The Record of Orc Civilization



[Bog Forest, Glittering Meadow]

The carnage that occurred in the Bog forest was like a wake-up call for this silent forest. The cut flesh, spilled blood, and broken bones made the fight between the Asuras and Bolt's mercenaries look like an abstract painting with striking red colors.

Moku, who did not participate in the battle, watched it all with his glowing red eyes. There was no emotion or pity in his gaze, only a coldness that could make bones freeze.

"This caravan seems to be the same as usual," Mige, who stood beside him, said.

Moku did not answer, just kept his expression flat. He was still unsure if what Mige said was true, or rather too quick to conclude.

Although the Asuras seemed to dominate the battle at the moment, Moku knew that humans had not yet played their trump card. That's why Moku asked the Asuras to hold back their power so they could appear equal to the usual orcs.

Even so, these Asuras were still tough martial artists, so even when restricting their speed and power, their movements were still more agile and deadly than the usual orcs. But Moku didn't need to worry if humans would suspect anything.

Although martial arts Orcs were terrifying, they still couldn't match the power of a true mage. So if this battle were to be discovered by the human alliance, they would not attach too much importance to it.

"Stick to the original plan. We still have time. I want to see if this caravan is really just a regular caravan or if it hides a secret," Moku replied.

"Yes, Ku!" said Mige.

Right after that, the door of one of the carriages opened, and a middle-aged man with a white beard came out carrying a cane. Quickly, Moku activated his inner eye and saw the constellation within the man's body.

"Level 3 Constellation Mage, the same level as the military academy's instructors. Is he an instructor from the military academy?" Moku smiled, seeing that the battle was about to become more interesting.

Before his surprise was over, something even more shocking happened. From the three carriages positioned in the middle of the caravan and also the most heavily guarded, several teenage children in military academy uniforms came out.

This time Moku's eyes widened, and he couldn't hide his widening smile, "JACKPOT!!"

With his inner eye still active, Moku saw that each of the teenage children was a Level 1 Constellation Mage. Moku didn't know why they were here, but it was a golden opportunity for the Wilwatikta Kingdom to gather secret information about the military academy.

"Capture all the children and don't kill anyone!" Moku connected his telepathy to Boku and Goku, who were leading the asuras in front.

"Yes, Ku!" they both answered in unison.

Moku had to move quickly as well. Although Level 3 Constellation Mages were not difficult opponents for the Asuras, they would still have a hard time capturing the teenage children from the military academy.

[Kasutpada Kacarma]!

Putting the mantra on his feet, Moku shot off into the air at a speed and flew towards the white-bearded mage in the midst of the human troops. In the blink of an eye, Moku arrived in front of the mage and grabbed his neck before flying him away.

Before he could struggle, Moku had already found the perfect location for their fight. But in terms of their strength being so different, it seemed more like bullying than a fight.

Moku threw the white-bearded mage to the ground, causing him to spin in the air. Fortunately, the white-bearded mage seemed experienced, and he immediately used a wind spell to prevent his body from being crushed on the ground.

"ohok... ohok.. ohok..."

"My name is KuMoku, and I am the king of the monster kingdom, The Wilwatikta Kingdom. O mage, introduce yourself," ignoring the white-bearded mage struggling to breathe, Moku introduced himself.

"Pant.... pant... pant... Wilwatikta Kingdom? Where is that? Wait... did you say the king of the monster kingdom? Do monsters have a kingdom?" The white-bearded mage's face was filled with uncontrollable astonishment.

"You really don't understand etiquette, human. Isn't someone who is much stronger and more powerful introducing themselves to you? Instead of feeling honored and introducing yourself in return, you are asking rude questions!" Moku snorted, but there was no anger on his face.

The mage in front of him was very weak, very very weak. Moku never expected that Deak, who had almost killed him before, had the same strength as this weak mage in front of him. Once again, Moku was surprised at how quickly an asura could develop.

