Christopher and Tris were getting ready, his magicality had already reached 100points and a second power was unsealed, he could now teleport 1m^3 of space from one point to another, of course the power of both the smaller 250cm^3 teleporter and the larger one was the same 100points of magicality, which meant that only beasts that are resistant to magic could survive him, his magic calculation skill had long evolved into the swift magic calculation, generaly it did the same stuff, only faster.

He had thought multiple times to learn some skill that would heal his eyesight something that for some reason cure could not help with.

They said that the eyesight problem was like becoming fat, a problem that could not be cured by the universal cure spell, he had to find a specialist, of course finding glasses wasn't a problem he even got ones with the "scan" skill, meaning that he could see the stats of anything his eyes fell onto, a pair with "eagle eye" skill and lastly one with "dark vision" that looked more like goggles.

He had others as well, but he didn't like their frame and style, they were rather old looking and generaly speaking not so useful.

"Now lets begin our journey!"

Christopher announced as a large Caravan begun moving towards the Greddor Country. The had decided to invest in some businesses there through the dwarven bank there and even in other countries, of course they were still growing, but it was enough to say that Christopher's Investment company was growing swiftly into a colossus, of course it was a rather unbalanced giant at the moment, with a single betrayal he can lose everything but he didn't care because of two things that the financial advisor stated, first of which was because if he died his successor would no doubt follow the same fate, second if someone tried to swindle him of his money they would have to face the law and since the company had already expanded into all known countries there was no country that would be a safe heaven, it was akin to going into exile.

Of course there were still a few places left, but they were dangerous to travel into, going there was the same as asking for a swift death, even if you hired veteran adventurers to protect you.

Christopher's group's target of course were the monster hunting grounds, the ones accompanying them were low rank adventurer whom were hired to protect the caravan that would carry their trophies after the hunt and to the next town.

The dark tunnels were of course nothing when wearing dark vision goggles, the undead they came across were skeletals and zombies, but the adventurers didn't even get the chance to unseath their swords, notch arrows and move their spears as the skeletons collapsed and zombies fell headless onto the ground.

Of course they had to burn the corpses to take the valuable undead dust, the bones of course weren't exactly some great commodity, but the skulls could still be sold to the orks, whom used skulls as a form of currency in their lands.

The adventurers were surprised as the otherworlders cheat powers were beyond their comprehension. Of course they weren't informed that Christopher was one of the summoned heroes, but even if they knew they were only common professions, meaning that in the worst case scenario they would all have to die.

Of course Tris had another two rogues(class) as bodyguards, they were being paid handsomely and were only hired to protect them from undercover threats and poisons, but if things went too out of control they had the duty to take them and run for it.

It was rather funny how in a way he could simply teleport himself or a sitting person underground, of course there were numerous problems in that, first being that if he calculates wrongly he might lose a layer of skin, secondly he won't know where up and down will be, meaning that he might die underground, the final problem being that he couldn't exactly target where the underground area will be, meaning that if there is a mine underground mine he might end falling to his doom.

Of course the only crisis that might occur is stumbling on a magic resistant monster, but on the Surface level all the powerful monsters had long been vanquished, of course there was still one place that had some strong monsters, which was Christopher's final destination.

That place used to be the fourteenth kingdom, but because they didn't spend capital on a hero, they were in the end destroyed by waves of powerful monsters, of course Christopher's plan was to reclaim the now wild lands as his own, although he knew that it would take years.

Of course the other countries didn't stay put as the country became a wilderness full of beasts, they claimed as much land as they could stomach and even now each year they move their borders closer to the wild dungeon pillar.

Of course whom made it that the land was a land of dessert and Ice making the majority of it inhabitable to begin with.

Of course that was another reason why the Royalty of that country didn't want to spend their funds on a single person, even if that cost would only burden them for the next 100years, after that the hero would probably be alive for the next 100years or more, so safety was guarandied and heroes even gave them a profit later in their lives, of course most of the profit would be then invested in grooming a new hero and thus the circle went on.

"How long do you think it will take to finaly get out of these accursed mines?"

An adventurer said while goshiping with a beautiful female adventurer.

