankless task when they encountered orcs.

However, the bald leader looked at Mitchell carefully and smirked,

“This orc looks like a weakling who had developed poorly. Look at that small body of his. It’s almost comparable to us humans.”

The others looked at Mitchell after hearing him.

Indeed, this orc was only about 1.8 meters tall, not much different from a human.

Since they decided to be bandits, naturally their belief was to bully the weak and fear the strong.

How could they not kill such trash since they bumped into one?

Although this orc was a little poor, he still had some meat on him.

Why should they let him escape when he sent himself to them?

“Kid, you’re lucky to have met us today.”

The bald leader revealed a sinister smile as he stroked the steel knife in his hand.

Meanwhile, the other bandits had already slowly moved over and were smiling maliciously at Mitchell.

Mitchell slowly surveyed his surroundings and said calmly,

“Oh. So, running into bandits is considered to be lucky now? This is the first time I’ve heard of such logic.”

As soon as he said that, the bandits burst into laughter.

The bald leader said to the weak orc in front of him proudly,

“We made a killing today and are in a good mood, so we won’t kill you then. You can live as long as you hand over your belongings. Isn’t that lucky enough?”

Mitchell smiled at the bald leader’s words.

“I was just wondering why bandits bring carts along when you are out to rob people. Actually, it’s because you’ve stolen them. How about this? I’m in a good mood today as well. As long as you leave this cart of things behind, I will let you live.”

The smile on the bald leader’s face froze.

“Kid, I think you still don’t grasp the current situation. There are so many of us here, and you’re alone…”

“And you’re underdeveloped some more.” The lackey beside him took the opportunity to chime in.

These words caused the bandits to burst into laughter again.

Mitchell wasn’t angry at all when he heard that. He simply pulled out his spear slowly and said calmly,

“I kept you alive out of kindness, but since you didn’t appreciate my kindness…”

With a whoosh, he pulled out the long spear completely and it was emitting a horrifying glow.

“…Then don’t blame me for being ruthless!”

Even then, these eleven bandits had yet to realize the severity of the matter.

The bald leader stared intently at the Silver Dragon Spear in Mitchell’s hand. His eyes were shining with greed.

After being a bandit for so many years, the bald leader naturally had a good eye.

He could tell at a glance that the spear in Mitchell’s hand was valuable.

Right then, the lackey also reminded him,

“Boss, that kid’s armor seems to be valuable too!”

The bald leader nodded slightly and his eyes were already completely blinded by greed.

“Since you refuse to take the easy way out, then you shall leave your life forever.”