After downing eight goblets of strong alcohol, Wild Boar Buck's anger subsided slightly.
However, the urge to pee gradually grew.
He let out a stinking burp, and put his arm around a cousin's shoulder as he staggered towards the back alley of the tavern.
Actually, Blackhorn City had an advanced sanitation and sewer system that far surpassed the clan civilization.
It could not be helped. High-level Beastmen had an astonishing appetite, and their digestive system was different from ordinary people. The volume of their excrement was ten times that of ordinary people.
If it was a huge existence like the Wild Elephant-People, their excrement might be dozens of times that of ordinary people.
With the war at hand, the army gathered in Blackhorn City had increased by a dozen times.
Without a well-equipped sanitation system that could instantly deal with large amounts of excrement, Blackhorn City would be drowned in a pile of excrement before the army could set off to win glory!
Thus, there was a lavish toilet in the Old Blacksmith Tavern that could even accommodate the Wild Elephant-People.
However, Wild Boar Buck from Red Creek Town was still used to the small alley behind the tavern. He faced the small wind, looked up at the sky, and whistled as he solved the problem without restraint.
He had already visited the Old Blacksmith Tavern more than ten times.
Even with his eyes closed, he could still easily find the place.
He untied his belt and imagined Big Buck of the Bloodhoof Family, bruised and swollen, crying and kneeling in front of him, begging him. He chuckled, opened the sluice, and drank to his heart's content.
He kept muttering, "I'll shoot you to death!"
Soon, the problem was solved. Wild Boar Buck shivered, and was about to return to the tavern to continue reminiscing about the glory of the Red Creek Family and how to deal with Big Buck with his brothers.
Suddenly, he heard his own name.
In the depths of the tavern's back alley, there was a concave corner. There was a large pile of junk and trash, and the Rat Folk would only come here once every ten days to half a month to clean it up.
Wild Boar Buck had never paid attention to this place.
At this moment, someone was whispering inside, "… Buck … Hehe …"
People were always very sensitive to their own names.
Moreover, this voice was sharp and thin, half male and half female. It was bewitching, and extremely ear-piercing. It was hard not to notice.
Of course, the other party might not be talking about Wild Boar Buck.
After all, "Buck" was a very common name.
There were at least three to five hundred Barkers in the entire Black Horn City.
However, Wild Boar Barker still stuck his head out of curiosity and stuck his big ears to the wall in the corner to eavesdrop on what the ear-piercing voice was saying.
"Lord Big Buck said that the pig was beaten up so badly that even its parents couldn't recognize it. One of its fangs was knocked out, and tears were squeezed out from the top and urine were squeezed out from the bottom. It had no choice but to kneel down and beg Lord Big Buck for forgiveness.
"That pig said that from now on, he wouldn't dare to call himself such a loud name like 'Buck' anymore. As long as Lord Buck Big would spare him, he would call himself 'Little' in front of his name. He would be called 'Little Buck'.
"Haha, Little Buck from Red Creek Town, don't you think it's funny?"
These words were like an armor-piercing awl condensed from ice.
It pierced Barker's brain through the gap in his skull.
In an instant, his drunkenness froze.
After the layer of ice on the cerebral cortex cracked, what gushed out from within was fury that was even hotter than magma.
"Little Buck from Red Creek Town?"
F * ck, there wouldn't be anyone else. This bewitching voice was talking about him!
"Ah!"
Wild Boar Barker's eyes were bloodshot. He raised his fists and dashed around the corner.
He saw two drunken Rat Folk, half sitting and half lying beside a pile of smelly trash.
One of the Rat Folk was completely drunk. He crawled into a large basket that had no bottom, curled up, and slept soundly. His snores could be heard everywhere.
The other Rat Folk, who was just as drunk, did not realize that his companion could no longer hear him. In fact, he could not even tell where his companion was. Instead, he mistook a dirty mop for his companion's head.
He hugged the mop's head affectionately and started talking nonsense. "It's a pity that we aren't servants of the Blood Skull Arena. We can't see that pig kneeling and begging for forgiveness, calling himself 'Little Buck' with our own eyes. Hehe, hehehehe, that would definitely be interesting!"
Wild Boar Barker was furious!
It wasn't just because of the other party's slander.
It was also because of the guy's identity.
The guy had a pointy mouth and wrinkled claws. He had a short rat tail on his back. He had a lot of rat features.
He was a Rat Man!
The Rat Men were the most despised beings of all the clans and classes in the Turan civilization.
As a matter of fact, the "untouchables" were called "Rat Men" because the Rat Men were the most cowardly, filthy, and despicable.
Most of the Rat Men did not have the blood of the Rat Men flowing in their veins. None of the rat features could be seen on them. Except for their thinness and wretchedness, they were not much different from the warriors of the clans.
They were also believed to be possible to be reformed and rejoin the clans with their blood or even their lives to wash away the shame.
The Rat Men were a different story.
They were considered hopeless and undeserving of forgiveness and reform. They had long been abandoned by the ancestral spirits.
In short, the Rat Men were the untouchables of the untouchables, the scum of the scums, and the cowards of the cowards. They were the "Shame of Turan"!
The reason why such a despicable race still existed in Turan Continent was because their fecundity was astonishing.
It was mainly because their reproduction rate was too shocking, just like real cockroaches and mice.
No matter how hard the clan masters tried to kill and exterminate them, they were still unable to exterminate them.
