Transcending Half-Orcs: Reward Yourself So You Can Become Strong

Illya had heard from the elders that the elves had once thrived in the Emerald Forest, but the cunning humans and the rude orcs had joined forces and driven them into the mountains to the west.

Elves pride themselves on their magical heritage and long lifespan, and even Illya, who is already 140 years old, is only a good adult.

Illya is very fond of magic, and since she was a child, she has read all the books in her village, but her talent for spellcasting is so poor that she can't use even the most basic illumination.

Until one day, a group of humans in iron armor invaded the village.

Looking at the burned house and the people bleeding all over the ground, Illya regretted that she couldn't do anything, and she couldn't save anyone.

Unable to escape, Illya was also enclosed in a cage, but he saw a familiar figure.

It was a villager who walked out of the village 20 years ago, he groveled and stood beside a person, facing the destruction of his former hometown, not only did he not feel sad, but frantically curryed favor with his master.

Illya immediately understood that it was because of the traitor why humans were so able to find the location of the village.

"What's your name?"

"Illya," her voice unwavering.

"Shirsa, take Illya to wash up.

Hirsa led Illya into the bathroom, and when Hirsa was about to take off the only piece of clothing she had, her pale little face finally flushed, but she didn't stop it, only by pleasing her master could she gain trust, all for revenge.

Because she is not pretty, she is not worried about being made "beast" by humans, but it is precisely because of this that she is afraid that she will be killed, and it is not uncommon to buy some cheap slaves to satisfy her perverted desires.

To her surprise, the woman she was bathing with turned out to be a half-orc, and she was uglier than herself.

The thin waist seems to break off as long as it is twisted a little, and the two lumps of fat on the chest swing back and forth to affect the action.

Illya guessed in her heart that the owner outside might be a pervert who likes ugly girls, and if that's the case, then at least her life won't be in danger.

"Wow, Illya looks skinny, but she's actually quite big!", Shilsa exclaimed.

Illya frowned, the self-cooked female orc was still calling me ugly.

"Sirsa, stop playing, hurry up!" "

Okay~", Sylsa responded.

Illya is strange that this slave does not seem to have much respect for the "master" outside.

Illya couldn't remember the last time she took a shower, and the moment she touched the hot water again, she almost held back her tears.

If only this wandering female orc could be quieter.

"Your master... He", Illya wanted to say something, but didn't know how to ask.

Shirsa, as if sensing her concern, said, "Gru is a good person, don't worry."

Illya sighed, it was indeed whimsical to want to inquire about the master's news from the slave, let's take one step at a time.

"After washing, let's eat".

Illya, dressed in Shilsa's lining, was dragged to the table.

The food on the table was hearty, with white bread, rat bean soup, pork balls, and a large plate of barbecued meat.

Illya swallowed her saliva secretly, holding back from making a move.

"Eat, you're welcome", Hirsa brought a piece of bread to Eliya, Illya tasted it carefully, and then seemed to turn on the switch, desperately stuffing the food, as if to bite all the hatred.

"Illya, why are you crying, isn't it delicious?", Shilsa hurriedly asked.

Wiping the corners of her eyes, Illya realized that she was crying.

Illya continued to eat with tears in her eyes, and Shirsa, who was still trying to comfort her, was interrupted by Gru's raised hand.

I don't know how long I ate, but Illya felt like she was overwhelmed.

Illya said: "What do you want to know? First of all, I don't know other elven villages

" Gru said strangely: "What village? Forget it, you take this first" Gru

handed over a piece of paper, Illya took it and looked at it, her hand shook, isn't this her own

slave contract! The slave contract has her soul mark on it, as long as the person who uses it smears a drop of blood on the contract, he can become her master.

After the contract is signed, the slave's soul is completely controlled by the master, who can unilaterally destroy the slave's soul, and the master can also sense it after the slave dies.

Seeing that Illya was stunned, Gru continued, "Take it back, do you really want to be a slave?"

Gru also wanted to sign the contract at first, but his conscience in his previous life condemned him.

And even if you become a slave, it does not mean that the slave can be fully trusted.

"I just wanted to ask you a few questions about magic, and you'll be free when you're done."

Illya nodded, she didn't know how to react, but she understood what Shilsa meant by "Gru is a good person".

Seeing Gru undress, Illya panicked, didn't she just ask a few questions? Gru

asked, "Do you know what this is?"

Illya closed her eyes and waved her hand frantically to refuse: "I don't know, I'm still the first...".

"What first

?" Illya opened her eyes and realized that she was mistaken, and after observing the brand on Gru's chest for a while, she asked, "Is this a slave mark?"

Gru recounted the situation after killing Ichi.

"That eerie green light is a sign of necromancy, and as for what kind of magic it is, I don't know, there are too few records of necromancy.

"As for you, this should be a soul chasing technique, which can make the caster feel the location of the mark, but if the distance is too far, it will fail, and the sensing distance depends on the caster's ability, and the limit distance is about 1 kilometer.

"However, there is a downside to this spell, when the caster can feel the mark, the mark will heat up slightly, which is an irreversible phenomenon caused by the flow of magic in the mark..."

Illya explained a lot of the causes of the heat caused by the flow of mana, and Gru summed it up as probably similar to the principle of friction heat.

"Tonight you lay the floor.

Gru said as he handed over a quilt.

There is a place to shelter from the wind and rain, Illya does not pick, and it is much better to lay on the floor than in a prison cell.

In the middle of the night, the sleeping Illya was woken up by a muffled voice, and the elf's hearing and night vision were good.

"Shirsa, don't make trouble, someone is here

" "Hmm, it's not astringent (thing), tsk, she's old (asleep)"

"Hiss~!Shilsa, tap"

In the second half of the night, Illya didn't fall asleep at all, and was surprised with a red face.

The elders have said that the human body has infinite possibilities.

After many years, Illya finally understood the Elder's words.