Chapter 45

The Beast Emperor Whatthefuck stood atop a fortress, gazing out at his subjects with a heart full of anxiety. He knew all too well that without food aid, the entire orc tribe would face utter destruction. Fortunately, today was the day agreed upon with Shen Yi, though he wondered how on earth such a vast quantity of provisions could be transported here.

Suddenly, a dull, rumbling roar echoed across the sky, resembling the bellow of an ancient primordial beast. The orcs laboring below instinctively halted their work, raising their eyes in terror toward the heavens. In the distant horizon, countless black dots appeared, rapidly expanding in size amid a deafening roar as they hurtled toward the orc settlement.

Those were the human transport planes dispatched by Shen Yi. Resembling colossal birds forged of solid steel, they shimmered under the sunlight with a cold and majestic metallic luster. Their massive, sturdy hulls were densely covered with intricate runes and pulsating energy nodes. These runes radiated a mysterious glow, intertwining to form powerful protective shields as if flaunting an indestructible might to the world.

The transport planes featured wide and slender wings with blades sharp as swords, slicing through the air and emitting a piercing whistle during flight. Equipped with advanced weaponry systems, their massive energy cannon muzzles glowed with a deep blue light, seemingly ready to unleash a fatal strike against any potential threat at a moment's notice. Blazing infernos jetted from the rear thrusters like the tails of burning comets, propelling the aircraft forward at astonishing speeds.

The tremendous roar exploded like thunder over the Tauren tribe. The muscular Tauren, caught mid-labor in the fields, instantly froze in place as their crude farming tools clattered to the ground. Slowly lifting their massive heads, their copper-bellied eyes widened to the point of popping out, filled with sheer terror and shock.

"What kind of monster is that?" a young Tauren warrior asked, his grip tightening around a stone axe as his voice trembled slightly.

Leaning on his cane, the elderly chieftain stared up at the sky and muttered to himself, "I have never witnessed such a colossal iron beast capable of flight. Could the gods have descended?"

As the transport planes slowly flew overhead, the turbulent airflow whipped through the thick fur of the Tauren. "If they are gods, they must have come to save us," an elderly Tauren woman said, clasping her hands together with eyes brimming with anticipation.

Over at the Wolf-headed tribe, the patrolling sentries were the first to spot the aircraft. They raised a nervous howl, their piercing cries instantly echoing throughout the entire settlement.

Wolf-headed warriors swarmed out from their crude huts, baring sharp fangs and crouching low as if facing a formidable enemy. "These things bring malicious intent! Prepare for battle!" roared the tribal leader in a low voice, brandishing his spiked club.

"Yet they look so immensely powerful. Can we truly stand against them?" a young wolf warrior's eyes flashed with a hint of fear.

Just as the two sides stood in tense confrontation, the cargo bays of the transport planes swung open, raining down bags of grain. The wolf warriors froze, their initial vigilance gradually replaced by confusion. "Are they here to deliver food?" a young wolf cub couldn't help asking.

Within the Boar-headed tribe, the plump, overweight boars lay listlessly on the ground, starved and utterly drained of strength. Suddenly, the deafening roar from the sky jolted them violently awake.

"Oh ancestors, the sky is falling!" a boar shrieked in terror, scrambling in a chaotic frenzy to find a place to hide.

"Wait, no, it seems to be a giant flying creature," a bolder boar poked its head out to survey the surroundings.

Upon laying eyes on the transport plane, their jaws dropped in disbelief. "What on earth is this contraption? Why is it even larger than our houses?"

"Never mind what it is. If it can give us something to eat, it's a good thing," muttered a starved, emaciated boar.

Shen Yi sat in the command hall, observing the entire feeding process from start to finish. Casually, he wondered how creatures with such bizarre varieties of heads could possibly reproduce. No matter—as long as they weren't fighting, anything was fine.

When the first human transport plane touched down on the plaza of the orc settlement, the ground trembled beneath it. The cargo ramp slowly lowered, releasing a rich, intoxicating aroma of grain that washed over the crowd. The orcs widened their eyes, entirely unable to believe the scene unfolding before them. Some dropped their jaws in awe, others welled up with tears of excitement, and a few even gasped aloud in pure wonder.

Young orc warriors leaped and cheered around the aircraft, excitedly waving their weapons. Their muscular frames surged with movement as cheers echoed, their faces radiating a long-absent joy. "We are saved! We are saved!" shouted a young warrior, his voice brimming with intense emotion and excitement.

Children darted about the transport planes like flocks of joyful birds, their laughter ringing clear like silver bells across the plaza. Women, their eyes shimmering with tears of gratitude, dropped to their knees in prayer, thanking the heavens for sending saviors.

Beast Emperor Whatthefuck strode up to the transport plane, watching as crates and bags of food supplies were continuously unloaded from the cargo hold. Overwhelmed with emotion, a resolute light flashed in his eyes as he spoke loudly, "Shen Yi, you are the great benefactor of the orcs! From this day forward, whatever you require, the orc race stands ready to go through fire and water for you!"

