Human Kingdom, Soaring Bird City.
Soaring Bird City can't really be called a city—at best, it's just a gathering place. This is Torin Ashvale's territory, and "Soaring Bird" implies freedom to fly high like a bird, which is exactly what Torin Ashvale pursues.
At this moment, Torin Ashvale's tent is shaking, accompanied by the sound of a woman's moans emerging from inside.
Fifteen minutes later, Torin Ashvale pulls up his pants and steps out of the tent.
Outside, a burly man dressed in leather armor and two house servants stand waiting.
"Master, how did you find this newly caught batch of Blood Elves?"
The speaker is the burly man in leather armor—he's the commander of the slave-hunting group. Of course, the true master behind that group is Torin Ashvale.
"Not bad. The women of the Blood Elf race are quite beautiful, and their vaginas are so tight. It feels incredible to fuck them!"
Torin Ashvale lets out a lewd laugh, his face radiating satisfaction and a sense of conquest.
