- Ahhh.
The valley was flowing vigorously. Certainly, monsters gather near the valley. Because they have to drink water too, but they can live.
Orcs know how to use their heads, so if they run, they're likely hiding somewhere in the valley.
"Cat. You remember the old days?"
"Hmm? An old idea?"
"Yes."
"What were you thinking... Ah."
I had a fever on my face.
Claudie and I used to follow the valley once in the lake. First ever and never again outdoor play. It was like the first time that I, a civilized man, took off the teat of literacy and walked into the path of barbarism.
I can say that the experience of then made me who I am.
"What are you thinking?"
Winia, who sensed the hot air flow that Claudie exchanged with me, asked.
This is a little hard to answer.
"No big deal. In the valley when we first met Claudie... something like that happened. Let's search more than that."
"What did you and your sister do in the valley?"
"I did something a little difficult to say."
"Trouble? Did you do it outside?"
What is it?
Was Winia actually an archery, not a marble? It's a creepy thing to learn to be interested. I'm going to pull the bar out of here.
Immediately, Winia, with a dull expression, makes a Tsk Tsk Tsk.
"I'm a fucking asshole. No matter how much, it's not."
"Oh? You say such a terrible thing."
"Yes. Go away, sister. Not now."
I even threw up the donation of Claudie, who was skillfully approaching. The guard is tightening. Claudie's ears are sagging. Winia's chest defenses have increased considerably.
I approached Copson, who was looking into the valley awkwardly.
"Anyway, Copson. Let's do our vertebrae. Aren't we the experts?"
"You're right... damn it. I don't know why it feels so awkward. Let's go down in the direction of the flow."
Orcs may be in small oysters or hiding in the bushes. Even if the Orcs have good hair, that's just what they call monsters.
"But didn't you say a hundred? You know they're gathering around here?"
I spoke with Copson.
"Well, I don't know. I heard that Baron Doddens' army was slaughtered and fled, and some of them joined the pack, and some of the others are alone, right? And that's how much bigger the trail is when you get together. If they had gathered, they would have returned to their homeland. Perhaps they are small enough to be found in us."
"Well, what is it? Why do you look so smart?"
"I'm usually smart. Unlike the Barbarians. This is the difference between civilization and barbarism, hmm."
Copson's explanation seemed reasonable.
"Don't laugh, Zackia."
He also grew up in this world and has lived as an adventurer since he left his hometown. He would know better about such a rumor or about this world.
- Zec.
Other monsters appeared in the middle, but they all fled through the bushes. Claudie didn't seem to feel much different either. There are also many living creatures in the Hadassah Forest, but as Claudie, who has lived in the desert, there must be limits to receiving information by hearing.
"I'm going to take a little break."
"Draw."
I searched until about noon and went up to the right place to make a spot. Let's have a quick meal and resume the search. I took out the quantity of gunpowder that I brought after I looked around.
"Winia. Is there any magic in searching for monsters?"
I asked Winia, who was sitting in the Salposi.
"Is there anything else?"
"It's good to be here."
"These niggers are the problem. I know magic can do anything."
"No? Isn't magic normal?"
Honestly, there's got to be this.
"Yes. Our nigger is cute. Come here."
"Yep."
As I went to the side, Winia put a slice of toast in my mouth as if feeding. It's also delicious to eat. I don't want babies to feed their mothers.
- Zec!
"Huh?"
At that moment, the bush burst into flames. I immediately pulled out the knife and tried to pop out, but Claudie was one step faster. - Wedge! The flying curvature pierces the bush.
- Teschaaaaaaah!
Then a familiar scream burst out.
"Teschaa?"
And when he was come near, he went through the bush, and there was a Gremlin with a curtain on his forehead stretched out as a beam. Seeing her tears in her eyes, she felt dizzy and sick.
"It's been a long time, Gremlin."
I drew a curve and wiped the blood and brain drain and gave it to Claudie. Gremlin. A small green monster that looks familiar. It's like a reptile walking on two feet.
Somehow, the familiar provoked me in my head.
"Hmm, Gremlin. It's a common monster nearby. Killing is useless."
"Well, they're not worth it."
Winia said at the time that she was trying to get a meal by putting the body in one corner.
"Nigger, bring that."
"Hmm? You want me to bring this to Gremlin's body?"
"Don't talk."
I wanted to think of something. I grabbed both of Gremlin's ankles and took them to Winia. It is not a good sight to see the blood spilling out.
"Nigger, put this on the tree over there."
"What, what? Why are you hanging this on a tree?"
It seems that the corpse of this little monster aroused her sadness. Do you intend to decorate the surrounding area for an old-fashioned meal? Gremlin's two empty eyes seemed to stare at Winia.
"Orcs have good sense of smell. If you smell blood, you might find it yourself. I was just thinking about it."
But it was more reasonable than I thought.
I nod and join forces with Copson to place the corpse on a branch slightly above my height. As a result, green woodchucks have increased. The spilled blood seeps into the ground.
I smelled a little empty.
