Gurang decided not to push the matter any further. The faint stiffness in his shoulders relaxed as he gave a short, obedient bow.

"I understand, such boundless wisdom indeed coming from you, my Lord," he said, his tone filled with flattery and caution.

Romeov chuckled, the deep sound echoing faintly through the vast marble chamber. He stepped toward the grand oak table, where rows of polished silver goblets gleamed under the warm glow of chandelier light.

Picking one up, he approached the anxious royal cupbearer standing nearby.

The young man's hands trembled slightly as he filled the emperor's glass with a deep red wine that smelled of old oak and crushed cherries.

Romeov raised the cup and gave it a slow swirl, the liquid glimmering like spilled rubies.

He sniffed it first, savoring the aroma, before taking a calm, measured sip.

hmm

A satisfied hum escaped him, and a faint smile tugged at his lips.

"This one is also good," he said. His voice carried authority even in its calmest tone. "Make sure to prepare at least twenty barrels of this as a gift. Including the other varieties, I want a total of a hundred barrels of our best wine prepared on a caravan."

Gurang bowed deeply, the corners of his robe brushing the polished floor."As you wish, my Lord. Please give us at least three more days, and we should be able to prepare all of them."

"Good," Romeov replied simply, taking another sip.

But Gurang hesitated, curiosity flickering in his old eyes. "

If you do not mind me asking, my Lord," he said carefully, "why do we need so much wine? Could it be a gift for a certain king... or perhaps your new bride in mind?"

"Bride?" Romeov blinked, then burst into a hearty laugh that filled the hall.

The echo rolled like thunder against the golden pillars. "I wish I could say so. But unfortunately, it's a gift for someone far more important than what you think."

The laughter faded, leaving a brief silence that hung heavy in the air.

Then, in his mind, he added quietly, and something more powerful than all of us combined.

He gazed into his wine, watching the surface ripple slightly from the faint tremor of his hand. The reflection staring back at him didn't look like a conqueror tonight—it looked like a man preparing an offering to something ancient.

Meanwhile, miles away, deep within the Kugaw Wasteland, the air thickened with the stench of rot and damp earth.

Inside a vast, dimly lit cave, eerie green crystals sprouted from the walls like frozen fire, bathing the tunnels in a ghostly glow.

Then came the roars.

Grooo!Gwaaah!Grooaaah!

The guttural cries of hundreds of ogres shook the cave as they stormed toward the entrance. Their massive feet pounded against the ground, making the stones tremble.

Eyes bloodshot, saliva dripping from their mouths, their faces twisted with feral excitement and hunger.

Among them towered their chieftain—a monstrous figure at least nine feet tall, muscles bulging beneath scarred skin etched with faint purple markings.

His heavy breath fogged the air as he growled, teeth gnashing with primal rage.

Outside the cavern, a small purple pill lay scattered on a patch of dry earth. It looked harmless, marble-sized, almost pretty under the faint moonlight.

But from it wafted an invisible aroma that slithered through the air, creeping back into the cave's depths.

Within moments, the ogres froze mid-step. Their nostrils flared, catching the scent. A strange heat began to pulse through their veins, making their hearts race and their breaths quicken.

Their excitement turned into something else—lust, feverish and uncontrollable.

They began pushing, grunting, colliding with one another, overcome by a wave of desire that none of them could resist. Within minutes, the once-feared horde devolved into chaos.

Their growls became distorted laughter and groans, bodies writhing and stumbling in madness.

Hidden high among the treetops nearby, Auren watched it all unfold through a spyglass. A smirk crept onto his face.

"That's it… keep making out while we take you out later," he murmured under his breath, the moonlight catching the gleam in his eyes.

The purple pill—what he called the bait—was an extremely potent aphrodisiac. Not only did it attract ogres from afar, but it triggered their most primitive breeding instincts until they were too delirious to think, let alone fight.

Behind him, his team crouched on thick branches cloaked in shadow. Each of them stayed clear of the drifting smoke that wafted from the clearing below.

Their faces were tense, weapons ready.

Blas, the youngest among them, peeked through the leaves and immediately grimaced. His face contorted in disgust as he whispered,

"By the gods… they're actually doing it. That's disgusting!"

He gagged quietly, clutching his bow like it could shield him from the horror below.

Alyssa, crouched beside him, sighed through her nose.

"Focus, Blas. Unless you plan on joining them, keep your eyes on the target."

