Chapter 0104: The Auction

Seeing this, Nado, whose face had been devoid of hope, showed a glimmer of hope. He crawled over and pleaded crying, “Elder Huang Long, please forgive my mistakes. Be merciful to me.” After saying that, he kowtowed, causing a loud thud on the ground.

Huang Long waved his hands, lifting Nado up. He gave Nado, who was kneeling there, a cold glance before turning and leaving.

“Let’s go.”

Nato and the other orcs finally realized what was happening. They quickly responded respectfully and followed Huang Long closely.

“Thank you, Elder Huang Long! Thank you!” After a moment of shock, Nado raised his swollen forehead and kept kowtowing while shouting.

Once Huang Long’s figure disappeared, Nado felt weak, as if all his strength and spirit had been drained. He felt as if he had survived a disaster.

It was nearly winter, yet his back was drenched in cold sweat.

He was finally gone. Nado secretly rejoiced. Touching his forehead, he saw that the people around him were still standing there gossiping. Angered, he shouted, “Get lost! What are you staring at? There’s nothing to see! Get out of here!”

The people around him scattered in fright.

Nado stared in the direction Huang Long had gone. After a moment of shock, his eyes filled with resentment. But when he saw Wilin’s dead body lying on the ground nearby, he shuddered.

The street was as busy as ever, with pedestrians staying at a distance. Nado felt utterly isolated from everything around him, as if he were alone in the world.

Recalling his father, Nazhen’s, warnings before he left, Nado sighed inwardly, his expression shifting unpredictably.

After Huang Long left, he returned to the courtyard.

Nato and the others stood in front of Huang Long, heads bowed. Nato spoke up, “Master, I’ve caused you trouble.”

Huang Long replied calmly, “It’s fine. Tell me what happened.”

Nato replied respectfully and then recounted the entire incident, including how, ten years ago, he had been forced to leave the family territory by his elder brother Nazhen, who was now the head of the Elan family.

On the Hengyuan Continent, whether it was large or small families, after hundreds or thousands of years of inheritance, they had many descendants, especially large families like the Elans.

However, living in such large families didn’t necessarily mean happiness. The more powerful the family, the fiercer the competition among its members. For those like Nato, with ordinary talents and no aptitude for cultivation or sacrifice, the outcome was inevitably tragic.

Compared to Nat’s mediocre abilities, his elder brother Nazen had an extraordinary talent for cultivation—truly a genius that the Elan family hadn’t seen in a thousand years. By the age of forty, twelve years ago, he had already reached the rank of Ninth-Level High Priest and was heavily nurtured by the family. Though Nat and Nazen were brothers, Nazen had disliked him since childhood, even harboring extreme hatred toward him.

Ten years ago, the day before Nazen was confirmed as the head of the Elan family, he drove Nat out of the family’s territory. The high-ranking members of the family were aware of Nat’s expulsion but didn’t bother to pay attention to such an incompetent member. After Nat was driven out, Nazen continued to oppress him along the way. His persecution only ended after it was learned that Nat had been captured by a human nation and became a prisoner of war.

As for the final events, Huang Long naturally knew about them. At that time, Nat was at the slave market and was bought by Huang Long. Nat said, “Originally, I thought my life was over. During those days in the slave market, I was utterly desperate—until I met my master, who gave me hope.”

“Over the years, I’ve worked hard to prove to my elder brother and to the Elan family that I’m not worthless. One day, I will become a powerful warrior in the Holy Land and return to the family territory to reclaim everything that belongs to me.” Nat’s face was filled with emotion, his eyes glistening with tears as he clenched his fists.

The years he spent expelled from the family territory were a permanent pain in his heart. He would never forget those memories, for after being captured by the human nation, his wife and children were killed. His beloved family—his true family, his emotional support! Although Nazen wasn’t directly responsible for this, without him, all this tragedy wouldn’t have happened.

Over the past two years, he had tracked down the army of the nation that killed his wife and children and wiped them out completely. Yet that wasn’t enough to heal the wounds in his heart. Thinking of his son’s tragic death, this strong man could not hold back his tears.

The courtyard was silent, filled with an unspoken sorrow. The other orcs standing there also showed sadness; they never expected their leader to have such a painful history. Bog listened to Nat’s tragic story, his own face filled with grief. He hadn’t realized that Nat’s suffering was even worse than his own. He looked at Nat again, his expression changing greatly. Feeling empathy for Nat, who was also a capable assistant under their master, he truly began to respect him.

Huang Long sighed inwardly. Since Pangu took shape billions of years ago, he had seen countless aspects of life. The world was just like this—survival of the fittest applied everywhere.
“Four months from now, we’ll go to the Orc Empire,” Huang Long said slowly as he gazed at the sky after a while.
Four months—after Grandpa Zhao Yang’s 90th birthday, they would head from the Zhao family in the Blizzard Empire to the Orc Empire.
Nate’s body trembled, his face lighting up with excitement. “Nate thanks his master!” But after his excitement subsided, he thought more and hesitantly said, “Master.”
Huang Long raised a hand to stop him. “I know you’re worried. No need to say more.”
Nate could only express his gratitude again, knowing that the master hadn’t killed that Nado out of concern for him, Nate, rather than for the Elan family. Everything he had now—his status and strength—came from Huang Long. He could only show his loyalty through hard work. The rapid growth of the Orc Mercenary Group over the years was the best proof of this.
Nate’s matter was just a minor episode before the auction date.
As the day passed and night fell, the next day, when the sun rose, every street in the capital of the Lutong Kingdom was crowded with people, especially the streets around the Huang family’s auction house.
Fortunately, King Lutong had already stationed troops there, doubling the security forces, which prevented any major incidents. Otherwise, even a small fight could lead to serious consequences.
As everyone waited eagerly, a loud rumbling sound came from the ground. Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, warriors clad in dark armor, radiating dark magic energy and wielding heavy weapons, approached from afar. Neatly lined up, their cold glints filling the air, everyone felt a powerful presence approaching.
Some weaker warriors struggled to breathe and retreated in fear.
Among the crowd, this arriving group resembled an army of demons. Wherever they passed, everyone stepped aside.
“Asuras! They’re demon asuras!”
“All of them are demon asuras!”
This entire army of three thousand, like an army of demons, was composed of powerful demon asuras!
Powerful demon asuras were equivalent to human warriors at levels 7 to 9!
Although it wasn’t a sacred realm, it was still three thousand strong. Even the five great empires, with a single emperor on a tour, probably wouldn’t have such a force.
Over three thousand warriors at levels 7 to 9—astonishing! Everyone was shocked and incredulous. Could it be that the Demon King had arrived?

But then, they saw that the group of demon asuras in the center was actually led by the Yellow Dragon riding a sky-blue python ox, along with the people from the Zhao family. All of this indicated that this powerful force of three thousand demon asuras was under the command of the Yellow Dragon, a peerless warrior from the Holy Land.