"Naming different types of monsters is the most difficult thing for me," especially those monsters that I have no prior knowledge of.

It took the caravan three days to reach the foot of Mt. Guli. Regarding Leya's departure, Simmon didn't let me explain the reason and just said, "If you feel she must go, then let her go. But there can't be anyone else leaving."

The next client we had to face was the orcs. These monsters are relatively easy to understand, and the explanations in the book are quite detailed. On the map, their territory is only separated by a large swamp from the werewolf town, but walking there is quite far.

By the way, the herb we obtained has a confirmed effect of refreshing and awakening the mind. I haven't felt tired for two consecutive days. It was only on the third day that I managed to get a little sleep in the carriage.

We traveled during the day and rested at night. Whenever I had some free time, I would practice shooting two arrows to hone my skills. My wife's magic arrows are also usable now, and with everyone around, I'm not as worried as I used to be.

The orcs are a gregarious species of monster, but they have very little contact with humans, so their culture is vastly different from ours. This is what Simmon told me. But as long as we can communicate, there should be no problem. With my silver tongue, it should be easy to fool a few big dumb guys, even if the orcs are a bit savage. Can they be as unreasonable as succubi?

On the fourth morning, we arrived at the orc tribe with the sound of swift horseshoes.

Of course, we were still far from the actual orc territory, but it is customary for the black merchants to blow a horn first as a signal.

Speaking of this horn, it holds some significance. Black merchants initially used jingle bells as their signal, but later orcs said they didn't like the sound of the bells, so they gave the black merchants a horn made from an orc's tooth. When blown, it produced a long and loud sound, much more imposing than the bells.

"Simmon, let me give it a try?"

"Oh? Are you sure?"

"What, you underestimate me?"

"Alright, go ahead and blow."

Taking the large horn wrapped in fabric, hmm, it has some weight to it. Look at this curvature, so cool. Rolling up my sleeves, I put the horn to my mouth, gather my breath and force in my abdominal cavity, and then blow forcefully. Hey!

"Puh, ooh...pupupu..."

"Hahaha!"

Everyone burst into laughter, as the horn made me sound like a deflated fart. What kind of nonsense is this! Such a useless thing!

"Alright, I can't handle this thing, you can have it."

Just as I was about to hand the horn back to Simmon, my wife snatched it away. If Medusa's face could turn red, she would probably look as hilarious as I do. This face-puffed-up-like-a-pufferfish method, although old-fashioned, still works on me.

The horn sounded better when my wife blew it.

"Hey, try imitating the way you did just now."

"Huh? What are you going to do..."

"Come on, try it~"

"Mmm..."

"Hey!"

"Puh, puh, puh."

While poking Medusa's chubby face with my finger, if this was the past, it would've been considered suicidal, but now it's called flaunting our love.

"You're mean!"

"Hehe, just wanted to tease you."

I can feel your jealous looks.

"Cough, cough, Mr. Raul, please pay attention..."

"Alright~"

I slid my hand from my wife's face onto her shoulder, and then held her hand.

After waiting for about ten seconds, a similar sound of a horn came from a distance. It was followed by the powerful rhythm of war drums, reminiscent of the savagery of the Vikings. The drum beats progressively came closer, and the strong sense of impending war oppressed me. This music should be recorded and shared online, so everyone can dance along with me. I'll say it just once - epic!

Walking on undulating hills, the four of us were on a seemingly curved path that was actually straight, with what appeared to be thousands of soldiers behind us. The orcs exuded an unrivaled momentum. This is different from fearing nothing and risking their lives; I'm just the latter. In the later wars with the kingdom, this impression of the orcs left a deep mark on me.

The leader was a relatively kind-looking orc. I say relatively because his expression is in comparison to others. With his earthy yellow skin, sharp angles on his face, a garlic bulb-like nose, cheekbones wider than his forehead, and a set of "retained all the characteristics from movies and games" fangs symmetrically stretching to the sides of his nose.

This appearance couldn't be called attractive, but at least it was much better than the other orc with two scars on his face.

"Huhah! Urum, welcome, humans from the north."

"Ha ha!"

The voice was as rough as a bag of cement on a construction site, making my wife shiver.

Simmon took off his hat and bowed, and we followed suit. Then there were some inexplicable pleasantries, probably a custom among the orcs, while I took a look at their equipment. Big axes, large knives, and spears as thick as a human arm, everything was large. They wore minimal metal armor, and the orcs were not as tall as werewolves, only about 1.9 meters.

When humans become strong, their physique becomes gourd-shaped, while orcs are square-shaped, with arms and legs equally thick.

You could still tell from a distance.

My wife obviously didn't show any curiosity about the orcs, but was rather afraid. She slowly hid behind me.

"Greyback, huh, good, Urûm likes it, strong!"

"You too, Urûm."

"How did you get injured?"

"A minor injury, a bug bite."

"Ha ha, werewolf, eternal friend! Ha ha!"

The orc's name should be Urûm, and he should be familiar with Wolfrang. It should be convenient to communicate like this.

"Park! Ha ha! It's Park! Park! Park!"

"Long time no see, Urûm."

