Aiming to Be an Orc Gentleman

That was definitely a muke.

I just saw it through the small window, but it looks like there's enough people in the carriage to be stuffed with cucumbers at all.

Muke is an elf tribe living in the woods. Now that I've been expelled from my fellow countrymen, I could call it a born drawstring race that was originally born in the woods and dies in the woods. I can't imagine her coming out of herself like that, and it's coming to human territory, too.

That carriage, it's a sturdy one made of iron. It's big enough for a bunch of people to ride, and it won't break a bit or softly.

It was only for a moment, but I saw different races around the muke. If that's not a mistake, the answer is yes.

Muke was lying down. I think they probably caught me.

In the end, this axe could not be returned, but its existence is now appreciated.

Shall I have my muke returned?

After the iron cage, it's been two days.

Whether he was blunt or pretending not to have noticed, he manipulated his horse lightly without turning his consciousness to me at all.

I peered through the carriage window while the wild man was asleep, but it was still a muke.

I touched the door and it was locked from the outside, trying to stretch the hem of the clothes that got dirty and get the muke out right now that would stick to each other and warm them up as if they had been grabbed by an uncle.

I stunned the sleeper and turned him into a pair of pants and checked every corner, but there was no key to open the iron box. Perhaps a key has been sent to your destination. That's where you'll open the door for the first time. But it's probably because the slave traders are human beings.

I also thought about destroying the door, but I can't stand my teeth with Iron. I seem to have to keep following you and wait until the door opens.

That won't take much time. The mukes don't seem to be supplied with water or food at all. There's no way you're going to starve to death like this, and your destination isn't that far away. Yes, I am. But I was staring at the iron cage as I managed to indulge in the desire to jump on your man.

And then half a day later, the iron carriage split into beast paths that were worse than rough roads.

You're a native forest at the foot of the mountain. If you get in too deep, you're not going to be able to get out. But the carriage goes on without hesitation. That's crazy. Only where the carriage is going through is the tree not growing. The grass on your legs is trampled, and you're obviously operating as a path. Is Ajito connected up ahead?

Moving on for a while, the carriage stopped. It doesn't seem to be getting in very deep, but there's only enough clearance around that it's a wall of trees to barely allow a child to get through. Is it just something like a natural lattice? If this is what's happening inside, you're certainly not going to get away with it.

"Oh, no, no!

"I just paid high money. I've never seen such a swift elf before. Besides...... haha! A virgin! Still only for the first thing."

"Chip, stay away! Oh, yeah? What do you want me to do? How can you not use magic!?

"Looks like you just got here, huh? I'll tell you because you won't be able to do anything about it anyway. You know the collar you're wearing is embedded with stones that cut off magic, right? So the magic is cut off and you can't use the magic you're good at. Besides, that's not all. The Stone also has the effect of suppressing muscle strength for the Warcraft of Idiots. Come on, I gave you an answer, so I'll get this hymen."

"Hey! Yay, I'm just kidding!

If that's how it works, you certainly can't get away with Muke either. But besides, shall I help that elf?

In front of the room, which is a private room, there was a person who looked like a watchman. Armed is only a crude sword, and it's not armor-like. I've been putting them together, double-crossing them, and then I've been staring at the door to see how things are going, but that elf is pathetic no more. It's not a good idea to make a scene, so let's use a positive attack method.

"I'm sorry to entertain you, but would you like a moment?

"What? I'm busy right now! Hurry up!"

"The curator called the customers... everything seems to be mixed up in the gold coins you paid"

"What!? You think I made you grab a fake like a poor man!? I'm not kidding, you, what's your name!?

At the same time as my anger, the door opened with momentum.

After all, short air is a loss. I think so again as I crack a man's head with an axe.

When I told the elf girl staring at me to hide in this room, she nodded and dived under the bed.

I'm not focused on life and death because I'm an elf with no edge or itch, but if I survive after everything, I'll take you home with me.

Looks like no one's found me yet. It is convenient to have customers completely individually. But I can't be very relaxed. Maybe Muke will also be abused like the elves did earlier.

Kill the watch in one breath in the same way and put your ear against the door to see what's going on in the room.

"Ah, aha... that's where it feels so good!

"Ooh, is that enough to drool you?

"Fine! Fine! Ah, go, go..."

"Oops...... you still have the best feeling of this cramp"

Is it something like a know-it-all whorehouse? It would be inconceivable to set up a shop in the back of the woods, but given what the whorehouse does, you can't open it all over the city.

Imprisoned in abduction. It also focuses on the beautifully shaped elves, the human-type warcraft where humans say it is.

Looking at Warcraft as an object of lust seems to be a get-me-thing in humans. It's humans who don't want to get involved with each other in the first place. But it seems that there is a wide range of human sexuality and there is also a certain demand for this whorehouse.

You don't seem to have anything to gain in this room. As far as I'm concerned, you don't seem to dislike it, so let's go next.

"Hih, no, no, no! Stop it, stop it! Don't kill me."

"So can you tell me where the new kidnapper is today?

