Chapter 129
Chapter 129
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 129
Chapter Title: Uproar
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Ancient Egyptian artwork, pyramids of the pharaohs, and related materials—if you look into them even a little, you can find a picture of a man who appears to be a pharaoh thrusting out his cock.
This depicts a pharaoh's ritual of sprinkling semen into the Nile to calm its floods when the river overflows.
For the Egyptians of that era, it was undoubtedly a time-honored ceremony in its own right.
"I-It’s going to be recorded…! M-My lewd self serving Master like this…?!"
"This is insane."
Eleonora, who had been shaking her ass on my cock as if she could no longer hold back, whipped her head around upon seeing the orcs set up canvases facing her and even begin carving into stone slabs.
"Ma-Master! Hurry, please thrust your cock fiercely into this sow and make me cum in the most disgraceful way!"
"She's actually into it!?"
Her pussy clenched around my cock with ferocious intensity, as if it meant to devour it whole—no further proof of her arousal was needed.
"Haa… F-Future generations of humans will behold my form. The lewd sow Eleonora's image, preserved for eternity…"
"W-Wait a second!"
"Eeei! I can't take it anymore!"
Squelch—?!
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-Cock...pulled...out!
-Sow...herself...pulled it!
Suddenly, cool air rushed against my cock, and her pink pussy regretfully spat it out, white semen trickling from her obscene slit.
But Eleonora paid it no mind and abruptly sprang up on both legs, striding toward me.
"Ma! Master, show it to everyone! Me drooling all over from Master's cock…♥"
The pink hearts shimmering in Eleonora's eyes as she gazed down at me were no illusion of my own making.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Meanwhile,
In the basin at the foot of the Black Mountains where the orc village lay, high in the skies a short distance from paradise.
A single hawk, cloaked in beautiful gray plumage like clouds heavy with rain, pressed on with ferocious flight against the Black Mountains' biting winds.
This hawk was heading neither toward the rising sun in the east nor the day's end in the west, but due north.
The Black Mountains, though rugged in terrain, remained untouched by human hands, cradling a natural haven for wild flora and fauna. Yet the moment one ventured north from there,
the abundant wilderness and warm, cozy air proved a cruel mirage, giving way instantly to a merciless blizzard-swept snowfield.
The hawk ignored it all, as if this brutal expanse where visibility dropped to mere inches was precisely its sought-after destination.
It began climbing higher and higher into the heavens.
Was it hunting for prey?
Yet it spared not a glance for a pure white rabbit barely poking its face from the snow, simply soaring over the snowfield, tilting its head this way and that.
And then—
-Awoooooooo…
At the wolf's howl echoing from somewhere, the hawk whipped around toward the source. As if aiding its course, the blizzard shifted direction against its back,
and the hawk seized the momentum, gliding down smoothly like a slide while harnessing its raptor's keen eyesight to zero in
on a lone wolf on the distant ground below, tearing into a struggling reindeer's neck, and a human perched atop a high cliff, gazing approvingly down at the wolf. The hawk plummeted swiftly toward them.
-Kreeeeek!!
"!"
As the distance to the human below shrank, the hawk flung its beak wide, unleashing the piercing cry unique to birds of prey.
In response,
the human on the ground—Urga, the black-haired barbarian warrior whose shark-like jagged teeth defined her fierce visage—thrust her arm skyward without hesitation.
As if to say, right here—land on my arm.
The hawk dove straight for Urga without pause, flapping its wings to hook its talons onto the bear-fur arm guard wrapped around her limb and settle in.
Urga promptly untied the parchment bound to the hawk's leg.
-Kreeeek!!
Feed me! Feed me!
"Good job."
Flap flap! Even as the hawk flapped its wings coquettishly, Urga swatted her arm dismissively, as if shooing a fly.
The hawk spread its wings wider in protest.
-Kreeeek!!
"I said good job! What's the problem, ack?!"
Quit the empty words and pay up properly!
-Kreek! Kreek!
Suddenly leaping from her arm, the hawk buzzed around Urga's head, tousling her hair every which way.
"What the—?! Get lost! I said good job, gah!"
Dead set on making her pay for exploiting it without reward, the hawk rampaged through her hair in protest, while Urga flailed her arms wildly over her head like a man fleeing bees.
"Got you—?! Gyaaaah!!"
-Kreeeek?!
Teetering precariously on the cliff edge, Urga swung her arms as if chased by bees—only to tumble off alongside the hawk, forming a massive snowball that rolled down.
The wolf, just about to tear into the reindeer's tender flesh, yelped in terror at the oncoming snowball and bolted behind a tree.
Boom!