It was an overly smelly sight, but everyone noticed it didn't matter much. In a space that turned into such a dreamy atmosphere, we resumed eating.
It was time to do so.
"Winia. Over there."
Claudie did the jaw-dropping, and I got up quicker than I woke up- Bloop! The flame bolts of the memorized Winia were intense. At the same time, I got up and Copson ran in that direction.
- Pabat!
The flames of the vine started to burn and devour the surroundings. I saw something move in the back. The owner of a familiar scream was an oak.
- Hooray! Hooray!!
"Orc!"
- Drunkenness!!!
The Fire Orc itself, the Orc, was dancing to take out the flames that were sticking to its body. "You just showed up?" Claudie stands up with her neck turned.
I'm also a wizard.
Violent ideas instantly swallowed up.
"Copson! George!"
"I see!"
- Drunkenness!!!
Claudie and Winia's reaction rate was above normal. I drew my sword with Copson and approached the Orcs who became part of the Burning Legion.
- Homophobic!
He literally looked so fucking sick, he just seemed to appeal to his pain by dancing. A contemporary dance that seems to vomit the soul itself. Was the job a dancer? I don't know for now.
His talent or his job didn't matter.
- Drunk profit!!!
"George!"
Orcs have been casting fire punches. - Burning fluids! The swirling arm paints a clear trajectory of flame, giving way to space. Of course, it was a pointless attack that was just a pain without eyes or will.
Cast a backstep without difficulty, avoiding and walking backwards.
"Die!"
"Ow!"
What appears to be a weapon is already missing. Besides, I couldn't even imagine losing to the one who was burning.
With Copson, he narrowed the distance and timed it, while simultaneously putting a knife in his torso and thigh.
- Profit!
In an instant, an oak that became like a pirate wheel fell to the ground. The fire went out shortly after. Me and Copson fed him a knife bun about ten times on his wide back for confirmation.
-Fooooooooooo!
- Fluffy!
The spasms have finally increased.
"Dead?"
"I think so."
The smell of burning meat has been sweetened.
Bondi's skin was dull when it was green. Seeing that, Copson was mumbling about something, and now that it's racist, I'll move on.
- Shhh!
Claudie, approaching, slits her throat with a dagger and picks up her splattered head. The face of a melted oak looks desperate. This is a silver one?
"Uh-huh... Kat. If you kill all the monsters around you and hang them, the Orcs will flock. Shall we do that?"
"Sounds like a good way."
It was too simple a battle.
Well, it's no wonder the wizard grinds the buns first, and me and Copson are both chopped at the same time. It's too futile an end, but I won 1 Silver for it. I put my headache in my bag, whether I took it or not.
It's bigger than I thought.
"It's pretty easy. I think it's good to have a wizard."
"I agree."
Copson seemed to have fallen in love with a battle that was over easily.
"Once more than that..."
I searched where the Orcs were dancing.
I was definitely holding something. That's probably the moustache Orcs use. The blacksmith who sold the knife told me to pay for it if I brought it, so I should take it and make some money.
"Is this it?"
What was left was a hand axe that looked like it was made of orange rock debris. An orange rock? It's like a detached stone. I guess the Orcs' technological power.
The Stone Age?
"Barbarian. That?"
"Looks like the weapon the Orcs were carrying."
"Hmm... A crude weapon of uncharted level."
Once I showed it to Winia and Claudie.
Claudie's eyes sparked as if she was interested in being a heterosexual weapon, and Winia began to explain that it was no big deal.
"A weapon crafted by the Orcs themselves. It's called a magenta stone. It's a tool that breaks and processes these common rocks and is tied or tucked into a tree... Well, it's worth the collection."
Who the hell is Ju Hong Stone?
Seeing what I've never heard before, it seems to be a specialized mineral in the world.
Anyway, the blacksmith told me he was going to buy this and put it in the bag. An oak that wears a stripped stone... The oak burned in the fire had nothing but it.
It seemed worthless to have something similar to a fully burnt leather panty and vest, and I didn't have any income even though I wanted to take it off.
Motherfucker.
I don't think income is that good to think about.
At least 10 oaks must be captured to get the resin tarnished.
"Barbarian. What can I do? All the monsters nearby must have fled due to the commotion.. Shouldn't we start searching again?"
"So is that."
Orcs' sense of smell was good and a kilo was their only income. I thought the meal was over too. I immediately went to look for the others.
"You don't think it'll be easy to show up?"
Claudie said. Definitely it will be difficult to find the Orcs who are fleeing in such a vast area. Once a quadrilateral party, finding that number of Orcs is also a problem.
We went deeper.
Where are the Orcs that have been slaughtered? When I think of the shiny accessories they hold, I feel motivated. If you look at the weapon, it's only in the Stone Age, and you can see the silver coins.
It's the same for adventurers.
On my way, I asked Winia about the Orcs' accessories.
"Feathers or leather. And splendid. Can you imagine a glittering, fancy, silly hat made of feathers? That's a pretty good value. Well, I think I can find one Orc with that and get a decent one."
So I followed the valley, crossed the hill, and searched the other valley again.