"And I don't know! I'm on the bottom end...... Aaaah! Fingers, my fingers. Mmm."

"I don't want to be too miserable, but how many more fingers will fly until you talk properly? Oh, would you tell me if I cut off all my fingers and stuffed them in my mouth?"

"Hi-ha-ha, okay, I'll talk to you, don't kill me because I'll talk to you. Yikes!

"Please be quiet."

After interrogating a man pulling a shackled Wearfok woman, all the people who have been abducted seem to be in a dungeon.

There were about half a man's fingers flying when they taught me exactly how to get to the dungeon, the keys, but I would pass out without killing them as promised and hurry ahead.

As the man said, the stairs to the basement are closed with iron doors. You have a heavy-duty watch on top. In an instant without being noticed, it's a little difficult. Nevertheless, I don't have much leisure time to relax, so shall I force myself to break through?

"Who is it! So, Oak!?

"How did you get here!?

The two surprisingly sword-drawn watchmen danced together. It's also difficult to prevent them from being attacked from left to right by narrow passages. Anything if you can successfully pull one of them apart......

"Ruh!

I wonder how trained you are. Collaboration is splendid and there are not many gaps. Conversely, if you can get weird and upset one of them, the collaboration will easily collapse. He threw an axe of his hand at one person and I approached the other.

"Become small."

He made it look like he was going to storm the one who played the axe on his ass and to the other who could wait, shifting direction as far as the sword could reach and tearing the axe at the one who played it.

"Fugi."

The man crushed by the wall and me fell as-is and stopped moving. Looking back, he picks up the sword at the same time, prevents the slaughter with a piece of paper and kicks another man in the ass.

I finally took a breather, snapping my neck before the guy who hit me in the back once in a while couldn't move.

I've finally come to the point where I can meet Muke, but the limits of my health have come. I've been walking through it for days now and haven't slept much. It is no longer a miracle that you have moved so far. I push the iron door as I manage to endure more and more fatigue, but it doesn't open because it seems to be locked.

"There he is -!

"Is that him!? That's an oak! Why are you orcs in here...... okay, this is the only number of people, we can finish this up quickly and clean it up later!

Looking back, armed men stared at me as they waited in turn in the narrow hallway. You finally got together. And it's not a good time. If I could at least take another break, I could cut through it...... I was blinded by the line of guys that followed me even if I plugged it into the corner of the hallway.

"Bye, bucket of things…… ghhh"

I finally defeated the last one and lost my strength from my knees. I sat on the spot, and it seems even difficult to sit without leaning against the missing axe of the blade instead of a cane. I don't even know how many scratches there are all over my body, even my palms are bloody wet and it just makes me laugh.

If you're going to die anyway, at least since you let Muke go at the end.

Even the door in front of me is bloody wet and the floor is full of corpses and no foot stomping ground. You can't look for a key in a place like this. Nevertheless, there is nothing we can do about it.

From the folded corpse, dig up the first heavy-duty watch you killed. Sure, there were about two of them, so it's possible that either of them has the key, but they may not have either.

Taking the time to look for the keys, some of the keys were hidden inside the watch boots. I chewed on the iron door as I pulled my heavy body and locked it in the keyhole, finally opening it. I fell in at the same time as I opened it because I was leaning against the door, but it's no longer even difficult to get up. I crawled like a potato worm, rolled down the stairs and crawled again, and saw an abominable iron lattice.

"Ah...... uhh, thats it. Rut, are you………?

"I'm here to help, Muke"

"Rut!

Sticking to the iron lattice, Muke reached out to me, and he seemed fine. Muke keeps calling me, surprised by the similarly abducted.

"I'll open it right away..."

"Rut, rut! It's real... it's a real rut... ah, eh? Ruto, are you hurt?

Due to the lack of light sources in the basement, the muke doesn't seem to be well visible, but I just noticed it at the distance I put my face together. I didn't want to worry you too much, but you have to in order to open this iron lattice.

"Blood, full of blood...... not a huge injury! No, don't move!

"You can't open it until it's gloomy...... OK"

I plugged all the keys in and tried it out and the iron lattice finally opened. At the same time that the muke jumped at me as I opened my eyes, others came out of jail in such a way as to be afraid.

"I'm sorry, thank you for your help."

"Anyway, let's get out of here now. Oh, I have to break that collar. Excuse me."

Releasing Muke, who had solidified in surprise, for now, and pulling the collar of a wild warebearing woman who exposed her tight nudity to grandeur, Muke returned to me.

"Ha, I need to block the wound quickly......!

"Because I'll still have it for a while. I'll break your collar."

I succeeded in destroying everyone's collar while getting help from a power-proud species. The healing magic master elf thanked me and healed the wound, so for a moment the muke settled down.

All you have to do is get out of here. The private soldiers seemed to have been knocked down by me, and the building was quiet. Looks like all the people who were inside got away with it.

There was an abandoned carriage, so I got in on it, and three days later I was able to get out of human territory.

Many times I was thanked by all the people who helped me and realized that I had done what the gentleman meant.

No, it's really better to be able to help Muke than that.