Chapter 504: Two-legged Sheep with a Heavy Stench (2)

After this Centurion left, Geliumeng stood up from his seat and shouted loudly to the Beast Race warriors who were gorging themselves below.

"Are we afraid of a stench? Does a stench count as a problem for us?"

After hearing Geliumeng's words, the Beast Race warriors below laughed heartily and responded to Geliumeng one after another.

"Hahaha, it does not!"

"Exactly, who would be afraid of a stench?"

"Perhaps the stinking Two-legged Sheep have a unique flavor when eaten?"

Soon, the Centurion who had just been slapped by Geliumeng returned to the campfire, saluted Geliumeng, and said.

"Lord Geliumeng, the corpses of those two Two-legged Sheep have been brought."

Geliumeng waved his hand and said to this Centurion in an impatient tone.

"Then hurry up and bring them in, let me see what kind of ability these Two-legged Sheep who dared to attack the Patrol Squad on our territory actually have!"

The Centurion's lips parted slightly, but in the end, he closed his mouth and left the campfire area; before long, a pungent odor began to spread over.

Geliumeng's nose twitched, and he felt that the Two-legged Sheep meat he had just eaten was suddenly no longer fragrant.

"What the *** is this smell!"

Geliumeng cursed in a low voice, then looked toward the source of the smell, only to see the Centurion directing two Beast Race warriors to drag the corpses of the two Two-legged Sheep over.

And the odor became thicker and thicker as the distance of the two Two-legged Sheep corpses drew closer.

And the Beast Race warriors dragging the two Two-legged Sheep corpses also used rags to plug their noses, coming to the campfire with ferocious expressions.

When these two Two-legged Sheep corpses were dragged to the campfire, the originally noisy atmosphere went quiet, and the expression on every Beast Race warrior's face became very complicated.

Many Beast Race warriors had already begun to lower the frequency of their breathing; this smell was simply enough to make them vomit up the sheep meat they had just eaten.

Have the senses of smell of these Two-legged Sheep failed? How could this kind of smell be endured!

Geliumeng's brows furrowed slightly, his knuckles creaking as they were squeezed; he had never expected that the smell on these Two-legged Sheep would be so pungent.

"Ugh—"

A sound of vomiting came from behind the right side of the campfire, and this sound of vomiting was like triggering some kind of switch, as a group of Beast Race warriors began to vomit one after another.

Geliumeng forcibly suppressed his own urge to vomit, deliberately stomping his steel boots heavily, causing the spiked heels to spark against the stone floor beneath his feet.

"A bunch of... ugh... huff... I... ugh-ugh-ugh..."

As soon as Geliumeng opened his mouth, that pungent odor went straight down his throat into his body, once again hooking the vomiting desire that Geliumeng had forcibly suppressed.

Geliumeng wanted to shut his mouth, but it was too late; the food that had already been churning in his stomach, under the effect of this pungent odor, instantly began to surge upward along his esophagus.

Geliumeng had just spoken a few words when vomit gushed out from Geliumeng's mouth; undigested meat scraps, the turbid wine he had just drunk, and some unknown mixtures were vomited everywhere by Geliumeng.

In the leaping light and shadow of the campfire, the odor drilled into the nasal cavities of the Beast Race warriors like a living thing—like rotting internal organs mixed with sulfur exposed to the scorching sun for three days, then mixed with silt fermented for a hundred years at the bottom of a swamp.

The wine skin in the hand of a one-eyed Beast Race warrior "plop" fell into the campfire; amidst the splashing sparks, the knotted muscles at his neck suddenly contracted in a spasm, his Adam's apple rolled up and down three times, and finally, yellow-green bile sprayed out from between his Liaya.

"How on earth do these Two-legged Sheep have... ugh..."

Purple smoke suddenly exploded in the air—some Beast Race Apothecary smashed a bottle of Chouchouyaoji, which instead caused the putrid stench and violet essence to condense into a gelatinous substance, sticking stickily to the lungs of every warrior.

The sound of tearing cloth came from across the campfire, as some Beast Race warriors tore their own tents into pieces to share with their companions.

But when they wrapped their mouths and noses with the cloth strips, the sweat-acid smell soaking the fabric reacted strangely with the corpse stench, and three warriors fainted on the spot with their eyes rolling back.

Geliumeng's ears twitched violently; he heard the Sentinel on the Zhenchata twenty paces away dry-heaving—this hellish smell had actually climbed up the 20-meter-high watchtower along with the night wind.

"Quick... ugh... ugh... quickly throw these two Two-legged Sheep out!"

Geliumeng ordered the Beast Race warriors who had brought in the Two-legged Sheep corpses to carry them out; he now felt that there was no more vomit left in his stomach to throw up.

Seeing this, the two Beast Race warriors could only drag the corpses of these two Two-legged Sheep away again.

It was not until the two Two-legged Sheep corpses had been dragged away for a good while that the pungent odor in the air faded slightly.

When the last trace of putrid stench was swept away by the night wind, only the sound of intermittent dry-heaving remained in the entire camp. The sparks popping and crackling in the campfire now sounded like mockery toward the Beast Race warriors.

Geliumeng sat back in his seat, recalling his unseemly appearance just now, and only felt a sense of shame welling up in his heart; he had been so unseemly in front of so many warriors! He had to do something.

Geliumeng's steel boots crushed the blackened vomit on the ground, the iron-inlaid heels rubbing against the stone slab to make a teeth-aching sound.

He stopped in front of the trembling Centurion, dark red pupils churning with magma-like rage.

The Centurion's cheek, previously swollen from the slap, was still bruised and purple, and now turned pale with fear.

"M-my Lord..." The Centurion's Adam's apple rolled up and down, the gasping sound leaking from between his Liaya like a mole being choked by the neck, "I... I told you, the corpses of those Two-legged Sheep were indeed very... stinking."

Geliumeng's face was gloomy; he looked at this Centurion and squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth.

"Yes, so, why did the Patrol Squad get attacked by Two-legged Sheep, yet you did not leave that Two-legged Sheep cavalry unit for me?"

This Centurion did not expect Geliumeng to say this suddenly; hadn't he reported this matter to him before?

"Lord Geliumeng, I... didn't I report this matter to you before..."

Before the Centurion could finish his words, Geliumeng's fist slammed out without warning.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of a skull shattering, red and white brain matter splashed onto Geliumeng's gloomy face.

Geliumeng shook the bloodstains off his fist, his Liaya, stained yellow by bile, shining grimly in the firelight.

"Now do you know why the Patrol Squad was attacked? It is because you are too incompetent."

The smell of blood temporarily suppressed the urge to vomit, and the Beast Race warriors were stunned by Geliumeng's sudden act of violence.

Just at this moment, a series of dull sounds of heavy objects hitting the ground rang out from around the Buluo camp, and the Zhenchata was also crushed and collapsed by some heavy object.

"What is this sound?"