Meanwhile, scouts from various other races were similarly stunned by the magnificent spectacle. Elven scouts hidden deep within the dense forest picked up the roaring engines with their keen ears and peeked out to observe. The moment they laid eyes on the human transport planes, looks of astonishment marred their refined features. Renowned for their mastery of nature magic and agile reflexes, the elves viewed this formidable mechanical power with a mixture of curiosity and awe.

Dwarven scouts crawled out from nearby mining tunnels, fixing their bright, beady eyes upon the transport planes with gazes full of adoration and yearning for machinery. Though skilled in forging and manufacturing various tools and weapons, the human aircraft far exceeded their wildest imaginations. They conversed in low murmurs, attempting to glean new technological insights from the construction of the machines.

Dark elf scouts lurked within the shadows, their purple eyes gleaming with mysterious light. Accustomed to operating in secrecy with a specialty in assassination and magic, the appearance of the human transport planes made them realize that countless unknown, formidable forces still existed in this world.

As more and more human transport planes touched down, the plaza grew piled high with grain supplies. The orcs began systematically transporting the goods, their faces glowing with blissful smiles. They knew that with these provisions, they could weather this difficult period and restore their vitality and vigor.

Holding the smartphone left behind by Shen Yi, Beast Emperor Whatthefuck pressed the familiar number. Moments later, Shen Yi's calm voice came through the receiver: "Whatthefuck, how have you been lately?"

Whatthefuck grinned, revealing a row of sharp teeth as he chuckled, "Splendid! Shen Yi, thanks to the grain you sent, all my people have eaten their fill, and laughter fills every corner of the tribe. On behalf of everyone, I offer you our most sincere gratitude!"

"Haha, think nothing of it. We're all friends here," Shen Yi replied.

Whatthefuck continued, "As soon as those transport planes of yours arrived, the entire tribe was dumbfounded. Such massive beasts soaring through the sky—truly miraculous!"

Shen Yi smiled lightly. "That is merely the application of technological means. By the way, I had an idea this time; I'd like to propose a trade with you."

"A trade? Absolutely! Name it. Whatever our orcs can manage, we will deliver without hesitation!" Whatthefuck patted his broad chest in assurance.

Shen Yi explained, "I require some special ores, which are rumored to be abundant in the mountain ranges around your territory. These minerals are crucial to me, and I wish to exchange them for grain."

Whatthefuck pondered for a moment. "Ores are no problem at all! We orcs are exceptionally skilled at mining. However, I must first know precisely which ores you need and in what quantities."

Shen Yi detailed the specific types of minerals and the required volumes. After mentally calculating the request and determining that it fell well within manageable limits, Whatthefuck readily agreed. "Done! We will gather the ores you need as swiftly as possible. But regarding the grain... might you be able to provide a little extra? After all, our tribal population is vast, and we must stockpile reserves for any unexpected emergencies."

After brief consideration, Shen Yi replied, "Very well, I will increase the grain supply. However, I expect you to guarantee the quality of the ores and ensure they are delivered on time."

"Naturally! We orcs have always prided ourselves on our word. Once collection begins, I shall personally supervise the operation to ensure the minerals are delivered to you on schedule and of the highest quality," Whatthefuck stated with a firm tone.

"Splendid, then it's a deal. Once you have finished gathering the ores, I will dispatch the transport planes to collect them," Shen Yi said.

"No problem at all! Doing business with you is an absolute pleasure, Shen Yi. I look forward to even greater opportunities for cooperation in the future," Whatthefuck laughed.

"Haha, I share that sentiment. I believe our partnership will make both of us even stronger," Shen Yi responded.

After hanging up the phone, Whatthefuck immediately summoned the finest miners in the tribe and issued the task of gathering the ores.

A deeply contented smile graced Whatthefuck's face as he surveyed the vibrant, thriving scene before him in the settlement.

In the past, to secure sufficient sustenance, his people had been forced into brutal conflicts with humanity, costing countless brave warriors their lives. The bloody spectacles of those battles remained vividly etched in his mind, causing him unending heartache.

Yet everything was different now. The grain provided by Shen Yi had resolved their immediate crisis while unveiling an entirely new horizon of possibility. No longer needing to subject his people to bloodshed and sacrifice, nor risking their lives merely to plunder food, simply mining for ores could now secure adequate provisions. For the orc tribe, this was unquestionably a blessing of epic proportions.

He knew well that mining was arduous labor, but compared to war, what did such hardship amount to? Ores were treasures bestowed upon the orcs by this very land; trading them for the resources of survival and development was the most fitting arrangement imaginable.

This ally, Shen Yi, was a bond he was determined to forge—if for no other reason than the growth and prosperity of his own kind. With Shen Yi's support, the children of the tribe could grow up healthy, the warriors could train with peace of mind, and the entire community would gradually recover its vitality and march toward prosperity.

In this world governed by the law of the jungle, only a powerful race could secure its footing amidst chaos. Whatthefuck could already envision the future: the orc tribe growing daily in strength, its people living in peace and contentment. And the very starting point of it all was this partnership with Shen Yi. He silently swore to safeguard this friendship, ensure the smooth execution of their trade, and lead the orcs toward a glorious future.