Chapter 119: Envoy, You Can't Be So Cruel!

Just as Han Shuo approached her, Emily, who was bound hand and foot, suddenly planted a red mark on his left cheek with a "pop" from her vivid crimson lips.

"Hehehe, you've been struck by my curse. If I die, you will be cursed until your entire body rots away," Emily said, looking at Han Shuo with a smug, sweet, and dainty smile after kissing him.

A strange energy flowed from the spot Emily had kissed directly into Han Shuo’s body. When Han Shuo tried to locate the energy, he suddenly found that it had vanished without a trace.

Cursing is the most bizarre and mysterious form of Dark magic. Many ancient legends describe the terror and mystery surrounding it. When that strange energy flowed into him, Han Shuo felt it clearly; he understood that Emily, a Dark Magus, was not acting without purpose.

Han Shuo looked at the smug Emily, his expression shifting between light and shadow as he hesitated over whether to finish her off. With his demonic arts protecting him, he didn't believe such a curse could truly stump him, but he was reluctant to take the risk.

"Han, you'd best not act rashly. Dark magic curses are the most mysterious of all; they often truly bring about terrifying outcomes. We can spare this woman's life for now. It won't be too late to kill her once we find a way to break the curse," Trunks advised after watching Han Shuo contemplate the situation.

Han Shuo nodded and let out a strange chuckle. His eyes scanned Emily’s plump, charming, and mature body with ill intent. Emily had a graceful figure, and her heavy, voluminous breasts, in particular, looked as if they might burst through her clothes at any moment. Her sexy, bright red lips curled into a wanton smile, radiating a naked, carnal temptation toward men.

Under Han Shuo’s strange gaze, Emily let out a dainty giggle and struggled within the net. The tough branches tightened against her body, making her curves look even more magnificent and revealing a powerful allure.

"Hmm, not bad, not bad. I have plenty of ways to keep you alive. I'll slowly make you help me break this curse." Han Shuo stared deeply at Emily for a moment, then said wickedly to the old priest, "I think we should let our strong forest troll warriors share this beautiful, mature woman."

As soon as these words were spoken, Emily, who had been giggling with triumph, saw her expression change and shrieked, "You can't do that!"

"Hehehe, why not? I’ll make sure to tell the forest troll warriors to be careful when they ravish you; I promise they won't kill you, don't worry!" Han Shuo grinned, watching the terrified Emily. Now, it was his turn to be at ease.

Emily was horrified, her eyes filled with fear as she looked at the surrounding forest trolls, who were extremely ugly yet physically formidable. She dared not be defiant or say another word.

"Envoy, please, do not make us do this. This human woman is so ugly. If the children enjoy her, they will surely have nightmares. We are all children of the great god Dadala. Envoy, you cannot be so cruel!" At this moment, the old priest suddenly knelt before Han Shuo, pleading with a face full of pain.

"You blind dog! How dare you insult my beauty? I’ll kill you, you disgusting old maggot!" Before Han Shuo could react, Emily, who had been trembling with fear just moments before, erupted in fury within the net, cursing the old priest viciously with a fierce look in her eyes.

Han Shuo was speechless. He hadn't expected that in the eyes of the forest trolls, Emily was such an ugly woman. It seemed that giving Emily to them would be more of a torture for them than a reward, which left Han Shuo feeling both amused and frustrated.

"Han, I think you should get to work," Trunks said with a smile.

Han Shuo nodded and said, "Take all the loot from this time back to the tribe. Gag this woman and bring her back as well; keep a close eye on her, but do not touch her for now."

Upon hearing that they didn't have to endure the "torture," the old priest immediately barked orders at the forest trolls, instructing them to pack up all the spoils of war according to Han Shuo’s command. Han Shuo left the small skeleton by Emily’s side to guard her, ready to strike her down with force at any moment.

Giving a signal to Trunks, Han Shuo left the area with him. Once they were clear of the forest trolls and had found a quiet spot, Han Shuo stopped to explain the situation to Trunks. Of course, he kept all details regarding the Death Graveyard and the refining of the small skeleton to himself, sharing only what was appropriate.

After Han Shuo finished, Trunks stared at him for a long time before asking in confusion, "So, you are a Necromancer?"

Han Shuo nodded and smiled. "Of course. I am a Necromancer through and through. It’s just that the skeleton warrior I summoned is a bit peculiar, which is why the forest trolls mistook it for their great god Dadala. Although these forest trolls are greedy and annoying, since they are now under my control, it’s better to have them raid the right targets than to let them run wild. So, I’ve decided to keep them for now."

"If you can utilize them properly, these forest trolls could be a great help. I never expected you to be a Necromancer. Ha, you really are full of surprises. How many more things are you keeping from me?"

"Uh, not too many. Everyone has their own secrets, don't they? You’ve never mentioned your own affairs either, have you?"

"Fair enough. Then I won't ask. You continue with your business. I need to go deeper into the Dark Forest for my training. Remember what you promised me; when I feel the time is right, I will have you assist me."

