I am on the evil side? I am turning the tables!

On the shore, a graceful figure was washing clothes in a basin skillfully. The sunlight shone on her fair skin, so beautiful that people were reluctant to take their eyes off her for a moment.

The rolled-up sleeves lost weight and fell down due to the washing action. The hair by the ears was wet with sweat and stuck to the cheeks. The red lips were slightly opened, bringing an indescribable temptation.

The most irresistible thing is the ambiguous trace faintly emerging at the neckline when she leans over.

"Do you have to guard him for such a short time? You're watching him too closely, aren't you?" Nolan walked slowly to Erlan's side, put his hand on his shoulder, and raised a faint smile at the corner of his lips.

"You have to know that if I want to take her away, no one can stop me." There was a hint of provocation in the brisk words, "Including Patrick. As a fellow beast king, he does have more combat experience than me, but don't forget that even he would be vulnerable to my abilities."

The two men were about the same height, and upon hearing this, Erlan turned his head to look at him.

His blood-red eyes dimmed a little, and he said calmly: "The consequences of touching her will be serious."

Nolan didn't care at all. He tied up his blue-purple curly hair and rested his whole arm on Erlan's shoulders.

"Really? How serious?"

Erlan frowned in annoyance and took a step to the side, avoiding Nolan's leaning.

This feeling of having his strength firmly suppressed made him very uncomfortable. If he also had the strength of a Beast King, would Nolan still dare to be so arrogant in front of him?

The answer is of course no.

Nolan's threat made Erlan more eager to improve his strength. Compared with the Beast King, he was still too weak.

At such a young age, Erlan has already reached the seventh star, which means he is a genius with outstanding talent.

Nolan was also a genius, and it took him a full 150 years to reach the level of Beast King.

Nothing can be achieved overnight, not even geniuses are the same. It's just that they need less time than most mediocre people.

"You want to go back to the Far North with us? There should still be people from your tribe in Skand?"

There was no doubt that Erlan meant to drive Nolan away by saying this, but he couldn't say it directly to the Beast King.

"What? I helped you, and now that things are about to be accomplished, you want to kick me away?" Nolan smiled, his eyes narrowed into a crescent, but there was a bone-chilling coldness in his eyes.

Erlan bluntly exposed his words, "Did you help us? We are just in a mutually beneficial relationship, both sides have benefited, don't make your words sound so nice!"

From the beginning to the end, only Patrick was unconditionally devoted to them, and Nolan's goal was to destroy the Olivier tribe.

It just happened that what they were going to do coincided at this time.

"You should stay away from her. She doesn't like you being close to her."

"Oh? How do you know if she really doesn't like it or is just pretending? After all, no one can refuse the kindness of our Butterfly Clan."

With their unique appearance advantage, the Butterfly Clan is considered the most beautiful people in the eyes of both outsiders and the blood-stained races.

This has always been the pride of the Butterfly Clan.

Nolan said that no one could refuse him, but he knew in his heart that Su Tang's impatience was not fake, and she was really resisting him.

This made Nolan a little confused. He had been a virgin for more than a hundred years. All the females he had come into contact with since childhood had been fawning on him. After his strength increased and his bloodline became more powerful, his unintentional seduction attracted the courtship of countless females.

Nolan was so annoyed that he could only stay indoors and minimize contact with outsiders.

It is normal for someone like Nolan, who has always been pursued by females, not to know how to please them, nor to understand what has touched them about himself, to attract dislike.

I know it very well and cannot show any cowardice on my face.

Erlan didn't follow Su Tang all the time, so he didn't know what she was thinking. Besides, even he had to admit that Nolan had a stunning appearance.

For a moment, the two men with ulterior motives fell into a long silence.

Nolan only left after Su Tang finished washing the clothes and walked over here with the basin.

Erlan stepped forward and took the wooden basin from Su Tang's hand.

"I told you I can wash it for you, why do you have to do it yourself?"

His voice was still as cold as usual, but there was a concern in his words that was hard to ignore.

Su Tang blushed instantly, and she put the basin in his hand, waving her hands around a few times, "You won't understand even if I tell you!"

There are private clothes in there! How can I ask him to help wash them?

In fact, Su Tang's concerns were not a problem for Erlan. After all, what part of her body had he not seen before, including those tempting little clothes?

Su Tang walked forward shyly and angrily, while Erlan held the basin and followed behind her obediently like a little wife.

Nolan was defeated by Erlan. The angrier he got, the bigger the smile on his face became. He walked through the crowd of people working, attracting a lot of attention. Some females were stunned and stood still, just staring at him.

Patrick couldn't stand his ability and fanned his nose with his hands.

"I'm telling you, can you please tone it down? If you keep going like this, you won't be able to work anymore! If you want to vent your lust, go somewhere else!"

They are all beast kings, and Patrick is the elder. He scolded Nolan mercilessly and didn't even think about saving face for him.

Patrick really regarded Erlan as his junior and had received a lot of care from him along the way. Nolan actually dared to target his partner. How could Patrick not stand up and support him?

He had just been humiliated in Erlan, and when he came back Patrick didn't even give him any face. How could he, the Beast King, be considered an ordinary thing?

Nolan smiled with a fake smile, and said grimly: "Some things are beyond my control! It's just that Senior is too biased!"

Patrick blew his beard, put his hands on the soles of his feet and scratched the cracks between his toes. He was extremely casual and had none of the demeanor of a beast king.

While knocking, he said: "Old man, I am the Beast King, not the Beast God. Isn't it normal to have selfish thoughts? Don't you have any selfish thoughts at all!"

Nolan clicked his tongue and picked up the little guy on the ground to play with him.

It’s true that although people who have seen Patrick’s educational methods are not used to it, it is undeniable that the little guy has been well trained by him.

And if you observe carefully, you can see that the parts where Patrick hits are extremely tricky each time. He doesn't do it casually. He always hits the little guy's weak points.

Those thin armor weaknesses grew into thicker armor as he beat them again and again.

Ordinary orcs are of no star rank when they grow up, and what Patrick said was not bragging. Under his training, the little guy will be at least two stars when he grows up.

Patrick seemed unreliable, but when he decided to adopt him, he treated him as his own child and taught him everything he knew.

This method of tempering is also the unique secret skill of the Black Hell Clan. The Black Hell Clan's bloodline talent is to control plants.

To explain it in a more vivid way, a mage's health bar is inherently more fragile than that of others. Even if he becomes a beast king, his body is far less refined than that of other orcs. This is a fatal weakness.

The ancestors of the Black Hell Clan tried countless methods for this purpose, and finally summed up this set of tempering secrets, starting from a young age, to eliminate their weaknesses bit by bit.

The Black Hell Clan has a weak constitution. Even if Patrick has been honing his skills for half his life, his physical strength is only slightly stronger than that of an ordinary beast king. But the poisonous-tailed scorpions are different. Their physical strength is much higher than that of Patrick.

After this training, your future achievements will only be higher than his.

Nolan held it and looked at it for a long time, his interest growing.

"Is this how your race trains orcs?"

Patrick scratched the back of his neck, "Why do you want to know? I'm not telling you!"

He shook his head and fell down on the stone.

"How boring." Knowing that he couldn't get what he wanted, Nolan could only express his dissatisfaction.