"We can only hope that our destination is out of these dark tunnels"

She said while wishing she's right.

The other adventurers were also of the same mind, they were debtors whom awaited for years for someone to hire them and had accumulated some substantial debts and were considerably happy to at last be hired by someone.

In truth those common classes had zero chances of being employed, if not for Christopher's distrust of people they might not even have been hired, because Tris had wanted hire talented individuals, but ended only hiring the two rogues, whom could probably by themselves clean up all those riffraff adventurers.

"Did you hear that Bertha is recruiting people to travel with after the contract ends, she has already gathered a good third of the other adventurers"

The man continued speaking, this male and female adventurers were the closest to Christopher's Carriage thus he could faintly hear what they were saying.

"Which group do you think will be best to join, Clint is really strong and trustworthy, Bertha is a bit of a bitch but she knows her trade well, Ocland is like a hungry wolf, he will most likely form some bandit group in the future"

The woman said pondering for the man's decision, first before stating her own decision.

"You know that people like us can only give up on adventuring, we are only commoners, if we weren't members of the adventurer's guild we would have long ended our lives in a mine shaft like that poor Rick, till this day I still remember his cries of wanting to join the adventurer's guild"

The man said, he had long decided to let adventure behind and become a farmhand or something.

"Poor Rick, I heard he took his own life after a year in the dark mines"

The Woman said in a rather sad voice.

"By the way did you hear anything about Kyle, he was one of those diehards, I heard that even after three years in the mines he was still determined to pay back his debt"

The man asked as he remembered some of his other companions whom hadn't joined the adventurer's guild.

"Wasn't he transfered to some swamp mine of despair or something just a few months back?"

The woman said, but wasn't too sure.

"Poor guy, I heard that place has become a place of death for many, some cursed mage decided to dig minerals with some spatial teleportation spell, now the whole mine is full of holes, even the dwarves are afraid to dig there"

The guy said, unknowingly cursing at his own boss, not that it mattered since Christopher didn't really care, after all if it's they fate to die they will die either way.

"Monsters! to arms quickly!"

Suddenly a scream could be heard from ahead alarming the adventurers, normaly all monsters were defeated by the mage employer of theirs, but it seemed as if he was tired or sleeping at the moment.

Of course to the adventurers whom had long thrown their vigilance down the drain it was a great hit, but it also made sense that the mage couldn't be awake all the time.

A small skirmish begun as the adventurers regained their composure, the skeletals and zombies weren't such a great threat if they continued with this alert down they would suffer more than the few wounds they had now.

"Bring the wounded to the carriage!"

A woman's order came from the carriage.

The adventuers didn't know why but they followed the command somewhat reluctantly.

A hand extended from the carriage, they could hear no chanting but a faint light shined on the injured and their wounds begun to slowly heal, it wasn't as good as the adventurer healers, making them rather surprised as to why they were ordered to do so, stoping the whole caravan.

It was like a willful boss whom didn't care at all about the danger they were being put into or what time he would arrive at his destination.

The thing however that made the greatest impression on them were the rings that decorated the hand, there were eight on his one hand, some whom could identify them from a distance gulped audibly.

Even one of those rings would be enough to raise a common mage's magicality to a scary level, of course that was how Christopher could detect the monsters from inside of the carriage, as they gave him skills, like the scout's "alert" skill and other detection skills magic skills.

"Did you see that?"

The woman asked the male adventurer next to her.

"We should do our best to be wispering from now on when talking about the boss, unless you want to find your head off your shoulders"

The male said as he couldn't forget all those detection type rings, from truth detection to hostility detection, to even hearing augmentation, it was as if their boss was some sort of pervert that wanted to know everything that happened around him, he might even have x-ray vision goggles or something.

It took half an hour to heal the wounded, something that would normaly only take a minute at most five, but there was nothing they could do about it, since the bosses' spell at some time failed and not just once.

Of course some mages understood what he was trying to do, he tried to gain experience in the specific spell and explained it to others, of course they weren't too happy to know that they were used as practice targets by a mage, not that it was a rare occasion, they could only hope that it was the basic healing spell not some self-made experimental spell.

