Magic, Evil Gods, and the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 57 Fate is always unpredictable

Caesar gripped his short sword nervously as he walked down that all-too-familiar street.

Logically, after such a fierce battle, the streets should be littered with corpses, but they are now empty except for scattered orc weapons and armor.

Caesar knew this was a characteristic of heroes—the ability to grow stronger by killing and devouring their enemies.

Caesar felt there was something strange about this method of becoming stronger. Was this really the behavior expected of the hero summoned by the God of Light, the master of order and light?

However, Caesar was unaware that killing to become stronger was actually a widely circulated but secretly kept rule of becoming stronger in the world of Errol.

According to the legends passed down by those spirits who revered knowledge and exploration, this is related to the cognitive connection between the killer and the victim; the killer would take something from the victim to improve themselves.

Even if the murderer himself doesn't know he's killed someone, all that's needed is for the victim to know who caused their death.

This is also why powerful heroes have always emerged in the countless wars of the past in the world of Errol.

Therefore, although the way the heroes become stronger seems very strange...

But the gods who knew about this matter would only suspect that the God of Light, Ai, who was the controller of the "order" authority, had gained a deeper control over the "order" authority and had tampered with this secret rule.

After all, in a sense, "order" is "rules".

Only by establishing rules can order be maintained.

However, Caesar was unaware that he was simply feeling uneasy.

As he walked down the street, he could see heroes chasing after fleeing orcs from time to time.

The former was extremely excited, while the latter was extremely terrified.

Caesar never imagined he would see such a scene, after all, in his understanding, the relationship between humans and orcs should be reversed.

Humans are weak, orcs are strong.

In order to survive, humans could only eke out a living under the oppression of orcs.

"Hey, that wild human NPC looks kind of familiar!"

"Hmm, where? Is there?"

"Hey, it's gone! It was just there! Shall we go look for it?"

"Forget it, leveling up is the priority, or someone else will have already taken it all! Who knows when we'll get another chance to level up Kuku if we miss this one!"

"Oh, right!"

The two players chatted as they quickly left.

After the two players had been gone for a while, Caesar finally crawled out of the pile of debris in the corner and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

If you ask him why he's avoiding players, the answer is naturally that he's afraid to meet them.

He was supposed to be placed in a camp outside the city, where he would be looked after by several servants arranged by Saint Eileen.

But he was really curious about the situation inside the city, so he secretly slipped out. He originally wanted to come and help, because he had been practicing swordsmanship for several days and wanted to personally kill the orcs to avenge his brother.

However, when he actually arrived in the city, he found that he seemed somewhat superfluous, as the heroes did not leave any orcs for him.

However, Caesar did not give up. He tore off a few rags from the ground and wrapped them around himself, changing out of the fine clothes he had brought from Blackwater City and finding a place to hide. Then he smeared mud on his face to ensure that he would not be recognized by the hero immediately.

After doing all this, he carefully made his way along the city streets and saw many bewildered fellow humans.

They watched the warriors chasing the orcs with a mixture of admiration, excitement, and bewilderment.

However, Caesar didn't recognize any of those people. Caesar's home was in the East District, and that was his next target.

Soon, Caesar arrived at the East District and could hear fierce shouts of battle coming from afar.

Caesar remembered that in that direction was the residence of the chieftain of the Dorriel orc tribe, and there was also an absurdly large square where he had seen many people being slaughtered by orcs.

Dark and painful memories surfaced in Caesar's mind, but a series of shouts from ahead pulled him back to reality.

"Quick, after him! We can't let that guy get away!"

"That orc is a mini-boss; he'll definitely give a lot of experience!"

Upon hearing the commotion, Caesar knew that the hero was approaching.

He quickly turned around and tried to leave the street, only to find a group of brave warriors blocking his way.

Before Caesar could react, he felt a tremor behind him, and a huge figure landed behind him, a thick hand instantly grabbing his neck.

"Don't move, or I'll kill this brat!"

After being chased to the brink of desperation by the players, Doriel grabbed a human from the roadside, hoping to intimidate the crazed humans.

He didn't have much hope for this; he just wanted to take one more person down with him before he died.

Although it would be a laughingstock among the other orcs if word got out that the powerful orc chieftain was dragging the weak humans down with him, Doriel couldn't care less about that at the moment.

He was being driven mad by this group of humans who he couldn't kill or shake off.

"Hey, hey, hey! Orc brother, calm down, please calm down, let's talk this out, let's talk this out!"

To Doril's surprise, these monsters, who were fearless of death and killed any orc they saw, now showed a rare hint of fear.

Could it be because of this little guy?

Thinking of this, Doriel raised Caesar in his hand and exerted a little force, causing Caesar to let out a scream and blood to flow from the corner of his mouth.

"Back off! All of you, back off! Or I'll crush this guy!"

The pursuing players retreated, gradually increasing the distance between themselves and Doriel.

Just as the few hot-headed players were about to make a move, they were stopped by the people on the side.

"Damn it, what are you doing? If you don't need your eyes anymore, just donate them! Look who that NPC in the boss's hand is!"

"Hmm, Caesar Arthos?"

The player who was stopped then noticed Caesar in Doriel's hand and saw that he had accepted a quest related to Caesar.

"Wow, a key figure in the world mission!"

"Damn it, how did this kid end up in the boss's hands? Is there a bug in the game?"

"How should I know? Tell everyone, if you can't kill in one blow, don't act rashly, or the entire world mission will fail!"

Seeing those strange, timid humans, Dori immediately knew that his casual grab had definitely seized the lifeline of these guys.

"Back off! Back off!"

Having realized this, Doriel, holding Caesar in his hand, slowly walked towards his palace.

He wanted to go back; he wanted to use the little guy in his hand as leverage to win back his remaining subordinates.

He had to do that.

Otherwise, alone, he would surely repeat the same mistake as Dovagan.

Doriel didn't dare loosen his grip on the struggling little human in his hands.

If you tighten your grip, you might crush the other person; if you loosen it, they might escape.

Now, the future of him and his tribe rests entirely on this little guy!