When the Warhamr tribe was ntioned, a flicker of emotion flashed across Dace’s eyes, as if he were recalling a distant mory.
"Lord, this Warhamr tribe is quite intriguing. They’re straightforward yet formidable."
"While we were sweeping through the orc territory, I got into a fight with their chieftain."
Dace stole a glance at Orion. He thought Orion would be interested in hearing about the outco of that fight, but Orion remained silent, waiting for him to go on.
"I won that duel!"
"From then on, the Warhamr tribe submitted to our Stoneheart Horde and paid significant tribute."
"However, these orcs didn’t want to move to Stoneheart City. They insisted on staying where they’re familiar, guarding their own territory."
"Of course, half of their tribe’s bloodline warriors joined our armies."
Dace snuck another look at Orion. After a mont’s hesitation, he ventured,
"Lord, should we go have a look at the Warhamr tribe?"
Orion turned his gaze toward the small grove, as though looking straight through the trees and over the hill to the Warhamr tribe’s distant settlent.
"Let’s go take a look."
Right after saying that, Orion thought for a mont and added,
"From now on, whenever we encounter a new tribe, have Rolan and Steelblade challenge the orc or beastfolk younglings."
This idea had just struck Orion. He hoped to cultivate a resolute fighting spirit in the two youngsters, encouraging them to develop a mindset of invincibility. Whether they would succeed was a different matter.
After chatting with Dace for a while, Orion slipped into his tent and lay down to rest with his eyes closed.
The mont Orion’s eyes shut, his mind set foot in the Survivor’s Platform.
Orion tracked down Aerin and completed a trade with her.
By now, Orion didn’t have much practical need for the items Aerin produced. He had acquired better replacents from Leonidas. Even so, sothing was better than nothing—Pet Pills and Toughness Potions were still very useful to his people.
After the trade with Aerin, Orion was about to redirect his attention when Aerin ssaged him.
"Hulk, do you have any resources for advancing to Alpha-level?"
Reading Aerin’s question, Hulk instantly realized Aerin must be at the peak of Hero level, facing a bottleneck in her progression.
"Alpha-level resources? Those are incredibly rare. What do you plan to offer in exchange?"
Orion pondered briefly and offered a vague response. He was inclined to turn Aerin down because Alpha-level resources were just as scarce for the Stoneheart Horde. On the other hand, he was curious to see what valuable items she might be willing to trade. So, he tossed out the bait.
"Do you seriously have Alpha-level resources, Hulk? You’re not lying to , are you?"
Aerin’s quick reply was full of doubt. Explore hidden tales at .C??m
Orion looked at her response and felt sowhat underestimated. After hesitating for a split second, he said nothing to Aerin but directly initiated a trade with her. He placed two Alpha-level crystal cores onto the trading screen, then canceled the transaction.
A minute’s calm passed before Orion was bombarded by Aerin’s frantic ssages.
"Wow… you really have Alpha-level resources!"
"Mr. Hulk, sell
one, please!"
"How much for Alpha-level resources?"
"Honey, what are you looking for?"
"If you’re willing, I’ll give you anything I have—even my body…"
Seeing Aerin’s replies, Orion couldn’t help but laugh.
"It looks like this elf really is eager to boost her strength. She’ll say anything! Doesn’t she worry I might actually take her up on that?"
Orion even began to imagine Aerin’s diminutive body moaning under the forceful thrusts of his cock. He shook his head to clear away such lingering thoughts, then ssaged Aerin:
"I’ll give you so ti to think carefully about what you can offer in exchange."
"Just so you know, you’d be wise to bring
sothing truly precious—don’t try palming off junk on . You’ll only get one chance."
After sending this to Aerin, Orion shifted his focus elsewhere.
Deep in the Forest of Nature, in a tiny elven house:
"Oh dear… what can I possibly trade with Hulk?"
"Do I really have to offer my own body?"
"No way! That’s not a good idea. I won’t barter away my chastity for profit!"
Aerin lay on her wooden bed, emotions running high. Then, in the next mont, she changed her tone entirely.
"Wah… dear Hulk, I want that Alpha-level resource!"
"Wah, wah… I’m going to advance into a High Elf; I want to beco the Elf Queen…"
Face-down on her bed, Aerin cried out in frustration. She was feeling both complicated and impatient at once—her flurry of excited, unguarded words had led her to offer up her own body in exchange for Alpha-level resources. Still, there was also excitent: Orion genuinely had Alpha-level resources, which ant the chance for her to evolve was very real.
At the sa ti, Aerin felt disappointnt because Orion hadn’t imdiately traded the Alpha-level resources to her. Once her emotions cald a little, she recalled the rash things she had just blurted out in excitent, and her face burned bright red.
"Anyway, Hulk and I are in completely different, faraway worlds. Even if I agreed, I can’t just pop over to wherever he is and sleep with him in exchange for Alpha-level resources."
"Sigh… my dear resources…"
"But I have more than just my body and beauty. Hulk said we could trade, so if I can gather sothing that piques his interest, we can do business."
Once Aerin’s thoughts settled, she recalled Orion’s final ssage about a possible trade. She then sprang into action inside her tree house, rummaging through every nook and cranny.
…
In the giant territory, inside a temporary tent hidden in the woods:
Orion, who was half-asleep, curled his lips into a slight smile. His chat with Aerin had put him in a good mood.
Although he wasn’t truly interested in having an elven mistress, it felt good to recognize the status that ca with elevated power. Obtaining alpha resources was a re trifle for him, yet a precious treasure for countless others who could only dream of attaining it.
...
"Big Boss, are you there?"
"Big Boss, I want to trade sothing. I’ve got good stuff!"
"Big Boss, when will you be online?"
"Big Boss…"
On the Survivor’s Platform, among Orion’s list of friends, only Aerin and Julius Caesar would bombard him with ssages like this.
"What do you need?"
"What good stuff do you have?"
Orion ssaged Caesar and waited a few minutes.
Five minutes later, Caesar replied:
"Big Boss, it’s been so hard waiting for you!"
"I want to buy a hundred sets of standard armor, plus weapons."
"Also, I’d like a tool for taming a war pet."
Orion read through Caesar’s requests without responding right away. Fifteen minutes later, Julius Caesar initiated a trade with Orion, offering him two arrow towers.
A triumphant smile appeared on Orion’s face. In exchange, he sent Caesar one hundred sets of armor and a small bell for taming pets.
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