"Do you think they will transform into some mutant abomination?"

The woman asked as they begun travelling once more.

"I hope not, of course the others have already planned for the worst scenario, although the healers agree that there is nothing wrong with them" The man said while holding the hilt of his sword as the walked the dark tunnel, in truth only the scouts and those with elven bloodling could see something but there was only one half elf and 12 scouts, but even they could only detect the carcasses of the monsters left behind by the mage/boss of theirs.

"Do you believe that we will make it safely to the destination?"

The woman asked rather scared.

"As long as we don't take the front we should be alright"

He said to calm her down, but he knew full well that multiple people would try doing the same.

At last it was time to rest, the carriages and waggons made a few small circles as they begun to camp for the night with the waggons as an artificial wall from monsters.

Undead were so stupid that they wouldn't really try to pass under the waggons thus they were safe guarding the few remaining passages.

The night was calm and the adventurers were now divided into multiple grous each taking one waggon circle to guard, at times there would be undead whom had the fine idea to try attacking them and the strange lizard beasts that carried the waggons, which were sleeping soundly with their tamers on top of their backs.

in general with such a big caravan even if a vampire attacked, the strongest monster even found in these tunnels they could still overpower it with sheer numbers.

The night was long and generaly everything was fine, but not all could sleep soundly, many people begun their reproduction efforts as the stress was too great for them to sleep soundly.

Of course not all were lucky enough to find a partner and had to hold back their urges Bertha's group was the most lucky in that prospect since their leader had no quelms with whom she slept and was simply unsatiable.

"Do you enjoy evesdropping more than doing it?"

Tris said to Christopher's ear.

"Not really, I'm just gaining some additional experience"

Christopher said, meaning the monsters he was killing while everyone was doing their deeds.

"This big guy says otherwise"

Tris said as she unbuttoned his pants.

"Do you want to experience that spell, again?"

Christopher said with a somewhat threatening smile on his face, threatening her with a spell she disliked.

"What sick bastard came with that spell anyway, making me cum before I can even satisfy you"

She said as she took out his hardened tool and begun to lick its top, she didn't seem to believe he would cast it.

"I think of making that spell my last skill, what do you think?"

He said as he had once more ejaculated inside her mouth and she almost drowned from his words.

"Guh, Guh, are you trying to kill me?"

She said as she begun casting the cleaning spell on herself while christopher did the same for himself.

The two bodyguards whom could hear all that was happening inside the carriage were somewhat jealous, but at the same time promised themselves that after the job was gone they would find the best bordel and spent enough time for a lifetime there.

The next day when everyone was up, they begun to check their surrounding founding hundreds of dead skeletals and Zombies they hadn't even detected yesterday, it was as if their boss hadn't slept all night or something.

The servants begun burning the corpses and gathering the ashes into large sacks and then sealing them as they put them on the waggons.

there were only two carriages, one for the boss and another for their bodyguards, the two carriages travelled side by side and if someone didn't know they would think that the bodyguards were some bigshots, but in reality they were simple "talent rogue" adventurers, whom were as common as the clouds in the outside sky.

"You are really determined to try out that ring's effect"

Tris said to Christopher as he was still awake even thoughout the night.

"It does say that it gives immunity to sleep"

Christopher said while smiling, he of course wanted to see the side effects of not being able to sleep, he of course would cast an invigorating spell on himself in order to remove the warriness, but it didn't seem to work very well.

"Just go to sleep already"

Tris said while trying to wrestle the ring out of his finger, but she suddenly felt her most private part sprouting a fountain after just touching his hand.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you that I cast that spell on you while you were asleep"

he said with a wicked smile on his face.

"You evil bastard, wait until you fall asleep, I will make your little master cry from joy"

She said while holding her hand between her legs.

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"Don't be so shy, let me touch you"

Christopher said as he tried to poke the evading Tris with his finger.

Of course all the spell give was hypersensitivity, which for some reason made Tris to cum instantly when he touched her, of course when someone else did so, the only effect it gave her was irritation and pain.