"Understood. I think we will have plenty of opportunities to meet again. In a while, once I’ve finished handling my affairs, I will also go deeper into the Dark Forest for training, and I’ll find a way to reach you then."

The two had truly come to see each other as friends, yet both had their own secrets. Han Shuo’s current base was the Death Graveyard, he still needed to research Necromancy, and he had to report back to the Dark Mantle organization. He also needed to prepare food for the dwarves, so he couldn't head deep into the Dark Forest just yet.

There was no great sadness in their parting. Once Han Shuo sensed the location of the Little Demon and the small skeleton, he headed back toward the forest trolls. After reuniting with them, they returned to the forest troll tribe together.

This time, five or six hundred forest trolls had been deployed. Each carried a sack specifically for looting, and once everyone had returned, they brought all the spoils back to the tribe in one go.

The Medivh caravan had been carrying magnificent silks, soft and comfortable carpets, and other luxuries for the nobility. Besides these, there were massive war chariots and various pieces of siege equipment.

The luxury items were manageable, but if the war chariots and powerful siege equipment were transported to the empire and not supplied to the military, they could cause massive trouble if discovered. From Phoebe, Han Shuo knew that the Medivh Chamber of Commerce was involved in smuggling; it seemed these goods were not meant for the imperial military. The Medivh Chamber of Commerce was truly bold.

The luxury goods were generally stored in the space rings of the dead merchants, but the massive chariots and siege equipment wouldn't fit, so they had been transported by earth dragons. After inventorying the goods back at the forest troll tribe, they filled two warehouses with luxury items and three more with war chariots and siege equipment.

Looking at the five full warehouses, Han Shuo was at a loss as to how to handle them. His own space ring was already filled with gems and gold from the forest troll sacred grounds and could not hold anything else. Watching the supplies pile up in the warehouses without being able to move them left him with a bitter smile.

"By the way, how do you usually dispose of the things you raid?" Since the forest trolls were not a highly intelligent race that understood luxury, Han Shuo wanted to ask about their usual methods.

"Someone comes specifically to trade food, weapons, and daily necessities for these goods. Things we find useless are highly sought after by others. This much stuff is enough to trade for a whole winter's worth of food and supplies. Thanks to the grace of the great god Dadala, it is the god who has pointed the way for us," the old priest explained to Han Shuo.

Han Shuo nodded, thinking that it was just as he suspected. The merchants who traded with the forest trolls must have gained their trust, bringing the food and daily goods they needed in exchange for these priceless items.

Food and daily necessities had low value within the empire, but if transported here to trade for the expensive loot obtained by the forest trolls, those merchants were certainly making eye-watering profits. It was no wonder that despite the omnipresent dangers of the Dark Forest, so many merchants were willing to risk their lives to rush in.

When winter arrived, the Dark Forest would become extremely cold, and many magical beasts would not appear. Some merchants and adventurers would not easily enter the forest when snow blocked the paths, so every year before winter, each race had to prepare their food and supplies early; otherwise, the winter would be very difficult to endure. This was why the dwarves were worried and why the forest trolls had to raid everywhere to supplement their winter supplies.

"From now on, do not trade these things with anyone. Keep them all stored in the warehouses. As the envoy of the great god Dadala, I will help you trade these goods for enough food, daily necessities, and weapons to satisfy you. Do you understand?" Han Shuo hated the thought of those unscrupulous merchants using cheap, rough food to swindle large quantities of valuable goods from these foolish forest trolls. He felt a pang of heartache, so he used Dadala’s name to issue a new order to the old priest.

The old priest was stunned for a moment, but he nodded to show he understood. Though the order seemed strange to him, he was accustomed to obedience and did not ask further questions.

"During this time, do not go out again. I will observe the surroundings with the great god Dadala. Once I find better targets, I will come to notify you. Next time I return, I will bring you a portion of food and daily supplies. Rest assured," Han Shuo said to the old priest after some thought.

"Envoy, how should we handle that ugly woman?" the old priest asked, nodding in agreement.

When he asked, Han Shuo felt a headache coming on. After a moment of silence, he said, "I will take her with me."

It wasn't until they were several miles away from the forest troll tribe, at a watering hole, that Han Shuo untied Emily’s blindfold and removed the gag. Throughout the journey, she had been carried in a net by two zombie warriors, and Han Shuo had ignored her muffled cries the entire way. The location of the forest troll tribe could not be exposed, so he had no other choice.

Once they reached the pond and her eyes and mouth were freed, Emily began to curse Han Shuo. He ignored her vitriol and proceeded to undress, revealing his well-toned and agile physique.

To Han Shuo’s surprise, upon seeing him begin to undress without a word, a look of panic flickered in Emily’s eyes. She hurriedly said, "You... what are you doing?"

Han Shuo had originally only intended to bathe in the pond, but seeing the panic in Emily’s eyes, a plan formed. A lecherous smile spread across his face as he let out a strange, wicked chuckle and stepped toward her, his eyes scanning her mature, plump body with unbridled insolence. "What do you think I’m doing? Ahahaha!"