Chapter 190: Arrival at the Demonic Tribe's Camp
Margarita glanced at the massive iron rod on the Goblin King's shoulder.
The enormous rod was clearly extremely heavy at first glance.
Over the past few days, she had seen the Goblin King set it down.
Whenever he picked it up, the ground would form a large pit.
"The Demonic Tribe is very powerful. Provoking them is not a wise move," Margarita said, hoping to use the Demonic Tribe to dissuade the Goblin King.
"I'm not afraid!"
A trace of helplessness flashed in Margarita's eyes.
From the Goblin King's words, she could sense his determination.
If she didn't show him what he wanted, he might truly plunder her people.
Expressionless, Margarita stared at the Goblin King beside her.
"I'll show you, but on one condition!"
"No way. If you won't show me, I'll find it myself. Why should I agree to your condition?"
It's just a glance at her body, so why set conditions?
What on earth was this centaur woman thinking?
It's not like her body was made of gold—what value could it possibly have?
Margarita froze for a moment, glaring angrily at him.
"You... do you think you can look for free?"
"I'm strong. Why not look for free?"
Li Meng replied seriously, leaving Margarita nearly breathless with anger.
After a long pause, she lowered her head in frustration.
She had come to understand something—this Goblin King beside her had no concept of equivalent exchange.
"Huff!"
Margarita took a deep breath to calm herself down as much as possible.
She raised her head again, looking at the massive helmeted head of the Goblin King.
"I'll show you, but you must promise not to plunder my people!"
"No way. You already set a condition!"
"What do you want, then?"
"I want to see your body!"
"Then you can't see it for free! Do you expect me to do whatever you say?"
"Then I won't look at you!"
"You're not allowed to plunder my people!"
"Why should I listen to you?"
Along the way to the Demonic Tribe's camp, the two bickered endlessly.
As they neared the camp, Margarita grew anxious.
If she couldn't dispel the Goblin King's idea of plundering her people, she had a very strong premonition that he would soon act to satisfy his curiosity.
"What's that?"
"I don't know, but it's massive!"
Ultimately, Margarita failed to persuade the Goblin King before they entered the camp.
On one of the main paths in the settlement, the two walked side by side, attracting the attention of the orcs in the camp.
The sight of Li Meng's colossal armored body stirred much discussion among the orcs.
"There are many clans among the orcs. You can tell from the flags on their hide tents. The orcs' status isn't much better than ours; they're also vassals of the Ghost Beastmen. Actually, the Ghost Beastmen and orcs share no blood ties," Margarita said as they walked.
Faced with the orcs' gazes, a trace of mockery flashed in her eyes.
The orcs were clearly strong, a major race on the Augus Continent, yet they willingly became slaves to the Ghost Beastmen.
The centaurs had submitted to the Demonic Tribe due to circumstances, but the orcs had served the Ghost Beastmen for thousands of years.
The Ghost Beastmen weren't superior orcs?
Li Meng thought about the Ghost Beastmen's appearance.
Judging by their looks, the two were indeed vastly different.
The Ghost Beastmen resembled "demons" with their dark brown skin and horned heads.
The orcs, on the other hand, appeared much more normal.
As time passed, the two ventured deeper into the camp.
Eventually, they arrived before the largest tent in the camp.
The wooden support structure was decorated with numerous bone ornaments, including a large skull and tusks from some massive creature.
"Hey, what are you two doing here?"
A Ghost Beastman blocked their way in front of the tent.
Upon seeing this, Margarita quickly stepped forward and performed a chest-covering salute.
"Honorable sir, I am a messenger of the Demonic Tribe. Behind me is the Goblin King, who is here by the invitation of Lord Douglas."
"The Goblin King?"
The Ghost Beastman sneered as he looked disdainfully at the massive figure behind the centaur messenger.
A mere Goblin King came to see Lord Douglas in full armor?
"Wait here. Lord Douglas is napping. Don't be rude!"
Margarita's expression grew troubled.
The figure behind her was not someone to be trifled with.
"But—"
"Your task is done. Now scram!"
The Ghost Beastman waved his hand impatiently, giving Margarita no chance to say more.
"The Goblin King is Lord Douglas's most important guest. Please inform him quickly!"
Margarita didn't back down, performing another chest-covering salute.
Her defiance made the Ghost Beastman sneer maliciously.
"Centaur, who gave you the guts to defy me?"
The Ghost Beastman drew a whip made of bull tendon from his waist and cracked it loudly.
With a resounding "snap," the whip lashed down toward Margarita.
Although Margarita was the Centaur Queen, she was currently acting as a mere centaur messenger.
As the whip descended, Margarita shuddered, gritted her teeth, and closed her eyes.
Just as the whip was about to strike her, a sudden gust of wind rushed from behind her.
"Boom!"
A deafening crash followed, shaking the ground.
When Margarita opened her eyes, she was greeted by a horrifying sight.
The Ghost Beastman before her had been smashed into pulp by a massive iron rod.
A large pit had formed beneath the rod, filled with a mangled mess of flesh.
The sudden turn of events startled the surrounding orcs, who hadn't even seen the giant figure move.
By the time they reacted, the Ghost Beastman was already dead under the iron rod.
"What did you do?"
The orcs standing guard outside the tent quickly surrounded them, staring in fear at the massive figure encased in iron armor.
A Ghost Beastman had been killed in a single strike.
"Goblin, you're courting death!"
From afar, a loud roar erupted.
A Ghost Beastman leaped several hundred meters into the air, hurtling toward Li Meng.
Dark energy erupted from the Ghost Beastman, combining with a "Charging Strike."
Even before the Ghost Beastman landed, the air pressure was already palpable.
Like a meteor crashing to earth, the Ghost Beastman struck Li Meng's massive body.
Li Meng didn't dodge. His enormous left hand clenched into a fist and swung upward.
In an instant, the fist collided with the Ghost Beastman's foot.
"Ah!"
A scream echoed as the Ghost Beastman's right leg was shattered.
The Ghost Beastman flew through the air like a baseball, soaring into the sky.
This time, it flew even higher, vanishing into the clouds.
"Pretty tough body," Li Meng muttered, gazing up at the sky.