In truth it was a spell meant for torturing people, but Christopher surpisingly liked to torture people instead of killing them, of course he wasn't given a chance to decide what to do, most of his enemies were simply stronger than himself and torturing undead would be the stupidest thing ever suggested.

While inside there was another casual day for Christopher and Tris, the adventurers were having heated discussions about the night before and about their bosses' power, after all if he was so strong why did he even need them, could it be for some experiment or to cover up something.

Countless rumors were circulating, but non could understand the reason behind the action, there was no visible proof for any of the rumors.

"Do you think that he will kill us all before the destination for some dark ritual like Ocland says or do you think that he's carrying some rare artifact like Clint thinks, of course Bertha's suspicion that he's just trying to level up is outer bullshit don't you think"

The female adventurer asked her partner, whom just yesterday night was all over her.

"Do you maybe have any plans to marry me?"

He asked her suddenly.

"That's isn't that too sudden, I'm not even a believer of Ecclesis, lets just stay partners for now and in the future if we don't find anyone more compatible to us we might as well try the marriage thing, but unless by then you have made a fortune or something, don't wait for me do go through with it"

She said making him rather sad, but he was prepared for a rejection since he already knew that she wasn't a believer.

Ecclesis advocated that when two people are married they cannot go have intercourse with other people other than their spouse.

Most kingdoms had partnership as an equivelent of marriage, one person could have multiple partners, of course most nobles prefered to have one wife though a blessed marriage and multiple secret concubines on the side, as it made them feel more well about themselves.

Of course there were also those that married multiple wives, but their marriages weren't blessed by the Ecclesia church, so most countries begun calling their marriage as bonding ritual, in order to differentiate the three.

So in short marriage is sacred and blessed by Ecclesis, Bonding rituals are the equivelent of marriage that other races use and lastly partnership is a rather lax situation of forming a pair that can at any time split, like dating in our world.

Light at last appeared in front of them blinding the poor adventurers' eyes, only they could know how excited they were to walk out of the dark tunnels and see once more the blue sky and shiny sun.

"Keep the formation!"

Someone shouted as they were all charging out of the tunnel without a care.

The couple could feel the rays of the sun ticle their skin with their warmth, truth was they had long forgotten the feeling of bathing in the sun, their eyes had problem abjusting but they didn't care.

Some were kissing the ground others were crying as they praised the sun, bathing in its glory, the most zealous were kneeling at the sun.

Of course the Caravan was forced to a stop by the adventurers but Christopher didn't care.

"Won't go out and bath in the sun a little?"

Tris asked him.

"What's so great about it, I've seen it all my life, it's not like I'm like those people whom haven't seen it for decades, oh sorry about that"

Christopher then remembered that she too used to be like them.

Tris kicked him and then pulled him outside of the carriage.

Christopher went to the Carriage's baggage section and took what seemed to be a retractable bed and put it somewhere where there was sun. He had two of those and decided to use them like sunbathing seats.

Tris didn't understand what he was doing, but seeing as he put a closed umbrella in the middle and then took off his robe and pants off staying only with his boxers she understood that he would simply stay and sunbath a little.

Of course she accompanied him in this strange action making the adventurers look at them strangely, some even mimicked them, laying their beddings down and simply enjoying the sun's rays.

It wasn't hot but it wasn't cold, you could say that it was strangely warm even though they were up on the mountain range of Munnero Country.

"Which country do you think he's from?"

The woman asked her partner as she saw Christopher's strange actions, she could tell that Tris was surprised by his actions as well, thus she was probably some travelling partner of his and her lack of jewelry made her seem like a common prostitude he took off the road, of course non would dare ask for her services since she rode with the rich and powerful master of the caravan.

"Who cares, would you like to do it now?"

He asked while being turned one from Tris' strip show just a moment ago, whom decided to lay topless on the bed.

There were multiple people whom had the same reaction thus the woman couldn't really blame him, he wouldn't be called a male if Tris' figure hadn't turned him on.

"Do you know if this world has suntan oil or sunscreen?"

Christopher asked Tris whom was rather happily lying with the sun behind her back.

"is that some sort of magic potion or spell?"

Tris asked while giving a soft moan from delight.

