The First Magic World War - Chapter 368 - Chapter 368: 350, Bull Demon Samson, Lion Amisfeida

Chapter 368: 350, Bull Demon Samson, Lion Amisfeida

Having learned the Dark Breath and Black Moon Meditation Technique, Argon left alone.

Charles watched the lonely figure of this Elephant Man disappear beyond the horizon. He had offered to give him a ship, but Argon refused, choosing to reach Cappadocia in his own way.

Charles knew many Beastmen, like Philedrica and the Leopard Man Tumishen, as well as the assassins who wanted to kill him and the overwhelming Beastman armies, but none had ever been like Argon. He was brave and unparalleled in valor, yet inherently kindhearted. He feared no battle and wanted to save his people, yet these characteristics doomed the Elephant Man Argon to profound solitude.

Charles could understand the loneliness of this uniquely talented Beastman, but creatures like Tumishen could likely never grasp it.

Perhaps…

Only the grand chief of the Orc Assassin Alliance, who had proposed the doctrine against man-eating, Septimius, might understand this young Elephant Man.

The Golden Ram Herolf watched Argon’s departure with resentment, mumbling to himself, “Useless Argon, why didn’t you kill Charles?”

“If only you had killed Charles, I could have been freed from this torment!”

“Beastmen are truly useless…”

Tumishen completely failed to understand the interactions between Charles and Argon, growing increasingly convinced of Charles’s eccentricity. He always seemed to be undertaking outlandish tasks, yet the results were invariably startling.

Tumishen thought to himself, “If he could even persuade Argon, perhaps following him might offer a better future for Beastmen.”

In his brief conversation with Argon, Charles also learned why some Beastmen had come to Dubrovnik; their camp had totally run out of food. After an argument, they decided to cull a number of their own.

Argon was dissatisfied with this decision but could not change anything, which is why he angrily led a group of followers out of the Beastman camp, preparing to take them in a ship from Dubrovnik back to the southern mainland.

Through Argon, Charles learned that the Beastman camp now held three members of the Sacred Order: the Lion Amisfeida, the Black Dragon, and the Silverback Gorilla Quedero.

Another Sacred Order member had already led his followers away. This departing Sacred Order leader was the Bull Demon Samson, another grand chief of the Orc Assassin Alliance.

The Bull Demon Samson had the most followers among the chiefs of the Orc Assassin Alliance, and the other four chiefs, not of the Sacred Order, were willing to follow him. Within the Beastmen, the doctrine against man-eating was not mainstream but merely a minuscule sect of deviants.

Apparently, the Bull Demon Samson could devour ten people in one sitting and had a particular fondness for mixed gender groups, finding them even more delectable.

These tidbits were crucial for Charles. The Beastman camp housed hundreds of thousands of Beastmen, far stronger than him. Even though Charles had converted a number of Beastmen, he only had 20,000 Labyrinth Guardians and 5,000 Westwind Knights, putting him at a significant numerical disadvantage. However, with only three Sacred Order members currently in the Beastman camp, and having both the Golden Ram Herolf and Tumishen on his side, Charles was not at a disadvantage in terms of high-level combat strength.

Turning to the Old Leopard Man, Charles asked, “In a one-on-one fight, could you defeat the Lion Amisfeida, the Black Dragon, or the Silverback Gorilla Quedero?”

Sweat immediately broke out on Tumishen’s face as he whispered, “My speed is unmatched in this world. In a one-on-one fight, none of them can kill me…”

“But, I also can’t beat any of them.”

Charles frowned deeply, his eyes full of disdain.

Tumishen immediately reflected, wondering if he should give more thought to siding with Charles, this guy…

Actually, a lot of the time, he really isn’t much at all.

Just like the Old Goat by his side, doesn’t he look miserable? Utterly miserable indeed.

When Tumishen turned to look at the Old Goat, he noticed his “Dao Hai” and quickly grabbed it, carefully storing it away. It was fine to lend it to the Golden Ram Herolf, but giving it back to the Old Goat was out of the question. This was an extraordinary weapon he had bought from Charles at a great cost; how could he possibly return it to the Old Goat?

The Golden Ram Herolf looked at his “Dao Hai” with his heart bleeding. He had even fantasized that if he could do it all over again, he would definitely kill Charles without hesitation.

The Old Goat cursed inwardly, “This guy is really trash!”

“Pah! Charles is hardly human.”

“Even pirates are not as cruel and brutal as him.”

“He is nothing but an Evil God!”

“Even Evil God is more righteous than him.”

Unbeknownst to Charles, the Golden Ram Herolf had given him a “very high” rating; he continued to ask, “Could you and the Old Goat kill one of them together?”

Tumishen wiped his sweat and said, “I am also a beastman, I don’t want to kill beastmen.”

Charles hurriedly explained, “I’m just asking to gauge the strength of these three Sacred Order members.”

The Old Leopard Man had known Charles for a long time and definitely didn’t believe his lies. When Charles said he was just asking, he certainly had already planned how to ambush the three Sacred Order members.

Tumishen knew that Charles had already asked Menilman for help. If Menilman arrived and joined forces with the Golden Ram Herolf, they really wouldn’t need his help; the Old Leopard Man didn’t want to see a beastman of the Sacred Order fall, he was simply a non-human eater, just having different ideologies from ordinary beastmen, definitely not a traitor among beastmen.

Well, this word, cannot be abbreviated!

It wouldn’t pass the editorial review of the Fars Empire.

After a long contemplation, Tumishen finally said, “If we speak purely in terms of strength, the Bull Demon Samson who left with everyone is the strongest. He is stronger than both Septimius and me, and even if the two of us joined forces, we could not withstand his savage charge.”

Immediately, Charles lowered his rating of the non-human eater Septimius by five or six points.

Tumishen, unaware that he had inadvertently sold out a teammate, continued, “The strength of the Bull Demon Samson should not lose to your Brittany Earl from Fars.”

Thinking about it, Charles recalled the aura of confrontation between Brittany Earl and Viscount Constantine, and he upgraded his rating of non-human eater Septimius by three points, while lowering the Old Leopard Man’s rating by one point.

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Tumishen said, “Next is the Lion Amisfeida. His strength is not much different from that of the Bull Demon Samson, also a level that neither I nor the Old Goat can defeat.”

Charles was slightly surprised. He hadn’t expected the strength of these few beastmen Sacred Order members to be so formidable. However, after some thought, he could understand it, as any beastmen Sacred Order member who lacked sufficient strength would likely have fallen at Strasbourg.

The Old Leopard Man’s face showed a slight embarrassment as he said, “The Lizard Black Dragon, the Silverback Gorilla Quedero are not much different in strength from Argon the Elephant Man. However, they have been practicing for decades longer than Argon, which has endowed them with richer combat experience and more ruthless methods.”

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