I Became a Level -99 Vicious Lord

Chapter 242:

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Bagram pondered Otto's words and then gestured toward a crude table.

"You must have a reason to seek me out like this. Chwik. Sit down. Chwik-Chwik."

“You’re reasonable, as I expected.”

Otto smiled, seeing that Bagram was more interested in having a conversation than being wary of him.

‘He’s certainly someone to be reckoned with.'

Bagram was a character with exceptional abilities, even among the 100 Lords.

As an Orc chieftain, he was fierce and brave, but that didn’t mean he was foolish.

Bagram was a very wise chieftain, possessing a flexible mindset and a rational, pragmatic set of values.

This made Bagram one of the few lords Otto respected.

An excellent choice for a friend.

He was an extremely reliable figure for forming an alliance.

That’s why he could engage in a candid conversation with a sudden visitor like Otto.

"Would you like a beer?"

"Sounds good."

“Our Orcs’ beer is the most special in the world. Chwik.”

Bagram poured a large mug full of beer and handed it to Otto.

*Glug* *Glug*

Without a moment's hesitation, Otto downed the entire large mug in one gulp.

"Keeeuuuu!!"

“How is it? Chwik!”

“It’s fantastic, no question about it.”

Otto's words were sincere.

In this world, the beer made by the Orcs was among the finest of fine liquors.

Compared to the beers from Otto's world, the Orcs' beer boasted a taste that was in a league of its own.

It was so exceptional that even Otto, who wasn’t particularly fond of beer, rated it as outstanding.

"Is that true?"

A smile tugged at the corners of Bagram's lips.

“Does our beer suit the taste of humans as well?”

"Of course."

Otto responded as if questioning why such a thing needed to be said.

“You should make comparisons where they’re due. The beer made by us humans isn’t even beer compared to what the Orcs make.”

"Oh?"

“If we were to become friends.”

Otto suggested this to Bagram.

"Maybe we could sell the beer the Orcs make to the continent?"

"…..!"

“Just supply it. I’ll handle the distribution.”

“What do you mean by just supplying it…?”

“I’m not interested in the brewing secrets. Just supply the beer so that I can handle the sales.”

"……!"

“You don’t trust humans anyway, right? I don’t even expect you to share the brewing methods from the start.”

Bagram was honestly surprised by Otto's lack of interest in the brewing secrets.

As Otto said, Orcs never trusted humans.

‘He might be a rather decent human after all.'

Bagram thought this and then asked Otto.

“Why have you sought me out, human? Chwik.”

“I told you. I’ve come to reveal the truth.”

“What truth?”

“The reason why the Orcs on this land have been fighting for centuries.”

"……?"

“And the reason why your brother suddenly changed.”

“Wh… What do you mean by that? Chwik!”

Bagram’s eyes glinted menacingly.

Bagram already knew that Otto’s appearance was no ordinary matter.

Why?

Because no human would have appeared here on the Uruk Plains otherwise.

Especially not to the chieftain of the Thunderhoof Clan.

However, the words coming from Otto’s mouth sounded so dangerous that Bagram couldn’t help but instinctively show hostility.

“What kind of joke is this? Chwik.”

Bagram asked Otto.

"Literally."

Otto calmly extended his beer mug, as if he felt no threat from Bagram.

“I told you I’ve come to reveal the truth. Could I have another drink?”

"……."

“Give me another drink, and I’ll tell you.

“Chwik?”

“I’ll share the story if you treat it as the price of the drink.”

Otto remained relaxed.

From experience, Otto knew very well that Bagram was someone with whom communication was effective.

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Otto genuinely revealed all the secrets to Bagram without asking for anything in return.

Otto hadn’t come to strike a deal with Bagram in the first place.

Otto was confident that by revealing the truth to Bagram, he would naturally forge an unparalleled friendship and alliance.

The truth Otto knew was like Pandora's box, something the orcs had never even dreamed of.

Once Bagram learned the truth, he would be willing to lay down his life for Otto.

“The secret I’m going to tell you is…”

Otto started to build up the suspense.

“What I’m about to tell you is that you, and all the orcs of the Uruk Plains, are nothing more than livestock.”

"Chwiik?!"

Bagram's eyebrows twitched.

*Whuuush!* *Whuush!*

White steam erupted from the nostrils adorned with golden rings.

The term "livestock" used by Otto made Bagram enraged.

“What's that supposed to mean? Chwik.”

"Literally, it means cattle."

"Explain it properly. Chwik."

"The situation in the Uruk Plains is being manipulated by the intelligence agency of the Kingdom of Erzsebet."

"Chwiik?!"

"The reason you were divided into various tribes and fought was actually due to schemes carried out by the Kingdom of Erzsebet."

"What are you saying! Chwiik!"

Bagram shouted.

"Explain it in more detail! Chwiik! Quickly!"

"So, what that means is…"

From Otto's mouth began to flow the most secretive and dangerous secrets held by the Kingdom of Erzsebet.

Hundreds of years ago.

In the early days of the founding of the Erzsebet Kingdom.

At that time, King Chekhov I of the Kingdom of Erzebet was troubled by the Uruk Plains to the south.

This was because the increasing number of Orcs led to more frequent invasions of the borders.

However, invading the Uruk Plains to subdue the Orcs was too daunting, so King Chekhov I decided to establish a long-term plan.

King Chekhov I sent knights to the Uruk Plains to capture a few newly born Orc children.

The captured Orc pups were raised and indoctrinated by the Kingdom of Erzsebet.

The Kingdom of Erzebet referred to such Orcs as .