That was good.
After all, the forging workshops, ancient mines, construction projects, and cannon fodder troops all needed a steady stream of fresh meat to operate at high speeds.
There were also many Rat Men in Red Creek Town.
All of them were the slaves of the clan masters.
When they saw Wild Boar Barker walking over from afar, they all had to crawl on the ground and bury their faces in the mud so that Master Barker wouldn't see their disgusting appearance and dirty his eyes.
Unexpectedly, in Blackhorn City, even a lowly commoner of the untouchables dared to gossip about the master!
Wild Boar Barker didn't even think about it. He roared and kicked the Rat Man in the chest.
The Rat Man was so drunk that he didn't even notice Wild Boar Barker's appearance. He was still there, his face flushed, his saliva flying everywhere, and he chattered endlessly.
Suddenly, he was kicked three or four arms high into the air and heavily smashed into the wall. He slid down like a broken sack, but he couldn't even let out a scream. His eyes widened, his cheeks puffed up, and with a "wa" sound, he spat out a large amount of blood and vomit.
Wild Boar Barker's cousin heard the commotion and hurried over to check.
When he saw Wild Boar Barker's boots stained with vomit and blood, he thought that the curled up Rat Man had unintentionally offended his cousin.
"Barker, what happened?"
His cousin had a pair of slender eyes. He was one of the calmer ones among the many Wild Boar Warriors in Red Creek Town.
He squatted down to look at the Rat Man's clothes and touched the material of his clothes. He turned his head and said, "This guy's clothes aren't bad. He doesn't look like an ordinary servant. It's best not to kill him. If he really offended you, find his master and have him give us an explanation!"
"Of course I won't kill him. Otherwise, I would have kicked him in the heart just now!"
Wild Boar Barker fiercely pulled the Rat Man up. He first checked his chest and spat in disdain. "What a cheap wretch, but he can take a beating!"
However, he couldn't suppress his anger and punched the Rat Man's protruding mouth and monkey-like cheeks once again.
Of course, that was what he thought was "neither light nor heavy".
However, the Rat Man was beaten to the point where he could only exhale. He spasmed violently and foamed at the mouth.
"Hmph!"
Wild Boar Barker saw that the Rat Man was really going to die, so he let go of the Rat Man and asked his cousin to get a basin of water. He also called his other three companions from Red Creek Town over.
"But, why?" His cousin was puzzled.
Wild Boar Barker puffed and puffed for a long time. His big face turned red, and he only said, "Stop talking nonsense. I told you to go, so go. You'll find out later!"
Not long after, five Wild Boar Warriors from Red Creek Town blocked the back alley of the tavern.
One of them crossed his arms and held a heavy saber under his armpit. He stood at the entrance of the alley with an ominous glint in his eyes, helping them keep watch.
The other four people surrounded the rat-man.
They splashed a basin of water on his face and heavily pressed his chest a few times. With great difficulty, the Rat Man, who was especially tough, woke up.
The inferior liquor that the Rat Man had just drunk was all mixed with vomit. Stimulated by the sharp pain, he became seventy to eighty percent sober.
Seeing the four ferocious Wild Boar Warriors blocking him like four high walls, he was immediately scared out of his wits. He struggled and wriggled, desperately begging for mercy.
"Wise and mighty warriors, I, I really don't know how I offended you. I, I really deserve to die, but I'm just a lowly and dirty Rat Man. It's not worth it for you to personally attack me. Even if, even if you trample me to death, it will still dirty the soles of your shoes, right?"
The Rat Man cried bitterly and acted like a clown.
His tears made the four Wild Boar Warriors suck in a breath of cold air and subconsciously took half a step back.
They stopped thinking about beating him up.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?"
Wild Boar Buck asked with a gloomy expression.
The Rat Man's eyes flickered, as if he was embarrassed to reveal his identity. He only said timidly, "I, I finally rested for half a day, so I came out to have some fun."
High-level Orcs loved alcohol.
The Rat Men were no exception.
Moreover, the rules of the Turan people did not prohibit the Rat Men from entering taverns. They could even go to the most luxurious taverns where powerful warriors gathered.
As long as the Rat Man was not afraid that powerful warriors could casually smash his brains out when they were drunk.
Obviously, most of the Rat Men were afraid.
Even if they wanted to have fun, they would go to the cheapest taverns, the kind that catered to the Rat Men.
The Rat Men were the lowest level of the Rat Men and were the most despised.
If they went to the cheapest tavern, they might be bullied by other Rat Men.
It was reasonable for them to run to the back alley of the tavern and secretly get a few bottles of inferior liquor to satisfy their cravings.
Wild Boar Buck did not suspect anything.
But he was not easily fooled either.
He poked the bruise on the Rat Man's chest with the mop and said, "You still haven't answered my question. Who the hell are you!"
The Rat Man's injuries worsened and he screamed from being poked.
But he seemed to be worried and refused to answer directly.
Wild Boar Buck was flabbergasted. He said to his companions, "Black Corner City is indeed different. The Rat Citizens here don't even dare to answer the master's question. Could it be that the warriors here don't know how to train the Rat Citizens?"
At this moment, the younger cousin with the long and thin eyes who was relatively calm picked up a shining golden badge from the ground and handed it to Wild Boar Buck.
It should have fallen out of the Rat Man's clothes when he kicked him.
A pair of small and exquisite cat ears were carved on the badge.
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