76: Chapter 76 Orcs will never be slaves unless they are provided with food and lodging.

Just...

Just like that...

Huh!???

At this moment, a massive question mark hung over the heads of every lord across the globe.

To put it this way, Xu Xuan really liked a word often used by the global lords—'Huh?'

Dozens of minutes ago, the global announcement stated that Xu Xuan was being ambushed by the Orc Sword Saint. Now, it was telling everyone that the Orc Sword Saint had joined the human camp and become a high-ranking general under Xu Xuan's command.

The feeling was as if An Lushan had rebelled halfway through and had already fought his way to the front of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang.

Then, just as the rebellion was about to succeed, An Lushan knelt before Emperor Xuanzong, weeping bitterly and repenting for his past mistakes. It was that absurd.

It was... it was quite sudden, quite abrupt.

What on earth happened?

Everyone had just been celebrating that Xu Xuan might die at the hands of the Orc Sword Saint, and that the Orc Sword Saint had purged the world of the scourge that was Xu Xuan.

But as it turned out, the Sword Saint had joined Xu Xuan's camp. Now, Xu Xuan, that cancerous player among the lords, had actually managed to get a new hero for free?

What exactly happened?

For that, we have to rewind time to dozens of minutes ago.

When the Orc Sword Saint leaped down and appeared before Xu Xuan.

This gray-haired old orc let out a cold sneer. He stood calmly in place, waiting for the subsequent reinforcements.

While the old orc was smiling, Xu Xuan, sitting on a wooden chair, chuckled and said, "Don't bother waiting. Not a single one of your subordinates is coming up."

Upon hearing Xu Xuan's words, the Sword Saint's heart jolted.

In the Orc Sword Saint's plan, he was waiting for the 400 heavy-armored orcs to arrive one after another.

These orc heavy-armored warriors would block Xu Xuan's soldiers for him, while the Sword Saint himself would go straight for Xu Xuan's head to complete the decapitation strike!

Once Xu Xuan died, this human army would lose its backbone. At that time, they would collapse without a fight, and two hundred thousand people would become fodder for the orc army.

Everything had been calculated. Unfortunately, while the Sword Saint's idea was beautiful, it was practically unfeasible.

Realizing his expected reinforcements hadn't arrived, the Orc Sword Saint took a deep breath and gripped his longsword tightly.

"In that case, let us fight!"

His mind began calculating how to carve a path of blood out of this Floating Island.

As for Xu Xuan, he certainly wasn't going to give him the chance.

"Nezha, go."

From his wooden chair, Xu Xuan waved his hand, letting Nezha, who was wearing a red bellyband, be the first to face the Orc Sword Saint.

Chewing on a piece of foxtail grass, wearing a red bellyband, and with his hands in his pockets, Nezha walked forward lazily: "Got it. This young master's hands just happen to be itching for a fight."

Seeing a little kid barely 1.4 meters tall coming to face him, the 2.4-meter-tall Orc Sword Saint couldn't help but want to laugh.

This? Just this human brat?

He even had his hair in two buns; he looked quite cute.

In that instant, the Orc Sword Saint became somewhat dazed.

He thought of his deceased daughter. Ultimately, he participated in the War of Ten Thousand Races just to resurrect his daughter...

He couldn't die. He couldn't die here. He had to keep living to bring his precious daughter back to life.

With this conviction, the Orc Sword Saint gripped his longsword: "To send a child, what kind of person are you?"

"Hmm?"

Nezha lazily summoned his fire-tipped spear, his thick eyebrows arching as an annoyed expression crossed his face: "Old man, do you know who this young master is?"

"Get out of the way! This old man does not slay children!"

The Orc Sword Saint suddenly charged forward, wanting to push Nezha aside. His goal was to take Xu Xuan's head directly.

Who would have thought that as he rushed up, Nezha would suddenly grip his fire-tipped spear and strike upward!

If not for the Orc Sword Saint's quick reaction speed, this spear wouldn't have just grazed his face; it would have been a headshot.

The Orc Sword Saint dodged to the side, the fire-tipped spear brushing past his face, leaving a bloody gash on the old orc's face.

"You brat!"

The Sword Saint growled and swung his longsword.

For a time, the fire-tipped spear and the longsword clashed. Both sides fought back and forth, and the scene was incredibly intense.

Nezha was small and agile, fighting while retreating to utilize the advantage of his long spear.

The Orc Sword Saint had rich combat experience and tried his best to stay close to Nezha, negating the length advantage of the fire-tipped spear.

Xu Xuan, surrounded by a group of divine generals, watched the battle.

He was observing, seeing how much of a strength gap there was between his divine generals and an orc hero.

From the current look of it, Nezha and the Orc Sword Saint were evenly matched. Nezha also fought with an innate fire attribute, occasionally spitting out exotic flames to force the Sword Saint back.

The Orc Sword Saint, on the other hand, was a pure physical-type warrior, similar to Chi You and Xing Tian.

On his chair, Xu Xuan leaned back lazily: "Time's about up. Chi You, Xing Tian, you guys go in together."

Chi You still had some reservations, concerned about his reputation.

"Great King, won't we be bullying him a bit? Is three against one really okay?"

"Stop wasting time. If we can gang up on him, then gang up on him. No one talks about ethics on the battlefield. If a few more orc heroes show up, would they be willing to duel us one-on-one?"

Hearing Xu Xuan's words, Chi You and Xing Tian cast aside their concerns about their image and joined the siege against the Orc Sword Saint.

The Orc Sword Saint was already struggling against Nezha. He hadn't expected this brat's combat power to be on par with his own.

Now with Chi You wielding a giant axe and Xing Tian joining in with a shield and a poleaxe, the Orc Sword Saint instantly became more and more terrified as the fight progressed.

This Xu Xuan!?

This kid! How could he have so many hero units?

And each one was fiercer than the last. The Orc Sword Saint considered himself a brave warrior of the Orc Race, but these two humans, Chi You and Xing Tian—the brute strength in their bodies was actually not weaker than his!

That battle intent, those primal roars full of wildness; Chi You and Xing Tian beat the Orc Sword Saint until he couldn't even lift his head, and the wounds on his body grew more numerous.

Was... was he going to die here?

To be beaten into a state where he couldn't even fight back by three human heroes with strength similar to his.

He wanted to resurrect his daughter. Was it all going to end here?

The Orc Sword Saint clenched his fists. Blood stained his teeth, and his body had already suffered heavy damage in multiple places.

From his chair, Xu Xuan spoke: "Surrender. There is no point in continuing to fight like this. Sign a contract with me and join me."

Hearing Xu Xuan's call for surrender, a fiercer battle intent ignited in the Orc Sword Saint's heart!

Even if it was three against one, even if he was surrounded by a crowd, he would never surrender!

As an orc, he would rather die than submit! Orcs shall never be slaves!

Fight to the death without retreat, let the orc blood boil, and burn every last drop of it!

Just as the Orc Sword Saint was going mad, burning his life force and causing his combat power to skyrocket.

"Father!"

A familiar voice suddenly exploded in his ear.

In that instant, the Orc Sword Saint's mind wandered, and he froze.

He stopped his longsword, which had been dancing like a whirlwind, and stared blankly at a white figure in the distance.

That was... that looked like... his daughter's soul?

"Father, please don't fight anymore. Don't die! Stay alive!"

His daughter's voice caused the Orc Sword Saint's brain to go completely blank.

He stopped moving and was pinned to the ground by Chi You and Xing Tian working together.

But he still stared blankly at his daughter's soul, dazed for a long time.

What the Orc Sword Saint didn't know was that the so-called soul was merely Su Daji's illusion.