Green Skin

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The look on his face when he heard my voice was very embarrassing. Of course I have to. It must be embarrassing for an Orc to be able to speak Human words.

“You… you? ”

I rushed right at him. There's only one reason to say human words to him. Because I didn't want to let him live. He will die here without fail. Clearly stronger than me. However, even though his body is currently a disgrace, it is not an exaggeration.

I wonder if he was the Summoner who was hailed as the Knight of Justice. Immediately, he grabbed the sword and ran away, and he turned around and ran away. You run to where your weapon is.

The look of him holding the edge of his clothes with one hand, with his pants halfway down, couldn't be so ugly. Thanks to you, I'm furious. Just as he once admired the sword, he was also a target of respect. Whatever the circumstances, I am angry at the pretentious appearance of them.

I gripped the Great Sword. His armor started pulling back his sword like a black sphere, not wanting to drag him into a difficult fight that could lead to the 'spear’ in the first place.

Strengthens muscles throughout the body and continuously injects magical power. By the time I felt the magical hold on my arm was approaching its limit, I grabbed the handle of the dagger like a javelin and threw it toward the direction it was moving.

You do not hear the sound of the air ripping out, but nonetheless, the great sword, which began to fly at an enormous rate, was falling down on him in a straight line.

“Fuck... fuck you! ”

A voice of panic. Screams pop out of his mouth if you didn't expect to throw such a huge sword.

“Ahhhh!”

The goal is to pierce the torso through the front. But I stopped trying to avoid him as much as I could through his flank.

It's not a complete success, but the effort was not in vain. There is damage.

“Glug-ug."

My eyes are turning red without me knowing it.

“Dammit... Dammit... Zinc's room... I'm sorry about what I just did. Let's start with this… treatment…”

A man holding himself by the spear with one hand, blocking the blood from his side. She speaks to White Zinc, but she cannot chant the spell for the window of justice. Rather, I keep my mouth shut.

He looked like a white zinc, making a slight grimace to see if the child was burning.

“If you stand still, you will both die. This is not the time for self-esteem. ”

You can talk all you want, but whoever hears it, it's bullshit. I could also hear the laughter. He opened his mouth relentlessly, but White Zinc was naturally unresponsive. I snorted at him. Seeing me coming in with an ancient flame, he was screaming with an urgent face.

“Dammit... aren't you going to fix it right now? ”

Just like before, nature emerged. Extreme situations change people, but they're completely different from the ones I used to know.

It's a short time, but we'll double-check his condition and his weapons. The wound on the flank is blunt enough to be fatal, but it certainly sustains damage to him. The good news is he's not properly armed. The armor, called the Pride of the Knights of Justice, was lying on the ground, wondering if there was no time to put it on.

The window holding it also looks good. I don't know if there were any other add-ons, but it certainly looked different from the window he used before. It's a bit different from the Northern Queen's spear. But that doesn't change the fact that he's using a spear.

A battle with the Queen of the North that has been in my mind forever. A good chance to try it out.

I took the dagger out of my arms again and threw it at him. A dagger flies at him in an instant, but it bounces off the dagger with its spear.

“Damn it!”

Eventually, he realized that he had to confront me without the help of white zinc. The figure of him running this way, trying to avoid the wound on his side, was clearly strong.

If the Queen of the North's spear is sharp, light and transformative, her spear is heavy.

The special job of a knight fits well.

“It would have been better if you were wearing armor... wouldn't it? Glug-ug-ub."

“Fuck... a talking orc."

Anxious eyes. But they don't avoid my sword. The Ancient Flame is clogged in his spear, but the flame that is spreading out gradually is dangerous enough. Nevertheless, he does not budge. For example, this is his style. You may have noticed some of these levels, but it doesn't really matter.

Of course, it is important that it is a basic spec in fighting. Presence of unique abilities, imagination of abilities, physical specs, occupation. Everything is important, but I've learned from the previous fight.

Spirits

The momentum is as important as what we just described. It's not just about who pushes and who pushes. Fighting stance is also clearly important in battle.

It's hard to emit a lot of heat because of forest worm fluid, but even with the temperature rising, it's a very stressful workplace. Even more so if you don't drink water.

From his point of view, we need to end this fight quickly. I was piercing the spear with my glabellar exactly when it was urgent.

‘I can see it. ’

Looks clear. Not fast enough. Visibility shows that you are losing strength. But in my head, I was telling you to avoid that attack without stopping it. Empowered. I turned my head away from his spear.

