Chapter 720: Fire-tailed Dog Tribe

Alaric rubbed his temples. He could already imagine the scene where Yvanna and Yskaela would question him about the two beastwomen. Just the thought of it gave him an intense migraine.

"How should I handle this?" He mumbled helplessly while scratching his head.

Just then, he suddenly heard someone’s footsteps. He turned his head and saw Yskaela looking at him with a bewildered expression. "What happened? Why do you look glum? Did the discussion end badly?"

Alaric shook his head with a wry smile. "It’s not like that."

"Then what is the matter?" Yskaela crossed her arms, her eyebrows deeply furrowed.

Alaric sighed in his heart. He might as well come clean about it. "I think it would be better for you to follow me."

Yskaela raised an eyebrow, wondering what this was all about.

Alaric took her inside the tent where the two beastwomen were waiting. When Yskaela saw them, her eyes darkened.

"What is this?" Her tone was icy. If he couldn’t explain himself properly, Alaric knew that she would definitely erupt into fury.

Alaric quickly explained the situation.

Yskaela stared deeply at him. "So you are saying that they are gifts from that old man, Rolferth."

"Yes! Yes!" Alaric nodded with a forced smile.

Yskaela’s expression eased up. "Well then. It just so happens that I am rebuilding the Crimson Phoenix Knights Order. Leave them to me. I will be responsible for them."

Hearing this, Alaric knew that this was her way of preventing him from having close contact with the beastwomen. "Alright. Please help me explain this matter to Yvanna. I don’t want her to misunderstand."

The last time something like this happened, Yvanna didn’t contact him for a long time.

Yskaela smirked, amused by his reaction. "Don’t worry. I will explain it to her."

Alaric was relieved. He then looked at the two women and helped them remove their chains. "From now on, you will follow her. She is my wife, Yskaela Veronica. Treat her words as if they were my own."

The two beastwomen didn’t expect him to remove their chains, the very thing that shackled them for many years.

"Y-Yes, master!"

Alaric frowned and corrected them. "Don’t call me that. Just call me Lord next time."

"Yes, Lord!" The two beastwomen bowed.

Alaric waved his hand. "You may follow my wife. She will arrange everything for you two."

Yskaela was satisfied by how he handled the situation. She gave him a smile before she turned her gaze to the two beastwomen. With an authoritative voice, she said. "I don’t know your previous identities, but from now on, you will follow my orders. Do you understand?"

The two beastwomen were startled by her intimidating aura. "Yes, my lady!"

"Good! Come with me. I will teach you everything that you need to learn." Yskaela left with the two beastwomen, leaving Alaric standing there alone with a blank face.

"That’s one matter off my mind." He whispered as he headed back to his tent.

...

"Lord Lorans, the fire-tailed dog tribe have stubborn personalities. If they may offend you, I hope that you will be lenient with them. They may be hot-tempered, but they are innately good." Orlov reminded with an awkward smile.

They were out on a trip to visit the fire-tailed dog tribe which was one of the vassal forces that experienced bullying from other tribes.

Orlov said the chieftain of this tribe was an Unfettered warrior, a beastkin with a fiery personality.

Lorans brought half his army for this trip and left the other half to defend the goat beastkin village.

"I know. You have told me that three times already, Orlov. You don’t need to remind me again. My ears might grow calluses if you say it one more time." Lorans helplessly shook his head.

Hearing this, Orlov nervously chuckled.

At this moment, they were only a few miles away from their target destination.

Half an hour later, they encountered a ten-man hunting party of the fire-tailed dog tribe.

"Humans?!"

"Look! Isn’t that Orlov, the chieftain of the goat beastkin tribe?"

"Yeah. That’s him."

"Then why is he together with that human army?"

The fire-tailed dog hunters hid themselves behind the tall bushes, unaware that they had already been pinpointed by Lorans’ scout team.

Lorans glanced at Orlov and said. "Tell your friends that we come with no intention to harm them."

Orlov nodded and immediately stepped forward. "Greetings, friends! We are not here to fight. We have come to speak with your chief! Please bring us to your village!"

The fire-tailed dog tribe warriors hesitated, but knowing that they had been surrounded, they were left with no choice.

"Can you guarantee our safety?" The leader of the hunting party asked in a solemn voice while revealing himself.

Looking at the familiar figure, Orlov responded. "I stake my honor! You have my word!"

Hearing this, the leader of the hunting party nodded. "Follow me."

The group trailed behind the fire-tailed dog tribe warriors. They traveled for over an hour before they arrived in front of a small village surrounded by wooden walls.

The village sentries were alerted when they saw the human army, but the hunting party immediately told them not to attack.

The beastkin warriors were nervous. The human army had more warriors than their village. They were also intimidated by the man leading them.

Soon, a two-meter-tall furred creature came out of the village. It looked quite ferocious. Its body was covered in a thick coat of reddish-brown fur and the tip of its tail was lit with a ball of flame.

"Orlov, what is the meaning of this? Why have you brought a human army to my doorstep?" Its tone was cold and filled with inquiry.

Orlov approached his friend and explained. "Demevoren, this is the army of Lord Lorans. I sought their help so we can defend ourselves from those greedy tribes."

Demevoren frowned and looked at the fully armored human cavalry. If a fight were to occur, the fire-tailed dog tribe would definitely perish. He could sense an overwhelming power coming from the leading figure of this human army. It was an aura that was far greater than its own.