"Nothing, by the way it seems after today you will become the dream of hundreds of adventurers"

Christopher said.

"Let them dream, or are you maybe jealous?"

Tris turned to look at him with a devious smirk.

"Of course not, well maybe a little after all you are now my woman"

He said while slaping at her perky bottom.

"Then how about I serv you right here, right now?"

She asked while laughing, not waiting for an answer since she knew his shy nature and that he liked to keep appearances, even in front of those lowly adventurers and servants.

To others he might seem like a serious individual but in truth he liked to joke around do stupid things that gained him nothing and lastly but not least hated surprises.

At some point in time he discovered some non hostile presense approaching, he didn't know if they were monsters yet since they probably hadn't detected them yet, but for good or worse he decided to stand up and put on his robe and pants as he looked towards the side the presenses were approaching from.

"What is it?"

Tris asked somewhat irritated, she of course understood that he had probably detected other people, but couldn't he just let them pass.

"Bandits! Everyone to arms!"

A shout came as arrows begun falling from the sky.

Christopher only now figured out that behind the dozens of neutral presenses there were as many hostile ones.

They of course wanted to go exchange miners for weapons with the dwarves.

Any arrow that went for Christopher or Tris disappeared in midair and was teleported to the side hitting nothing but naked ground.

"Everyone to arms!"

The adventurers begun their counterattack, they were of course a good much for the bandits even with their pants down they still held their shields up and rushed like ancient warriors to protect their partners.

"Shoot back!"

The adventurers shouted as they shot back, they could hardly hear the bandits shouting curses and orders.

"Protect the merchandise"

The Bandits shouted but more and more of their arrows begun to disappear in midair and appear behind their own backs, it was inconceivable for the bandits as they saw their own numbers thining as time passed, their already damaged equipment stood no chance to their own attacks combined with the adventurer's undiscriminating salvo of arrows, that had more of the captives as targets than bandits.

Of course the moment they put down their bows the true terror begun as heads begun rolling without a valid reason, one by one all 53 bandits died, even those whom tried to run away in the end still died by arrows.

"Stop shooting and go help the victims!"

Christopher shouted seeing as the adventurers couldn't tell that all the bandits were already dead and were now shooting at the bandits' captives.

The surviving captives were thankful, for being alive, the few whom died from the salvo of arrows could be called the unfortunate ones, of course if the adventurers hadn't begun shooting the bandits would still have continued shooting at them without leaving Christopher an opening to attack.

It was rather frustrating, even though he could have killed them all he could only use one teleportation at a time, even unable to teleport two arrows at the same time.

It was funny how no adventurer had dies, the bandits' arrows were rather weak but were smeared with a strong paralyzing poison, meaning that they wanted to take them as prisoners, not that it sounded better than killing them and Christopher didn't feel any guilt from having them all die because of the path they chose in life.

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In another Country wich had no name two Orks one male and one female were trying to understand the ins and outs of the Orkish society.

They were Alexi and Georgia, two of the students that decided to go to the orkish aliance, the problem however was a complete cultural gap which they found rather foreign and unacceptable, but the orks wouldn't let them go back.

Of course both of them refused a full evolution into ork, due to aesthetical reasons.

Orks had three aspects that they didn't like, one was their pig snouts, second was their large belly and third was their clumpsy nature.

Alexi decided on a half Ork, while Georgia went for a quarter.

Alexi was now a 3m tall hulk like person, he was green huge and had added everything that gave him more strength.

Georgia was like the she-hulk, only not as pretty and with pointy ears, well she didn't really care about her looks to begin with, now she looked more like a green elf than an ork.

The orks have a rather interesting eye trait when angry their black eyes turn red, of course this makes them immune to mind controlling spells, but also makes their mind hazy and unable to distinguish friend from foe.

They were both given a tattoo on entering, they called the paint used as Elemental blood, the shaman first asked them which blood they wanted him to use, there were ten colors, Alexi decided on the Green which was invisible on his body, it gave him a stagering 50% resistance to all poisonous attacks as well as drugs, intoxication and most deceases, although for the last one it's somewhat unclear how it works out.

