NOVEL NEXT Chapter 29.1
Moving northwestward from Mount Lind along the mountains, there were the Gong Rasha Mountains. The range consisted of Mount Gongor, Mount Gurat and Mount Alyosha, and reached a height of 4000 meters. The Beastmen country was beyond this mountain range. The Gong Rasha Mountains was part of the dwarf territory, but not every mountain had a hole leading to the other side, such as the Do Banga’s hole. Even if there was a route through the Beastmen Country, not everyone knew about it, and of course there were no maps either. Therefore, if a traveler wanted to pass from the dwarf lands to the Beastmen Country, they had to take a long detour through the mountain range, as a steep mountain range was not a place normally used for passage.
“The fog is getting thicker and thicker.”
“Yes, it is.”
Bash was on such a mountain. He was the Orc Hero. He was used to harsh battlefields, and sometimes ran through steep mountain paths like this, deep forests and battlefields full of magic. With his strong orc body and his inexhaustible physical strength, it was easy to cross a mountain range of this magnitude.
“Can you see your feet?”
“No, I can’t, but that’s no problem.”
Bash was now climbing a precipice in thick fog. He was clinging tightly to the steep slope, but he was moving so fast he looked like a giant spider. Anyone who didn’t know it would have looked twice and pinched their cheeks to see if they were being tricked by a magical beast that created illusions. But it was a sight that anyone who did know him would be relieved to see, saying “Oh, even standing on a cliff like that, Sir Bash doesn’t fail to do justice to his title of Hero”.
“My, my? Mister, I see you’re in a good mood. What’s the matter?”
“I was just thinking about the beastwomen, you know?”
Bash was all smiles. He was thinking about the Beastwomen he had seen during the war. They were all fearless warriors with lithe, beautiful bodies.
The Beastmen. If they could be described in one word, they would be bipedal beasts. Agile and fierce. Relentless and cruel. They could see in the dark with their night vision and used their keen sense of smell to find their enemies, even in dense fog. They used a special cry that only they could understand to maintain close communication between their troops, and their brilliant siege battles to hunt down the enemy were a real spectacle. They were far behind the other races in terms of magic, but they didn’t let that bug them. For they were a race of warriors.
However, there was one more important fact for the orcs.
The Beastmen sired many children. A single pregnancy could produce three to seven children. Moreover, during the annual mating season, they did not refuse to mate with orcs, but approached them passionately. Therefore, they were extremely popular among some orcs. They said that beastwomen were the best at bearing children.
The appearance of the Beastmen was not to the liking of all orcs, but to Bash, they fell into the category of his preference. At least compared to the dwarves. The thought of encountering one of the Beastwomen he had not yet seen naturally made his mouth relax and his steps lighten.
“Next time, I want to find a wife.”
“That’s right! So far I have not been able to offer perfect support, because I have been fooled by half-informed people. But next time, I will find a perfect wife giving you perfect support and bring you a perfect proposal!”
Three unsuccessful proposals. This made Bash, a veteran warrior, a little impatient.