As long as they had enough food and could increase their dragon prana, an asura could become the strongest in the world in just a few years. But of course, the resources needed were very large. Moku knew he wouldn't be able to move on to the next level of evolution unless he ate everything in the Bog forest.

Thinking about the increasing number of asuras every month, Moku could only sigh and think about the fate of this planet, which in just one hundred years would become a barren wasteland without any living creatures. But he understood and accepted the law of the food chain, where the strong preyed on the weak.

"YOU'RE JUST AN ORC!!! HOW DARE YOU LECTURE ME ABOUT ETIQUETTE! Just wait until the human alliance hears about this monster kingdom, and you'll all be slaughtered like pests!" The face of the white-bearded mage turned red with anger.

He felt embarrassed to be lectured about etiquette by a monster like an orc, known for its primitive ways of life. If his mage friends heard about this, he didn't know where to hide his face.

"It seems you don't understand what's happening here," Moku sighed, feeling tired of talking to someone with such low intelligence.

Moku's facial expression and tone irritated the white-bearded mage. "I can't stand this anymore, you stupid monster! [Fire Ball]!"

A fireball the size of a human head shot out from the end of the white-bearded mage's wand. The fireball was so fast that it was almost invisible to the naked eye, but Moku stood calmly and waited for it to hit him.

*BOOM!!

The explosion's heat scorched the area within five meters of it, making it look like a hellish wasteland. But from behind the explosion, Moku stood nonchalantly with his arms folded.

He looked as if he were bored or sleepy, waiting for the clown to entertain him further. Not a single scratch or wound was found on his body, is like the deadly explosion didn't touch him at all.

"Yawn... Have you cast your spell yet, O mage who doesn't know etiquette?" Moku asked.

The white-bearded mage was stunned and couldn't believe what had just happened. But his confusion was overshadowed by the anger he felt after hearing Moku's mockery.

"YOU... HOW DARE YOU MOCK ME, THE GREAT OSKAR!!" he screamed, his face turning red like a monkey's butt.

"Oh, so your name is Oskar? A name too good for someone who doesn't know etiquette!" Moku sneered.

"AAHHH [Wind Blade]!!"

Oskar swept his wand and created a wind that formed a sword. The wind sword flew at Moku's chest several times faster than the fireball did, but it shattered without leaving a scratch on Moku's skin as if hitting an invisible barrier.

"..."

"Yawn." Moku felt even more sleepy, looking at Oskar's foolish face with his gaping mouth only made Moku more bored.

The Level 3 Constellation Mage's attack couldn't penetrate the biofield energy surrounding Moku's body. He didn't even need to use dragon prana to strengthen his body's biofield.

For Level 3 Constellation Mages, the spells they could control didn't contain enough mana to neutralize the biofield energy of an Asura with three evolution gates. Moku didn't need to use any mantras or other Dragon Breath Cultivation Paths to kill Oskar.

He simply covered a stone with dragon prana and threw it. The mana shield created by a mage like Oskar wouldn't be able to withstand Asura's dragon prana like Moku's.

"This is impossible! Do you have a magic treasure that's protecting you? Are you a mutated orc? It's impossible for any orc to withstand my spells!" Like a child who had just found out he was adopted, Oskar refused to accept reality as if the world was ending.

Moku wanted to laugh at Oskar's funny face, but he was too bored to play with his food. Besides, it seemed like the other Asuras had finished their tasks. Level 1 Constellation Mages were just like children to the Asuras now.

"Okay, that's enough playing around. You have two options; stay silent and let me lock your constellation, or I kill you and make you my food." Moku casually raised two fingers.

"This is impossible...this is impossible...this is just a dream...hahaha, that's right, it's just a dream...I'm still at home and my young wife is sleeping next to me...hahaha, that's right...I'll wake up soon...hahaha..."

But only incoherent babbling came out of Oskar's mouth. It seemed that what had just happened had shattered his mind and his cowardice had chosen to deny reality.

Moku just shook his head and spat at Oskar. Moku's saliva was covered in dragon prana and flew toward Oskar's forehead. Like heated glass, Oskar's head melted and only his neck remained.