Villain Ch 107. Anaconda In His Pants
Bella couldn't resist the urge to joke around, and she leaned on the group, trying to make them laugh. "Oh, crap," she exclaimed, "I think Allen will lose his virginity before us. Just imagine if a mob of those ladies caught him."
Alice couldn't help but join in on the joke this time, adding, "Imagine if one of us is the orc queen, and he has to sleep with us to get attribute status."
The two girls glanced at Allen expectantly, waiting for his response. Surprisingly, instead of getting flustered, Allen remained calm and collected.
"I only want to do it with pretty characters," he replied with a teasing tone and a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Bella frowned and complained, "Hey, that's face shaming!"
But Allen was quick to retort, "Well, you also won't hit me if I'm or my character is ugly." His tone was light.
Bella just opened her mouth. But then she pressed her lips together, nodding in defeat. "That's a good reply," she admitted.
A sudden comment from Jane caught them all off guard. "Even if you are a minotaur king, I don't mind," she chirped, an innocent expression on her face.
The others turned to her, their jaws dropping in shock at her unexpected confession.
Jane, however, grinned nervously in response to their reaction. "I just read a fantasy romance between a human girl and a minotaur king," she admitted, her cheeks turning slightly pink. "It kind of affects me."
Shea couldn't help but join in the conversation. "Is it good?" she asked, her eyes shining with interest.
Jane raised her thumb up and nodded, a smile of approval on her lips. "It's surprisingly well-written," she said. "The author really did a great job of creating a believable and compelling relationship between the two characters."
This time, it was Larissa's turn to chime in. "Tell me, how big is it?" she asked in a serious tone, causing Jane to turn to her with a frown.
"The Minotaur king character?" she confirmed, unsure of what Larissa was getting at.
"'It' not 'he'," Larissa said in an emphatic tone, making it clear that she was referring to the minotaur king's manhood.
"Oh!" Jane exclaimed, catching the meaning behind Larissa's comment. "12 inches long," she said with a grin.
Shea chimed in with her own thoughts. "That's an anaconda," she commented, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
Zoe suddenly spoke up. "I wonder if that exists in real life," she mused, her mind wandering to strange and unusual places.
The girls all turned to Allen at once, their eyes falling on his pants instead of his face.
He couldn't help but roll his eyes at their antics. "Let's be real," he said with a sigh. "There's a fantasy tag on that story for a reason. That's why they called fantasy romance. It's impossible in real life." Allen immediately fixed the girls' thoughts. He didn't understand how a sight of a single female orc could lead them into this strange conversation.
"Besides," he added, "you'd probably die if that happened," he warned.
Jane nodded in agreement, disappointed but still amused by the conversation. "True," she said with a pout.
Then Allen suddenly spoke up again, his voice firm and commanding. "Anyway," he said, fixing the group with a flat stare. "I think we should stop the chit-chat and concentrate on the hunt."
"Why?" Shea chirped.
Allen pointed behind them. "That female orc just brought her husbands. It seems they are more interested in you guys than me." His tone was casual despite the situation.
The girls turned to look in the direction he was pointing. They had been so engrossed in their conversation that they hadn't noticed the sound of footsteps behind them. But now, as they scanned the treeline, they saw what Allen had seen - five orcs, each one holding a gleaming ax in their hands. Their heads were covered by horned helmets.
The orcs were stalking them silently, their heads covered by horned helmets that made them look even more menacing. The girls could feel their hearts racing as they realized their danger.
Orc <Level 50>
They quickly began to prepare their skills. Allen was the first to act, his eyes flashing with fierce determination as he activated his Demonic Aura. With a wave of his hand, he cast his signature spell: Demonic Lance. A barrage of black lances appeared and hovered around him.
Allen had mastered this skill, having maxed out his skill to the point where he could summon fifty lances at a time. In the upcoming war event, he knew he would be able to summon twice that amount - a staggering a hundred lances that could decimate even the toughest foes. But he didn't immediately launch it at them.
Bella frowned and groaned in frustration. "Ew... level 50? Why is the female level 51 and the male level 51?" she complained, throwing up her hands in exasperation.
Alice chimed in with a joke. "Maybe the game developer knows that an angry woman is scarier than any man. Not to mention these are orcs," she quipped, winking at the other girls.
But Allen wasn't amused. He knew that they were in a dangerous area, and he didn't want their jokes to distract them. "Put your concentration on. Their screams might provoke other orcs," he warned, his voice serious. He didn't mind a little levity now and then, but they were in the map player and he wanted them to be careful.
The girls nodded, sobered by Allen's words. They steeled themselves for the battle ahead, their eyes fixed on their opponents as they waited for the orcs to make their move.
As the orcs charged toward them, Allen was the first to act. He waved his hand in a swift motion, and his black lances slid out a deadly shower of needles, each one piercing the orcs' bodies with deadly precision.
The girls followed suit, unleashing a barrage of their own skills to slay the orcs. Bella summoned electric orbs, which exploded on impact, sending the orcs flying backward in a fiery blaze. The others struck the orcs down one by one with swift, precise blows.