259: You picked the right one!

"Hahaha, we really had a bountiful harvest this time. That Human Race is so stupid; they actually listened to our orders."

"We must keep the secret of this spatial fissure safe. Only our Merchant Caravan can know about it. We absolutely cannot let anyone else stick their nose in, otherwise our profits will decrease."

"You don't need to tell me that. Every cent earned by our Merchant Caravan is to be shared as dividends; no one wants their share to decrease."

A group of Orcs whispered among themselves, their faces beaming with happy smiles.

They were originally just a very small Merchant Caravan, usually relying on reselling goods from various places to make a profit.

Ever since they discovered that wormhole, they realized that the Human Race was a very popular commodity, and quite a few Orcs were fond of this sort of thing.

Living people could be sold directly as men or women; some were captured to be slaves, while others were caught simply to be used as food.

There were even those extremely perverted Orcs who did all sorts of bizarre things, but they didn't care about that at all, as long as they could make money.

To them, these Human Race members were no longer the Human Race, but rather shining gold coins; having them meant endless wealth.

Several people in the sky slowly descended at the city gate. They were once again mistaken for the Human Race, but after producing their travel permits and the accompanying letters of introduction, the werewolf guards finally let them enter the city.

"The people of this world are really easy to fool. We said we were the Myriad-Eyed Clan and they believed us. Our eyes are just a disguise and have no real effect; it would be so easy to expose us."

Su Yao curled her lip, speechless. Basically, none of these guys would verify their identities; whatever they said was accepted as truth, as if they had no brains at all.

Along the way, they hadn't encountered a single intelligent person.

In fact, if one were to simply ask a few questions or ask them to perform the corresponding Spells of the Myriad-Eyed Clan, they wouldn't be able to do it.

The group walked along the main street, purchasing some herbs they needed and some local specialties.

Here, they actually discovered food crops with an extremely high yield. With these, perhaps the Human Race would no longer have to go hungry.

This type of plant-based food was generally fed to herbivorous animals, and many places had already started farming them. They discovered that once the wild beasts in the forests were eaten up, there was no source of food left.

Now, those Families or forces capable of farming were already considered wealthy and powerful to the Orc race.

Wherever they were, there would basically be an endless supply of food. Even if they sold it at a high price, people would still buy it, so they could quickly accumulate capital and then continue to expand their farming operations.

Du Xian and the others wandered through the market for a long time and quickly spotted that Merchant Caravan.

The Human Race goods displayed on it immediately confirmed to them that this was the very Merchant Caravan that had discovered that spatial fissure.

"So these guys wanted to conduct trade. No wonder they hadn't said anything about the other party; their intentions were quite easy to guess."

Zhang Hai curled his lip, looking extremely disdainful.

"Fortunately, this race generally doesn't have high intelligence; otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to make it this far. Find a way to kill them, and then we'll head into the imperial palace."

Little Fatty Bai's expression was indifferent, revealing no emotion. If these people died, they died; they weren't of the Human Race anyway.

After going through so many battles with foreign races, they understood what it meant by: 'Those who are not of our kind will surely have a different heart!'

With these foreign races around, the Human Race would never have a day to rise. Only by eliminating them all could the entire Human Race become more prosperous!

Everyone held this thought, and soon, in a small alley, they slaughtered everyone in this Merchant Caravan.

Afterward, they immediately went to the werewolf imperial palace under the guise of the Myriad-Eyed Clan.

After entering, Wangcai was released. As a dog, he snuck quietly into the inner palace, making it very difficult for people to notice him.

Not only was he small in size, but his stealth capabilities were extremely strong.

Sometimes, even when he passed by people's feet, they wouldn't even glance at him.

Soon, the group was brought before a palace. On the throne, the werewolf emperor scanned the people below with an indifferent expression.

"Welcome, friends from afar. I have prepared a reception banquet and will host you with the highest level of protocol."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and a group of werewolves walked in carrying various foods. Most of what was served was roasted meat, along with local delicacies and fruits.

"You have come at the perfect time. Today, I intend to take all my ministers to celebrate the fact that I have been blessed with a son in my old age."

"I'm not afraid of you laughing at me, but I am already over seven thousand years old, yet among my children, there has never been a male capable of inheriting the throne."

"I have hundreds of daughters, but they have no right of inheritance. I certainly do not want our kingdom to fall into the hands of others."

"Through my efforts, my empress finally became pregnant. This time, she did not disappoint me and gave birth directly to a little prince!"

The werewolf emperor looked very happy. At this moment, the group felt a chill down their spines; this guy had lived for such a long time, and he even had the 'blessed with a son in old age' buff.

If that guy Wangcai were to kill the little prince directly, would they even be able to escape?

Although they did indeed want to make the two races fight to the death, they cherished their own lives even more.

They could only take action when they were absolutely safe. If their lives were threatened, it would be better to run away quickly.

God knows how many Powerhouses there were among the werewolf race. The old werewolf they encountered earlier had extremely formidable strength. If hundreds or thousands of Emperor-level Powerhouses were to suddenly pop out, they probably wouldn't even be able to escape.

Soon, a large number of werewolves entered the palace. Among them were civil officials and military generals, each sitting in their respective seats, waiting for the food to be served.

When they noticed the guests had arrived, they were also very respectful, humble, and polite.

Everyone felt somewhat bitter inside. They didn't really want to attack such a race, but they still posed a threat to the Human Race.

They must be completely wiped out, or plunged into the quagmire of war!

Just as everyone was drinking and exchanging toasts, and the atmosphere of the banquet reached its climax, Wangcai snuck back and then flashed into Zhang Hai's spirit pet space.

"Damn it!"

Zhang Hai couldn't help but curse in a low voice, and everyone around him heard his swearing.

"That guy really picked just right; the only male infant was bitten to death by him!"

Zhang Hai sent a telepathic message to the others, and everyone's expressions changed.

If the news reached the palace in a moment, the werewolf emperor would probably go crazy.

The group exchanged glances, then quietly retreated outside the palace and sped off in the opposite direction of the Fissure.