From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

“Ventacru, Sirabus! ”

Revenge is forever.

The old word for that, now only a few words remain.

The seated Orc extends his arm to the side.

A Goblin grabs a chunky bronze cup in his hand.

The dark red liquid glows. A few drops popped out of the glass.

The liquid literally fell to the floor and the dusty stone floor quickly absorbed the liquid.

The Orc on the seat, the Butcher, pulls the cup and pours it into his mouth.

The throat irritating liquid warms the intestines past the throat.

I don't know anything else, but I didn't want to kill the alcoholic.

Orcs don't know how to make liquor, so if you kill all humans, you won't be able to taste anything like this.

“They're killing me! ”

An excited servant shouts.

“Ventacru, Sirabus! ”

The other one speaks like a parrot with vengeance in his mouth.

Five Orcs with dark green skin chattered in front of them.

The Butcher has had his fill.

Beyond the so-called liquor of man, it was‘ Death's Laborer ’which could kill a man in one drink.

“Hol-on!”

Boom!

The man who cries out and rolls his feet in frenzy shatters the floor.

There was a man who hit the liquor with a weapon.

And when the column collapses, this one collapses.

“S-only.”

The Butcher stops speaking and lowers the bronze cup.

I threw a thick, curly, dried cup on the floor, and it snapped and stuck.

The Orc king looked around the left.

Behind the five Orcs is another fever of Orcs, and after that another fifty Orcs.

I didn't care about losing the battle.

The Butcher knows how absurd it is to win every battle.

The man who taught him everything spoke dozens of times.

Don't get excited.

Look at the opponent.

Don't underestimate Humans.

Orcs are a people who share a share in 15 years after being born.

For most of the 15 years, they were called Battle Factions to spend their time fighting.

They don't farm.

They do not rule.

He does not reign.

Instead, I plundered and bit and fought.

The Butcher was already defeated by an adult Orc when he was five years old and became the owner of a huge wolf.

His wolf, called "the four fangs," was the king of these beasts.

Ten years after being born, the Butcher meets the Human.

And I fought, and I got a deep scar on my eyeball. It was a wound I would have lost an eye if I'd been hit a little wrong.

Then he killed fifty-five humans.

Among them are four so-called warriors.

Twelve years later, the Butcher met a wanderer walking around in a cape.

His name was Blind.

He had no eyes. Instead, there was wisdom.

“I can't fight because I can't see. I can hear you and judge you. ”

The butcher, who became the chieftain of a small village, stood by him.

The cause was for minimal defense.

It was a minimal social group to raise children. That precinct was all he controlled.

That was 10 years ago.

The Butcher knew the characteristics of his brothers, sisters, and parents.

Orcs fight Humans, Trolls, and Goblins.

Giants fight, not to mention the neighborhoods.

What's the matter with you?

“Hol-on! I'm fighting because I have enemies in front of me! That's the Orc Warrior! ”

The third ranking warrior shouts to himself.

I punched him in the face with the axe, and his face turned dark.

I thought I should slaughter him, seeing the slobbering blood coming out of his nose.

Orcs don't clump.

“You can have enemies outside. ”

Teacher, the blind said.

“That can't be easy. ”

The Butcher was different from the other Orcs. There was ambition.

He wanted to put the whole continent at his feet.

“We can stretch it out a little bit. I left a Goblin downstairs and killed a Giant and covered in its blood. ”

Twenty-two years later, the Butcher could not find his enemy.

Auger? I've never seen an ogre fight with him before.

Trolls? Those who are scared and run into the butcher face to face.

Goblins and giants were the same.

Orcs have no king. because it does not reign.

Orcs need a hero who has never existed before a king can be born.

The Butcher said so.

Stronger than anyone and wiser than anyone else.

The Orc God accidentally gave the sword and the scale.That was the hero called the Butcher, and he was the king of Orcs.

Take five this year.

For 30 years, Orcs have banded together. The Butcher taught a large-scale tactic to a small Orc.

The blind man died of old age.

Instead, his blood and flesh remained with him.

The blind gave wisdom to the Butcher.

Since he became king, he has equipped Orcs with various talents independent of his abilities as warriors.

