"Child... Can you listen to mother's proposal?" Rosie Cullen gently pushed the door into Cullen Azog's room. Her action was filled with a graceful demeanor as she took her time from one step to another until she's finally standing right beside her only child.
"Mother, please speak." Cullen Azog answered his mother's word while taking the dregs out from the Allforge. Thunderous sparks can be seen twirling around his Abominaculm Metal Arm, which shows his control over the Exalt Force.
There was a piece of eyeball size of raw Abominaculm Metal in grip. Evidently, that was what he refined throughout the night after skipping the village's feast.
"It hurts my heart to see that you're putting all your time in tinkering with the Allforge. Mother had brought you something to eat. What about taking a rest while we have a mother and child talk?" said Rosie Cullen.
"Of course, mother. Come here and have a seat." Cullen Azog removed the Abominaculm Metal Arm on him and held Rosie Cullen's hand gently. Having his helpful mother seated, Cullen Azog took another seat beside her like how it was always done.
*Pa - Pa - Pa!*
"Girls, come in," Rosie Cullen said as she clapped her hand thrice. Five ogre females in attractive dresses soon came inside with a tray in their hands, filled with varieties of meat and vegetables. Each of them looks enchanting in Cullen Azog's vision.
"Don't you think that they're beautiful? Even your mother was shocked when I saw them for the first time." Rosie Cullen added. Her words were as soothing as a demon's whisper echoing around Cullen Azog's mind as he looks at the ogres with a hint of lust.
"They're... Beautiful..." Cullen Azog felt like his mind gets drowsier as he continues to talk with his mother. All he remembered was that he was filled with indulgence last night by engaging in an unaccountable time of sex.
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A week later...
"All of you were doing very well that night. Now, we'll just have to wait until the day of your labor. I will not mistreat any of you as long you're able to contribute to the Orc's cause." Rosie Cullen said as she gently touches the belly of the five ogres.
"Thank you, mother..." the ogre females smiled as they replied to Rosie Cullen's word. There was already a bump on their bellies.
As for the other human females, a small part of them had already engaged in a sexual relationship with the other orcs. Candidates like Tarzul, who seems slow on his head, turned out to be the hottest partner they chose as he single-handedly spreads his seed across five ladies.
Such was a mutual benefit between the new settlers with the orcs. As there weren't forced to do this unwillingly, this plan ended up working far better than how Cullen Azog wishes for.
Exactly a month later, it was time for Tarzul to be sent into the frontline once more. The four Orc Warriors in his team now ended up lacks of a member because the female warrior from his group was ended up impregnated by Tarzul too.
As there was no other choice for them to choose from, two Orc Warriors from the older generation were selected to contribute. In return, they too were allowed to have a female human to spread their gene.
"Grah!" Tarzul's scream almost tear apart the wall separating the outside and inside of the house. His scream was filled with both agony and excitement as he went through the same ritual Yzak and Salias did.
The only differences between Tarzul and them were he was given three pieces of equipment instead of two. It was a complete top armor that spanned from the left to right arm. Its most significant part would have to be the chest armor.
"Grun-Thar! I feel so much power is running inside my body right now!" Tarzul said with his limited vocabulary. But it is an accurate expression of what's he's feeling right now.
With the three pieces of Abominaculm Equipment, Tarzul's Exalt Forces became much more refined than before. They Psychic Weave that he hardly capable of using has now manifested around him, almost to the point it was visible to the naked eye.
"So... What can you do now after wearing three of this rare metal armor?" Cullen Azog asked. He was curious about Tarzul's differences because this Orc Warrior before him can be said to be the mightiest Orc in this village if it's including the power of Exalt Force.
"You can shoot a fireball at me." Tarzul confidently replied to Cullen Azog's word with a provocation. Not even a hint of fear can be seen on his face.
"Let me grant your wish then. Don't blame me if you're dead from this!" Cullen Azog equipped the Abominaculm Armguard on his right arm and created a fireball with a simple gesture. It was as intense as the flame from the Allforge that's capable of melting even the corpses of the Scale Champion.
"You can still choose to not take this attack. What's your decision?" Cullen Azog asked. The fireball in his hand had reached the peak of its intensity. If it continued to run amok like now, this house made from wood could get in flames any second from now.
"Bring it on, Chieftain!" Tarzul stands up from where he's kneeling and opened his arm wide to receive Cullen Azog's attack.
"Great! My Exalt Orc Warrior Veteran indeed has the guys! Take my attack! Pyrokinesis!" Cullen Azog swung his hand over at Tarzul's position. The fireball that was flung at Tarzul immediately engulfs the Orc Warrior into flames and burns the ground and wood around Tarzul.
Not even a smell of burning wood remains as it burnt into ashes. But the silhouette that remained inside the flame is still standing arrogantly. Suddenly, Tarzul took a deep breath as he devours the remains of Cullen Azog's Exalted Flame into his stomach.
"Pyro - What? Grun-Thar!" Tarzul was going to create something in his hand after absorbing Cullen Azog's flame, but alas...
He forgets about what Cullen Azog's skill called. The hammer is still created somehow, unhindered by his vocabulary foolishness.