After listening to Winia's explanation, Orcs were like crows living in some tribal society. Just in the sense that I like sparkling.
If you listen to this, I think it's a cute monster, but I also like colorful feathers at the same time. And it's all over the body with light-reflecting objects.
The Orc tribe always follows the strongest Orcs, although the head is strong enough. And the stronger the oak, the more flashy and glamorous the accessories are, the more they display themselves.
"So if you rob an oak farm, it's worth a lot of money."
Most of all, they kill people and take their equipment and use it themselves. And of course, sometimes you get valuables, and they're stored in their appetite or used as dental care.
Monsters called Orcs are becoming more and more attractive.
"Oh. I've studied, Winia. Thank you."
Copson admired the explanation and thanked him. There is nothing as valuable as the information you hear from senior adventurers. Copson burst into laughter as he walked.
"Do you think there are strong Orcs in your hangover?"
"If that criterion of strength were you, there wouldn't be."
It was when I went up the hill to look around while chatting. The first climber, Copson, looks down the hill and stops and quickly lowers his body.
Did you find anything?
I lowered my back and approached Copson.
"Barbarian. That's amazing. Look down there."
"... that's fucking awesome."
The bottom of the hill was like a cliff. Beneath it, the fire-eating oaks gather and sit down and bake something.
The total number of Orcs is five.
As Winia explains, an oak in a feathered hat sits on a stone, three oaks on the ground, and the smallest of the pack, the Orc, cuts off the corpse of a beast.
"Look, they're eating."
"I know that when I look at it. More than that... those bastards have knives, right? It's man-made."
"I think so."
Two feathered oaks and two other oaks. A total of three oaks were carrying iron swords that appeared to be made by a human blacksmith. Did you kill and take someone who was unhappy... once you came down from the hill.
"Winia, Claudie. There's five oaks down there. One of them is wearing a feather hat. The weapon was carrying a knife to make sure it was taken after killing people."
"Then the son of a bitch in the hat must be the captain. Down there? Let's turn around."
I needed to go back down. The smoke is now blooming. I used it as a benchmark to find a way.
"Cat. The captain is mine."
Claudie said that no matter what the curvature is drawn. He seemed to want to kill the strongest Orc himself. Then let's leave the captain to Claudie, and let's take care of the rest.
"Then, if you fight the boss, you have four left. I'll grill the two of them. You want to be a nigger and a nigger friend? I think he'll be a nigger. What about his nigger friend?"
"I don't think that's... going to work."
Copson said confidently.
First of all, I don't think it's a diagonal wave, but I think it would be a surprise for me and Copson to squeeze one cub at speed and squeeze the remaining one.
You shouldn't ignore him.
Copson was my friend, my best friend, and the only bastard in the world who could trust me and leave my back. I know it in a duel with Bulbourg. Power will be overwhelmed by the Orcs, but fighting is not by force alone.
Considering the crude times of socialism on the waterways is enough.
- Zec.
We hid ourselves behind a tree.
I can see the Orcs ripping the meat delightfully while it's ripe. The smell burns all the way up here... Now you're going to have to burn your own life, but it looks like it's burning.
Originally, hell is the way to come at the most enjoyable moments.
When a happy feeling of comfort is torn out like a shaking in an instant, it is caught up in horror and dreadful thoughts like vomiting the gut. Killing joyful Orcs is just about forcing these things.
"Didn't you say they're olfactory? Do you see what I'm seeing?"
"I think it's okay to lose your mind about the smell of meat."
Even though we were spying almost in front of our noses, the Orcs were just having fun ripping meat. The only monster that died was [Tentacle Hog], a rare one.
As a beast monster, he looks like a boar, but it was a gross monster that gave an unbelievable shock that his nose was split into four tentacles. Most of all, I had six fucking eyes.
"What do we do? Attack right away?"
Claudie, who shined her eyes, was in a running position. It was like a bloodthirsty vampire.
"Sister, wait. I'll take care of it."
Winia stepped forward and said,
"All right, listen up. If I grill one of the hats first, then you deal with the hats, and the nigger and the nigger friend mark the guys running this way until I memorize the order again."
Winia, who gave the order, looked around us.
There was no disagreement. He agreed to do so without a sound, and nodded.
"All right, here we go."
Winia starts chanting. At the end of the staff, an ominous stream of flames converges. A fire bolt with a short casting time.
I also energized the muscles that held the posture. I get nervous. I've never fought a real exhaust orc like this before.
However, my experience with Bulbourg has inspired confidence and courage. After all, Orcs are also made up of bones and flesh. Stick a knife in it and you're dead. It is inevitable. Now that we have done good, we will surely win.
- Angry!
"Sister!"
The sphere of fire shoots, and Winia calls out to Ankalji Claudie. - Pabat! Claudie, who excels like a wolf, raises the curvature.
- Bummer!
The fireball hits the oaks that are having a good meal.
Happy dining hours are like the entrance to hell, where you send your best friends to the other side of the Naraka in an instant.
-Yikes!!!!
The oak, which sat still, rolls to the ground in flames.
The rest of the Orcs, who have learned of the raid, stand up with their barracks removed. - Chae 'an! Claudie and the captain oak were killed at that time. And the two warriors began to share their swords.