King Chekhov I sent the Orcuses back to the Uruk Plains and had them function as spies.

The results were astonishingly promising.

The Orcuses, who had grown into key figures in each tribe, disrupted the situation in the Uruk Plains according to the instructions of the Erzsebet Kingdom.

As a result, the Kingdom of Erzsebet manipulated the Uruk Plains as if kneading dough, causing the Orcs to repeatedly suffer from the tragedy of internecine conflict.

For hundreds of years afterward.

"Y-You expect me to believe that! Chwiik!"

"Shh."

Otto raised his index finger and made a gesture for Bagram to be quiet.

"Speak quietly. It's problematic if others… or rather, if the Orcs hear."

"Chwik…!"

"Calm down and hear me out."

Otto maintained as calm a demeanor as possible to keep Bagram from losing his temper.

Even though Bagram was a highly rational and reasonable individual, he was still an Orc.

His inherently fiery temperament was not easily suppressed.

"The Kingdom of Erzsebet has been using the Orcuses to manipulate the Orcs here. Sometimes, they even controlled the Orcs to make them attack neighboring countries."

"Chwiik, Chwiik!"

"Was it around ten years ago? There was a period when reconciliation among the tribes seemed possible, right? But then your brother had an accident, and the peace agreement fell apart, and the bloodshed began again."

"Chwiik…!"

"Why did you think that happened so suddenly?"

Otto asked Bagram.

"Why did the Orcs, who should have been cooperating, end up fighting each other instead? Doesn’t that seem odd?"

"Chwi, Chwiiik!"

Bagram didn’t respond directly, but he also didn’t deny Otto’s words.

In fact, Bagram had long harbored such doubts, and whenever suspicious incidents occurred, he had always felt something was amiss.

‘He'd have to believe it.'

So Otto knew very well that Bagram would believe his words.

‘At this time, Bagram would likely notice something unusual and start tracking the Orcuses.'

Bagram's main scenario was completely different from the typical image of an Orc.

If Orcs are the protagonists in a scenario, one would naturally think of grand wars and dynamic duels.

However, Bagram's main scenario was an espionage action thriller that boldly shattered those clichés.

The main scenario for Bagram involved detecting, monitoring, and tracking the Orcuses within the tribes.

"Is what you're saying… true? Chwiik."

Bagram asked Otto.

"It's true, or else I wouldn't be here."

"How did you find out? Chwiik. Chwiik"

"Suffice to say, I stumbled upon a classified document from the Kingdom of Erzsebet."

"Can you prove it? Chwiik?"

"Of course."

Otto gave a confident smile.

And it was no wonder, as Otto was thoroughly informed about all the Orcuses within Bagram's forces.

Additionally, he knew all the means and methods to prove they were Orcuses.

Therefore, proving it was a piece of cake.

"Alright. Chwiiik."

Bagram nodded his head.

"I’ll trust your words for now. Chwiiik. But if you're lying…"

"I'll give you my head."

Bagram seemed satisfied with Otto's words and no longer showed any hostility.

Of course, he didn't completely withdraw his skepticism.

"Chwik. Who are you?

"My name is Otto de Scuderia."

Otto introduced himself to Bagram.

"I am the King of the Lota Kingdom and a man who wishes to be friends with Bagram, the Chieftain of the Thunderhoof Clan."

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Afterward, Otto and Bagram conversed and communicated throughout the night.

The more Bagram talked with Otto, the more his wariness diminished.

This was because every word Otto spoke was backed by solid evidence, making his case very strong.

At dawn.

"Erzsebet Kingdom… Chwik."

Bagram muttered in a voice tinged with rage.

His main scenario was to uncover the conspiracy of the Kingdom of Erzsebet, unify the Uruk Plains, and ultimately challenge Bathory.

In other words, Bagram and Bathory were archenemies who shared a significant portion of their scenarios.

"I will have my revenge. Chwik."

"That revenge must not come at the expense of innocent people."

Otto counseled Bagram.

"Of course, it's natural for Orcs to harbor hatred towards humans."

"I understand that too. Chwik."

Bagram spoke as if to reassure Otto.

"Revenge only begets more revenge. My goal is to bring down the Kingdom of Erzebet, not to kill humans. Chwik."

"That's a relief."

"Did you say that the Current King of the Kingdom of Erzsebet is Bathory? Chwik?"

"Yes."

"I will surely crush that wicked human woman. Chwik."

"And then?"

"If possible. Chwik."

Bagram spoke with a somewhat wistful tone.

"I want to create a world where our Orcs and humans can coexist peacefully without fighting. Chwik. We Orcs are a race with honor and intelligence, not wicked monsters. Chwik. I want to show that Orcs can get along well with humans. Chwik."

Bagram was not an Orc filled with hatred for humans.

He was a great Orc Lord with the qualities of a noble ruler.

The end of that main scenario was a world where Orcs and humans peacefully coexist.

Of course, achieving such a great accomplishment would require overcoming countless hardships and adversities.

Of course, including the task of bringing down the Kingdom of Erzsebet.

Additionally, he needed to play a significant role in the upcoming World War to change the negative perception of Orcs.

He needed to engrain in the continent that Orcs are not monstrous creatures that eat humans, but rather a race that is brave and fierce, yet also has a simple and straightforward side.

"Let me help you."

Otto extended his hand to Bagram.

"I am a King of a Kingdom. How about starting with the Kingdom I rule?"

"Chwik?"

"It's about taking it step by step. Of course…"

Otto added.

"After bringing down the Kingdom of Erzsebet."