Georgia decided on a black one, it gave her 50% resistance to dark magic and miasma exuded by the undead.

The tattoos took some time, but they were both left satisfied with the result. Alexi made the tattoo look like sixpacks, while Georgia decided on a heart and lines, which she said them to put at her public region.

Next they were given the "totem magic arts" skill and the "berserk rage" skill, although they wanted to politely refuse, but they weren't given the choice.

Next they were each let to decide on a totem guardian spirit, they were large totem poles that they could carry around, well both of them couldn't even lift them at the moment but the totems were considered theirs, with them they could create their own tribes if they wanted to, of course the spirit coould only be a beast type, due to them being inexperienced or so the shaman said as an excuse.

Alexi chose an Octapus looking tentacle beast, while Georgia chose a strange furry monkey-like beast.

"There are four stages when gaining a totem, first is the power stage, you can borrow the power of your totem beast, second is the summoning stage, where you can summon a phantom of your beast, third is fusion stage, you gain some traits of your beast, lastly is the Unification stage, where you gain all the traits of your beast, creating a huge phanom of your beast around yourself"

The shaman explained with examples, the first simply made him faster, the second summoned a small illusory blue wolf appear, the third made him look like a werewolf and the final one made made him float in midair as the core of a large Phantom replica of the smaller wolf he had summoned.

"As you can understand as your totemic arts increase in level you will be able to do more stuff, at level 1 all you are able to do is use use the totemic beast's innate ability, just try it"

The shaman said while encouraging them to try.

Alexi tried it but failed repeatedly, until a strange black tentacle emerged from what seemed to be a watery black hole in the ground. The tentacle clung on Georgia's leg and as much as she tried to kick it away it wouldn't budge, at that moment she summoned her two handed hammer making it fall onto Alexi's head and the tentacle disappeared, if it was before they had eater the dragon meat and blood, she wouldn't even dare doing something like that.

Next she tried her own totemic ability and although she felt no different, she could see the other two shrinking before her eyes as she grew 5m tall.

The small fluffy monkey's ability was tyranical, of course there was a small problem that being that her stats didn't increase that much, she only gained a x3 physique bonus nothing more.

In other words she was still weaker than a dwarf's x4 strength or an ork's x7 strength, of course if she decided on it she could just evolve further but she didn't want to look like a male ork with breasts.

"Can I change my totem?"

Alexi asked rather disatisfied with his own totem, all it could do after all was constrict one limp of a person, it was particularly disapointing in front of the Gigantization the monkey totem gave to Georgia.

The rules say that you can only have one beast totem, one guardian spirit, one self totem and one personal totem, so unless you can steal the totem in honorable combat from another tribe, you are unable to change your totem, but even if you do steal it you are still not advised to do so, since the totem will most probably be weaker than yours.

Your tribes are to be located at the boarders with Runia, you will each be given 100strong orks to set your own tribe, I hope that you will become strong enough to steal a guardian spirit.

"Ukh, Melkh come over"

The Shaman shouted and two large Orks came towards them carrying fine equipment and orkish accessories.

"These two will become your Totem guardian Spirits, they will carry your totems and later be sacrificed to create your own Guardian spirits"

The shaman said with pride as if it was an honor for them to become sucrifices.

"Now go serve your new Chiefs as champions and carry their totems for them, if they die before you, you should prepare yourself to take the disgrace ceremony"

The Shaman said and they could see a hint of fear in the fearless orkish eyes of the two champions.

"Lastly you shall now be taken to the chief to gain your warrior titles, you should think real well how you will use your ability to gain a great title for yourself"

The shaman said as he led them and their totem carrying champions to the Warchief.

There were three positions of power, chief was akin to a village leader, the Warlord was akin to a Town mayor, controling more than one tribes, lastly there was the Warchief he whom controled a large majority of the tribes, of course the emergence of a Warchief is mostly attributed to luck or a Heroic or legendary Ork being born.

The person whom the Shaman led them was that Heroic class Individual.

"Warchief Ukka I have led the two heroes to receive their titles"

To the two heroes' surprise, the Warchief was a woman, well it looked like a male but had big boobs, which meant that it was a female.