He started following me around. Normally, a sword fight with a spear would be the answer, trying to narrow the distance from the sword, but he won't. He also knows that we have to finish it quickly. I'm not worried about bleeding or loss of health. Every time I took his spear, I started a "deliberate" fire. A raging flame continues to erupt. Even to the walls and ceilings.

I continue to press him as I draw my magic into the sword. Movement that has changed too dramatically. I had no choice but to see him and realize one thing. This is because I saw the face of a man who was strangely relieved when I put the flame back in.

“You.”

“.....? ”

“You're worried...”

“What--what? ”

“I'm afraid this cave will collapse. I'm worried about being buried again. Glug-ug-ub."

I smiled, my fangs pointed out at him. The face of the stiffer one. Perfectly correct. What he was objecting to was the collapse of the oyster again, not a large flame, not an Orc that speaks human language, or a heat that causes dehydration.

“Funny... Funny... Glug-ug-ug”

“........... ”

I continued to set fire to the one who could see me. Again, he starts running with his spear. Companion suicide with a crazy Orc is a place I would never want to be. A situation where the mind is forced to rush.

“Crazy Orc! ”

The power of the spear that protrudes. It wasn't drawn to me like the Queen of the North, but it was coming at me accurately, quickly and heavily.

‘Misses.’

I miss it. Though it's in my head, I've thought about it for tens of thousands of times. Slip the spear with the sword. It's easy to say, but it's certainly difficult to stop an attack with that kind of power. The timing is just one moment.

Catch the Ancient Flame. Never look away, but look straight at the window.

The moment the spear got close to my body, I was able to incline the ancient flames and undoubtedly launch his attack.

“Khh.”

Nevertheless, the heavy impact of rising into the body. It's a shock that makes your hands tremble. But I did it. I spilled it.

“Aaahhhh!”

I ran this way screaming an unidentified battle, but I was draining his spear over and over again. The one who's attacking is stepping back more and more. On the contrary, I've been continuing to face his attacks as I move forward.

The sparks, heat and heat are rising.

My body is getting warmer. The excitement of battle keeps you warm. You push your magic back into the Ancient Flame and your whole body catches fire in no time.

Heat that fills the pupils. It's amazing the ground hasn't collapsed yet. Seeing me like that, he was clearly staring in horror. He opened his mouth to me as if he was afraid to die in a place like this.

“You... son of a bitch... who are you? ”

A sudden burst of questions. I'm not asking for my name or nickname. I don't know if I should say Orc or Greenskin, but I started staring at the white zinc, avoiding his eyes. White Zinc is staring at this side even in the heat.

The identity is actually simple. A lucky human returning to Greenskin. However, after checking the white zinc staring at me dazed, I started to open my mouth a little playfully.

“Savior.”

“You... son of a bitch! ”

Does he think he's making fun of himself or does he light his eyes and run? I've also put my magic into the Ancient Flame to its limit. The blazing flames are very friendly. His eyes are in a hurry. The eye of the one who wants to live.

Obviously, his desire was contained within the window.

But it's light.His spear must be heavy. It's useless.

‘Break it down.’

This guy can definitely pull through.

“Boom!”

Smash the ground with your feet. Load the sword with weight.

His eyes shake once more. It's because even the earth's vibration is annoying. Lift up the ancient flame with both hands and pull it out from behind your head. His spear pierces right through the trunk here. The window was clearly glowing, whether it was his ability or not.

Circumstances that are uncertain as to what they are capable of. But I don't avoid it.

‘Break it down.’

A sword filled with a huge flame.

A sword slashed into his spear.

“Quadruck” “Quasique! ”

An ancient flame grabs his spear and swallows it. With a heavy ringing of ears, the hand he holds slips through the spear. I can feel a big hole in my body. Maybe the ability to penetrate. The damage was done separately from what I broke his spear. Impact of collapse. Hold your teeth. Never let go of the sword. Keep an eye on him.

However, his gaze was on the missing spear.

I smile. Eyes that aren't looking at me. His gaze was fixed on the window and he was half sure of victory.

He was definitely stronger than me. Losing a lot of stamina may be a reason, or it may be why you were not fully equipped. Or the wound on the flank that was initially inflicted may also be the reason he was defeated.

But he didn't get a good look at the real enemy.

“Coward. ”

I swing an ancient flame at him.

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