No sooner had the wolf vanished than the snowball smashed headlong into its tree, shattering on impact and dumping all the snow piled on its branches as well.
"You crazy bast…!"
-Kreek…
Its merry mutiny short-lived, the hawk squawked pitifully as it wriggled free from the snowball, snatched up by Urga like a bear spearing a salmon mid-upstream leap.
Her regal predator poise utterly gone, Urga—now snarling like a wild beast—shoved her face right up to the hawk, defiant even in her grasp.
"You lunatic bird! Should I just chomp you right now?!"
-Kreeeek!! Kreeeek!!
Sensing mortal peril in Urga's razor-sharp, shark-evoking teeth, the hawk frantically shook its head, begging for mercy.
This was no joke. It would really get chewed alive!
Intuiting its grim fate, the hawk wailed mournfully. Urga huffed, on the verge of crunching it skull and all—until a gray wolf sidled up and nuzzled her face.
-Whine…
"…I'll let it slide. Once."
No second chances!
Whether it grasped its narrow escape or not, the hawk broke free from Urga's grip, alighted atop the wolf's head, and together they tore into the reindeer.
"Damn… what a humiliating sight."
Maybe I should've eaten it after all. Brushing off the snow caked on her body, Urga slumped against the tree that had halted her, unfolding the hawk's delivered parchment with a weary sigh.
"Our… god… descent? Exists…?"
The scrawls were so crooked they barely qualified as letters—worse than hieroglyphs—yet Urga deciphered them, rolling her eyes over the bizarre markings.
She cursed the gibberish, clicked her tongue,
and after much struggle, pieced it together. From her bosom, she drew another parchment of similar make and began inscribing upon it with the blood of the wolf's fresh-killed reindeer.
How much time passed? Once finished, Urga rolled up the parchment in her hand and tied it to the leg of the now plump, contentedly chirping hawk that had gorged itself.
"No detours this time. Think I won't notice? Get caught again, and you're really dinner—got it?"
-Kreek?!
A parting scold for its prior cheekiness, then Urga swung her arm with all her might to launch the hawk from its perch on her leather arm guard. Propelled southward once more toward the Black Mountains, it took to the skies.
Only when the hawk had vanished entirely from sight high overhead did Urga suddenly furrow her brow and bellow.
"Damn bitch! I'll kill that bitch!"
One might wonder whom she cursed, but the target was obvious for Urga, the mightiest barbarian warrior and prime candidate for next tribal chieftain: the barbarian princess herself.
"All because of that fucking bitch! Because of her, ughhh…!!"
The platinum-blonde female knight, Eleonora!
It was all her fault.
Unlike the continent's other humans, they had allied with humans or monsters alike solely to survive this brutal land and climate.
All they wanted was to abandon this frozen wasteland for a warm, bountiful one alongside their kin.
No idea what grudge she held, but whenever her tribe tried pushing south past the Black Mountains, she materialized like a ghost to thrash them like rats.
Not some annual event—she struck like clockwork, a natural disaster sweeping them away.
Now, with only Urga left who could stand against her rampage, the tribe's warriors were dropping like flies.
And a few years back, during the kingdom and Goddess Church's grand purge, it peaked.
"What bloodthirsty maniac picks a fight with every damn male she sees and why?!"
No matter how relentlessly Urga chased and clashed swords to drive her off, the moment she blinked, Eleonora was already onto the next warrior, crushing him.
This cat-and-mouse repeated dozens, hundreds of times.
Even years after the purge ended, Urga's gray wolf tribe was so decimated—not a proper warrior left, seed of manhood all but dried up—that she fretted daily over the tribe's very survival.
If hands were so short, would the princess herself go hunting?
Annoying as hell!
"Vicious bitch! I'll bash her skull! Malignant hag! Someday I'll catch that fucking sow with my own hands, strip her bare, and humiliate her before the whole tribe!"
She just wanted a peaceful life, yet that platinum-blonde sow kept ruining her carefully laid plans.
Was it so wrong to plant her feet in warmer soil?
After ranting about Eleonora for ages, Urga let out a deep sigh.
"…Fuck that, survival first—revenge can wait."
Revenge? Laughable in reality.
Hunters scarce, the princess herself out hunting—
Her dream of ditching swords for a satisfying stud's seedbed, birthing pups, and coasting through her later years? Fine dream, but she was a princess.
With the tribe teetering on extinction, revenge and retirement took backseat to saving her people first—that was her heavy burden.
And today, word arrived from the orc band that survived the last purge: a glimmer of hope for her tribe.
Urga gazed south toward the Black Mountains piercing the heavens and murmured.
"To save my tribe, I'll do whatever it takes."
Even if it meant offering herself to the enigmatic god that had descended to the earth.