"Let me see your abilities"

Ukka said.

First went Georgia, whom begun growing till she grew 5m tall, making even the Warchief amazed for a second.

"What is your name?"

Ukka asked

"Georgia"

she said with a loud voice as she was still sort of a giantess.

"You shall from now be known as Georgia of the Loud giant tribe"

Ukka said while taking her hands from her own pointy ears.

Georgia wasn't really happy with her title but once she returned to her original size she discovered in surprise that she was taller than before, of course she didn't know that she also talked louder now.

Another surprise was that Melkh also grew bigger by a head than before.

"Next is your turn Green human"

Ukka said, since Alexi hadn't selected neither the orkish blood nor spirit, georgia had selected the blood but not the spirit.

"I'm called Alexi"

He said as he summoned his tentacle which shockingly grabbed Ukka's breast in a rather strange way as it appeared under her butt, passed through her armor and touched her skin.

Ukka simply snorted and with one finger destroyed the summoned tentacle.

"Alexi from today on, you will be known as Alexi of the perverted Tentacle tribe"

Alexi didn't know why but as suddenly as the title was given to him his tool rose up in response or did it rise even before that, but how could that be he thought as he stared at Ukka's unattractive face and body.

'If it was Georgia I would understand it but this ugly ork?'

He of course couldn't understand, the thing however that he hadn't expected was that Ukh's junk also rose as the title was given.

Georgia of course was cursing at him in her mind, he still couldn't believe how perverted Alexi was, of course as a youth in school he liked fantasizing his female classmates in weird erotic fantasies, but that was only a sort of hobby he got due to being short and average looking, even worse he was bad at sports, weak and wore glasses, what else did they need to make him more unattractive.

Only the title of pervert had to come and make him the most unpopular guy in school, after this he had no reason to return to the real world or find a way to shut her up.

After the two were escorted outside the people inside had another session of discusions.

"Warchief Ukka I really cannot understand why you sent a representative to invite human heroes to our land even worse so two"

The Shaman whom brought the inside asked the Warchief.

"You know how long I have left to live, so don't bother with the stupid questions, the important fact is which of the two will win"

She said as she smiled with an evil laugh.

"The Warchief is wise, putting their tribes so close to eachother, it's the same as giving one cave to two dragons, if they don't make up one of the two will die"

The black cloaked ork next to her said. He was a half ork that looked as weak as Georgia on first sight, but he was first a full grown adult and secondly a mage.

"But what will you do if they make up?"

The shaman asked a rather stupid question.

"Are you a fool, from the beginning was there even a male whom would agree to be under a female unless of course she's stronger than him, and would there even be a female whom would like a pervert, didn't you see that heroine's eyes when she heard that pervert's title, it was mockery written all over her face, while his eyes glint with poison as he looked at her, well I won't speak about his tentacle, that was rather impressive, even our tribe's champion would be jealous"

She said as she laughed and the others simply followed.

Of course the two heroes couldn't have known that the tentacle in the orkish slang was a synonim to dick and his octapus was a beast of fertility.

Georgia's Monkey on the other side was the epitome of strength and stupidity, those monkeys were normaly as small as dwarves and would grow as large as an ork of course they are rather easy to hunt because they are stupid, all the orks have to do is put a spark of fire on their fur and the monkey will revert to a little critter, they are sort like puffer fish, grow bigger to intimidate their foes, but lacking substance, of course an ork with the same ability would be deadly.

The two were given 100 warriors(random male female ratio) some travelling supplies and their Champions acted as their guides to their allocated spot.

Each day that passed Alexi could hear moans from his orks and small children ork appearing amongst his warriors, of course it wasn't hard to differentiate males from females since his "warriors" wore almost no clothes to begin with.

The two tribes travelled side by side, but when they arrived they were rather surprised since there were already two small wooden walls set on two oposite hills.

Each of the two looked at each others and then took their own path to their village.

Alexi had a wicked laugh on his green hulk face, while Georgia had a somewhat digusted face, seemingly annoyed that they were so close, wasn't it enough that she had to hear the other clan's moans all through the journey, they could probably easily hear them from the other hill as well.