Why did this orc become so excited when he saw Park? Don't tell me Park is a human-orc half-breed, although his face does look quite similar.

"Park, Urûm's good friend, orc's good friend!"

"Ha ha!"

Among us humans, only Park could look down on orcs and hug them. That hug would crush my bones.

After greeting the craftsmen, Urûm's gaze shifted to me. I easily noticed his very alert eyes, and besides, he had started walking towards me.

"You two."

"Hello, I am..."

"Urûm hasn't allowed you to speak yet!"

The jagged, large knife was quickly pulled out, a blade about a centimeter thick, and in the orc's large hand, there was dirt under his nails that could have weighed half a pound.

"Who are you?"

"I am..."

"I didn't ask you! I am asking about the one behind you!"

In that instant, I really wanted to take out my gun. The blade was against my right ear, pointing straight at my wife's nose.

"Husband..."

"What? Speak louder, what's your name? Laogong?"

I blocked my wife behind me and used my nose to point towards the tip of the knife. Although I still didn't know why Medusa was afraid of orcs, I didn't like someone pointing a knife at my wife.

"What do you want?"

"I just wanted to tell you, her name is... um... Sasha."

"Who are you?"

"I am Raul, a human, yes, a human."

I quickly took off the emblem of the black market from my waist and threw it to the orc. Urûm took a look at it, then threw it back, widening his nostrils as if trying to sniff out any scent of enemies on me.

"You can come, she can't."

"Why?"

"Orcs haven't seen this guy, Urûm said it's a no. Ha ha!"

I looked at Wolfrang, he shook his head. Then I looked at Park, who shook his head even more firmly.

Trouble, this is big trouble. Medusa is not as popular as I imagined. The reason is probably simple: humans have legs, werewolves have legs, and orcs also have legs, but Medusa only has a tail.

"She is my wife, is it okay like this?"

"That's impossible."

"We have rings..."

"It's useless! Orcs won't like her!"

"Well, okay, we won't go then."

Medusa and the orcs are probably monsters that have never met before, so it's understandable that they would be wary of each other.

The orc might think that the snake tail is an ominous thing, and Medusa might find the orc's weapons and ugly face frightening. It's too easy to find reasons why these two types of monsters don't get along, because they are inherently incompatible.

While patting my wife's back, I felt conflicted.

If I didn't go to the orc's territory for the racial exchange because of my wife, then it would be as if I had come here for nothing.

No, I will go by myself, I must go.

Suddenly, I made up my mind and my heart was no longer conflicted. Ever since I visited the werewolf tribe, worked in Night Fall Town, and boasted about the kingdom, the word "career" began to appear in my mind and became one of the factors influencing my decisions.

"Wait for me here."

"Are you going?"

"Yes."

"Alright..."

Although I could tell that my wife didn't want to let me go, I hardened my heart. I set up a tent for her, left some food, and had little Ao accompany her. Then, I walked towards the orc tribe with the others. As I walked, I looked back at my wife four times, each time more worried than before.

What am I afraid of?

Distance. The emotional and physical distance between us. We both fear not being by each other's side, and we worry and feel anxious because we can't see each other.

Don't think about these things. Finish negotiating with the orcs as soon as possible and come back early.

I slapped my cheeks and prepared myself mentally to face those yellow-skinned monsters.

The orc territory is in the southernmost part of the Grismont Mountains and is the largest monster force in the entire southern plain. The full name of the Grismont Mountains is Mont Grismont. "Mont Grismont" originally meant half-orc, so you can also call this mountain the orc mountain. You can imagine how powerful their influence is.

The forest that stretched from the Great Marsh has been nibbled into an arc by the orcs, and in its place are a large number of crude wooden handmade products. There are five-meter high watchtowers, rudimentary huts, and a few two-story buildings. Just by looking at them, you could tell that they didn't have any comfort.

The orcs probably have their own religious beliefs. The two totems carved on the gate have rough patterns that are hard to make out at first glance. After going through some procedures, including cargo inspection, we successfully entered the orc tribe's territory.

According to Ulum's introduction, we should first meet the "Mon Grist King" and then engage in trade. It means greeting the boss, and conveniently, I wanted to talk to him about resisting the kingdom.

Park, Simmon, Wolfrang, and I, a total of four people, arrived in front of the orc king's tent. The orc king's camp is set up next to a large cave. This cave is much larger than my wife's, estimated to be four stories high. There are two levels of walkways built on the cave wall, indicating that it is used for living or mining minerals.

The orc king wears clothes different from other orcs, with shades of red and deep yellow as the main colors. When worn by an elder, it gives a sense of "the flame never goes out." The throne made of stone and animal bones is decorated with the same colors, showing that the orcs have used the most luxurious materials to highlight the majesty of this king. The carpet extends in a fan shape under our feet. The orc king is taller than ordinary orcs, but his white hair and orc-like age spots on his head indicate that he is no longer as strong as he was when he was young.

But leaders rely not on strength, but on wisdom and personal charm, even among a race that worships power like the orcs.

I followed everyone's lead, kneeling on one knee and bowing my head.

"On behalf of Night Fall Town, I offer the highest respect to the orc king."