"Trust me, I'd rather die," Blas muttered.

Essel, sitting cross-legged a few feet away, didn't even open her eyes.

Her hands were clasped together, faint runes glowing between her fingers as she began chanting under her breath.

The rhythmic hum of her voice mixed with the distant howls of ogres.

Alyssa and Essel's faces were unreadable, though a flicker of discomfort betrayed their feelings about Auren's insane plan.

Still, they held their positions, trusting their leader's judgment.

The night air was thick and humid. Insects hummed softly around them. Beneath the tree canopy, the faint scent of moss and smoke mixed with the pungent aroma of the pill.

The ground started to shake again as more ogres emerged from different directions. Dozens—no, hundreds—poured out of the tunnels.

The scene below grew more chaotic and grotesque. Some ogres grew too violent, tearing into one another, and soon the clearing turned into a scene of raw carnage.

Blood sprayed across the rocks. Limbs flew. The smell of iron and sweat filled the night.

It was a display of both madness and brutal nature—a perfect trap set by Auren.

Alyssa watched in awe as the plan unfolded.

"This is insane… just one pill, and they're making out and killing each other as if possessed," she whispered, her voice trembling between disbelief and admiration.

She turned to Auren, who remained calm, his gaze fixed on the largest cave entrance.

He didn't even flinch as the sounds of slaughter echoed across the clearing. His expression was sharp, his mind already moving ahead.

"That's the point," he said quietly. "Let them do half the work for us."

The pill continued to shrink, burning away as it released its final waves of smoke. Yet even with more than half of it gone, its potency remained terrifying.

Then, a shadow moved at the mouth of the cave.

Auren's smirk vanished.

He lowered his spyglass, eyes narrowing.

"It's coming."

From the darkness emerged the Ogre Chieftain. The creature's body was colossal, veins bulging under its greenish skin.

GRRRM~

Deep scars crisscrossed his arms and chest, and strange purple markings pulsed faintly with energy—the sign of a strengthened magical core.

Unlike the others, his eyes weren't clouded by lust. They were sharp, filled with confusion and barely contained rage.

He tried to resist the scent that had infected his kin, his heavy breathing betraying the strain.

But the moment a group of frenzied female ogres lunged toward him, his patience snapped.

With a roar that made the air vibrate, he swung his massive arm and crushed them with a single blow.

Flesh and bone splattered across the rocks.

Auren observed intently, the faintest glint of curiosity in his gaze.

So, he's resisting the aphrodisiac's influence… but it looks like it's feeding his rage instead. Interesting.

He turned to Alyssa and gave a small nod.

Alyssa's expression hardened. She raised her right hand and made a circular motion—a silent signal to prepare.

Everyone moved.

Auren pulled a compact bazooka from his back, loaded a thick silver cartridge, and rested the weapon on his shoulder.

The faint hum of magical energy vibrated from within its barrel.

Alyssa unsheathed her sword, the blade humming softly as she coated it with pure sword aura. Faint blue light rippled along the edge.

Blas readied his bow. The string glowed faintly as he whispered an enchantment under his breath. The air around him shimmered.

Essel, still chanting, was the key to the plan. The control spell she prepared required perfect concentration and time to activate. Sweat trickled down her forehead, but she didn't falter.

Auren glanced at her and remembered Alyssa's earlier words echoing in his mind. "The moment she starts casting the control spell, we follow immediately. Full assault. No hesitation."

Down below, the Ogre Chieftain sniffed the air again, his extra-sensitive nose twitching. His gaze fell on the purple pill lying just a few meters from the clearing. The wind carried the last remnants of its scent straight to him.

He realized then—too late—that something was wrong.

"GROAAAR!"

The chieftain roared, smashing aside two ogres that got too close. He took a single step forward, intent on crushing the source of the scent, when the ground beneath him flared with light.

A glowing circle of runes burst from the soil, expanding outward in a blinding flash. The magic web pulsed once, then locked every creature within the area in place.

The air crackled with power.

From above, Auren grinned.

Alyssa's voice sliced through the tension like lightning.

"NOW!"

[RAIN OF ARROW]

[SHIELD ROAR]

[FIELD BLOOM]

ZZZT-KABOOOM!

In that instant, the forest exploded into motion, and the ogres in the orgy were devoured in a shower of destructive spells, arrows, and, of course, Auren's bazooka.

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