Raised and guarded. More warriors, more sickness.

Time and effort made him the true king of Orcs, Lord.

And now, the slayer rises from his seat against the defeated Orcs.

Fifty-five. The peak period as an orc is sixty.

For 40 years, they were younger than any other species, but Orcs could not control boiling blood, so they ate their own flesh and were trapped in the Eastern Continent.

Why do Orcs have to fight each other?

I didn't have to anymore.

“Don't get excited. ”

He said.

All the Orcs have eyes on him.

Five Orcs are their own personal guards.

Thereafter, the ten Orcs are the first warriors.

After that, 50 are Secondary Warriors.

Superior power, overwhelming power.

And yet, it would be foolish not to run into them at once.

“The king of the orcs has spoken. ”

Boom.

He rolls the floor and opens his mouth.

“Big feet, small hands. ”

If Humans underestimate Orc power with the troops we've sent so far...

‘All in a heartbeat. ’

I pressed down on the boiling blood and silenced the beating heart.

It was just hard getting these Orcs together from the start.

Now I have what I deserve. The people who sent you to kill the humans were exterminated.

Few Orcs survived.

Orcs who want to fight are always on the lookout for stronger enemies.

The Butcher knew all about it.

Humans killed their own kind, which means there's someone out there who can kill them.

“They're fighting. Don't hold back. ”

As soon as two words came out, the big foot in front of him shouted.

“Ventacru, Sirabus! ”

Vengeance forever!

“Up, up, up!"

Across the Eastern Continent, there were few Orcs who slaughtered humans and took their thrones.

That number was over 10,000 units.

Giants and Trolls, Ogres and Goblins.

The king of the Orcs has made his move.

* * *

“Why is this Orc Road guy suddenly showing up? ”

It was the night I returned from the meeting.

After the seasonal rain stopped, a warm breeze came.

The night breeze coming through the open window was softer than before.

It was a perfect day to go out and drink in the noblewoman's arms.

“And if it's up there, why the hell are they coming this way? ”

“Why are you asking me that? ”

“You said you knew.”

“I've been observing for two years. I didn't wipe his anus as an orc. ”

“After what you said, Edric got your mouth dirty, right? ”

No, I don't usually have a fancy accent.

I haven't had a mercenary in years. He must have a fancy accent.

“It's frustrating.”

Thorte raises his glass.

It was quite a famous drink.

The old winemaker owes his daughter, who was born late, a drink she owes when she marries.

Since he was a kid, he liked to drink, but after his daughter was born, he quit drinking and focused on his work.

He made a promise to himself.

He decided to eat the liquor buried on the ground for aging when his daughter got married.

Twenty years later, the winemaker was old and sick. Luckily, she decided to get married before he died.

But when I dug up the buried ground, I couldn't see any alcohol.

He was desperate. It was the right drink after decades.

I was dying to taste it.

He died in tears from the shock, and his name became 'Artisan's Tears.’

Well, that's what I'm saying. There are several such nicknames attached to the famous liquor in the palace.

“Have a drink.”

I took a sip of the drink he gave me.

Two vices used to move around the same way as when they came here.

I was reminded of the Weiss method I remembered when I saw Purse, the Gandhi Purse.

If it's two, shouldn't it be three?

Tempest Tower is over fifty skilled.

So if you engrave another vice technique and it gets big enough to be stimulating,

‘Your performance skills will increase at their own pace. ’

Screw you.

My heart ached. I felt like I wanted to go crazy just imagining it.

Gulp.

The king drank. A drop of orange wine flows from his mouth.

The escort stands behind him quietly, guarding him.

Actually, that escort wouldn't matter if I wanted to.

“Fuck you, Edric. ”

The king was quickly drunk. No, the booze has to be a bit harsh.

I've had a couple of drinks, but they're not usually poisonous.

When I looked at the brewery, I thought that the brewing master's ferocity might be mixed together.

“Hey, Chris. ”

You're drunk.

Then why are you in my room drinking and shit?

“Are you satisfied with your position? How the hell did those monsters in the land get to see the king? ”

Look at the pronunciation on the subject of intoxication.