"Copson!"
"I see!"
I advanced with Copson. The other three Orcs seemed hesitant whether to join their masters or stop the coming of us.
Then...
"-Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi!!!!"
A roaring Blacksmith Orc bounces Claudie.
That.
That son of a bitch dared Claudie-!!!!
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
At this moment, I roared louder than the lords of the Orcs! "Bar, barbarian!" A panicked Copson came after me. Claudie, who landed lightly, appeared to run back to the captain.
Didn't you get hurt?
Whatever happens, we must stop the other Orcs from joining the Captain! The oaks who burned the speculation rush to me to see if that will has been fulfilled.
- Bad luck!!!
- Drunkenness!
- Stinky!
"These fucklums!!"
The Orcs, who only came to the stable with their weapons, seemed to possess an intellect unlike other monsters. A high-viscosity spit that soaks and fritters the molars. Running belly. Blowing dirt... The one in front!
- Chae Yeon!
The attack was faster than I thought. Richie also made me longer. The swordsmanship I have learned so far quickly draws down the blade with its own essence.
"Profitability!"
But it got stuck.
My slash is broken due to superior strength, though I just lifted a knife, not a technical defense.
"... cheeky bird!"
Retrieve the handle of the knife bounced upward. Can't you do it with your strength? Two more came running to both sides. Of course, it was impossible to deal at the same time, so I swung the knife horizontally and spread out the distance.
The Copson who followed stood by me and took his place.
"Babarian! I will help!"
"Whoo-hoo-hoo!!!"
Copson put out a knife, and I stopped the nearest one. - Bloop! The lump of fire that flew from the back hit the head of the farthest oak.
- Drunk profit!!!
An oak with a burning face should not become a Ghost Rider itself, but begin to sprint the earth. It was an unrealistic sight to see Thomas' friends, a reckless institutional train.
He just disappeared from our sights.
Are you crazy or something?
"Copson! You mark the little one!"
"I see!"
A small oak was a sphere similar to Copson. Of course, if the weights are the same, the power is the same. Believing in his experience and skill, I entrusted him with a small Orc opponent.
"Ooooo!!!"
A screaming Copson rushes towards the small oak. The system was not captured, but a spicy screening was poured on the small oak.
- Drunkenness...!
My opponent was a tall oak like me. No, I'm a little bigger. It evoked inner courage. You can't lose to a dwarf!
"I am your opponent!"
- Pa!
The oak raises the knife and pierces it with its spacing. - Stinky! A panicked oak twists his body wide and strikes my sword. If we get rid of it, we'll be able to stop it. But!
"Asshole!"
The Orc was just a dumb monster, and I was the master of the ultimate swordsmanship! Even if you give me strength in that clumsy pose, I can't bounce the knife!
I believed, and I empowered my sword.
- Wedge!
- Puck!
"This cocksucker stopped me...!"
My blade, which was clear that I was aiming for the branch, touched his shoulder and passed. Blood splattered from the wounded skin. The attack worked, but it wasn't intended. The oak bounces my sword in a clumsy posture.
An overwhelming power train covered the technological differences!
"Yikes!!!!"
An eager man looks at his own blood and gives up his defenses and wiggles his sword violently. If it was a human, he would have countered, but angry monsters don't care about their bodies!
"Chew-bird!"
I swung the knife a little bit to defend the screening. - Chae Yeon!
"Argh?!" At that moment, my hand rang. Strength difference is bigger than you think! I almost lost my nerve, but I stepped out of my way because it was obvious that I was going to die at that moment... I might get fucked!
"Ame!"
I put the twisted knife straight out. I have more power, but my skills are higher. Then I had to use a sword mixed with finesse to constantly cast a spell. "Suck it!" Chae Yeon! The orc's synthesis and iron sound intersected at the same time.
"Die!"
He was weaker than Vulbuza.
"You!"
Skills, impulses, and senses have all fallen, but the absolute power has overwhelmed Bulberza. With that in mind, the swinging knife falls on his shoulder like a guillotine.
Will it be eaten as an effective tare!
"You don't even have a hobby!"
"Takeaway profit!"
- The flames burst. Metal and metal intersect. The attack is blocked. But! It wasn't power I shared with him.
I'm going to divide the skill!
"Khhhhhh!!!!"
I twisted the blade. In the first place, it was a swinging knife that was expected to stop him. Then, isn't there a next number? The tip of the blade that cuts through the air cuts the oak.
- Homophobic!
It was shallow, too.
Blood splattered, but it was not evidence of a life cut. Ben's got his balls and his chin. I was hung by a protruding molar and couldn't even ring my neck. It's true. Was the molars there for that?
At that moment, the one who clasped the ground shouldered me.
"Krog!"
The impact of a landmine hit on his chest left him tripping.
This fucking thing's fucked...
"Winia!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Nigger asshole!"
- Angry!
The fireballs that flew at that time attracted the attention of the Orcs. Whether the battle was tense to its maximum or not, the Orcs swiftly avoided the flying lumps of fire. Nice! I burst into resilience just as I was about to.
But thanks to it, I was able to make time to get up.
"You son of a bitch dare to kill me!!!"
Mad rage wiggles the brain.