What can I say?

You really want to know what I want?

A few moments later, he opens his mouth first.

“Come to me. I want to be your king. And so I will open a new path for you. ”

The last words were muttering.

A new path.

I'm sorry, I'm already walking.

Soon the king fell.

The escort grabs him and lays him quietly beside the chair.

Take him away. I'm tired.

I want to sleep with a twitching vice in my body thinking about how to use it today.

Or the idea of shredding a few real things in an eight-month note.

“How is she? ”

The escort asked about the king.

The boy?

I looked at the escort. I still knew a few things other than that she was still a killer figure.

He was younger than I thought, doubting that he was a talented man hidden in the Green Beast family.

And if you do it right, you're as good as rachel.

Well, if that's not the case, who's going to take the king's escort?

A good assassin can be a good bodyguard.

“Who?"

“A child seeking a name. ”

Strangely similar to Rachel's atmosphere.

Why do you ask?

Stubbornness? The king agreed to give it to you, but the green family doesn't really want that?

Glug.

I turned my eyes to the flowing hair. There was no hostility to her.

Ever since I became a vice knight, ever since I met my second XP, my senses have been out of the human category.

I read her a little concern.

“What's going on? ”

As I asked, she blinked at me.

Her brown eyes glowed brightly.

Now I see, it was a pretty face.

“I was just wondering how you were doing. ”

“Goodbye. The boat's brighter than ever. ”

I was reminded of the hundred-man crew Rachel trained.

Fox has become the head of an intelligence organization that is involved in the assassination.

By now, they'll have had a lot of support to regain the organization's strength.

Rachel is the one who laid the foundation and lent me her name.

In the middle of the continent, the assassin, the one they call "The Faceless Knife," was Rachel.

“You have a pretty face. ”

This was no joke.

She's actually living a better life than ever.

A green master assassin can't actually do what people do.

Some of my superiors are too busy eating kids down below without ever stepping into action.

Well, it's not like Sercado.

The actions of the nobles are similar everywhere.

The king's gaze is similar everywhere.

Sorte is not that different.

It's no different than Edric.

That's why I hate nobles.

“Thank goodness.”

She speaks. I nod.

She raised a king. I'm stronger than I look. I flashed and lifted the king.

This visit is a secret, so you don't have to call anyone, and it's actually gonna happen when you open the door.

My feet are dragged, but it's more like stunned smoke than drunk smoke, King Armmund.

“This is my brother. ”

The escort spoke and opened the door to the room.

I replied to them.

“I will be thankful for your reward in the morning. ”

The king, who was carried away by the mount, did not answer.

* * *

“That's nasty.”

“It doesn't work. ”

The word "sister" was not a lie. I just wasn't in the mood to interact.

I grew up as an assassin with a resected emotion from childhood. What do sisters care?

The head of the Green Guard family and the king's escort erased the feelings that had just appeared.

This act was easy.

“My drunken act, wasn't it plausible? ”

The king spoke up and pushed her away.

Sorte's spirits are also highly regarded in royal palaces. I didn't have to drink a few glasses of that.

“I thought I'd open my heart and pull as an ally if it worked. I'd do anything if I didn't. ”

Neither. The escort found out.

He knew he was hiding himself well.

Acting is greater than yourself.

“Let's go."

The king will not give up. Escort knew that, too.

Chris Fraunht was a man who was charming enough for a king to do this kind of dirty work.

If it wasn't for your job.

‘Tonight. ’

I might have swooped by. That's what I thought.

Of course not.

The next morning, the king was able to see the Goldsmith and Chris in front of the note.

They entered the comment without anyone knowing and came out soon.

It didn't take long.

And the family leader of the Gold Family was severely humiliated.

He squeezes his thick cheeks and stretches out his palms.

That's what happened a few years ago when we broke a big deal.

“Do you know what that mask looks like? And that's all you pick? ”

I heard the words of the Gold Family Master. The king watched the situation interestingly.

Did you bring anything great? ’

And I looked at what Chris had in his hand.

It was a piece of armor.

Nothing special. But it was armor that strangely matched the color of his spear.