How the Villain Lives

2. Occupation.

To be precise, it seemed quite poor to call it a village.

A fence made from a mixture of tree branches and ice cubicles seemed right, but a house made from the same hut as the primitives lived in.

'Wait, Lark?'

Heh!

I fell flat like a frog. If it was an Orc village, it wouldn't be so chatty. He was the best he knew. You can deal with two or three Sick Orcs, but you'll die right away against the Orcs that are pouring down there. Only ten huts with roughly the same view.

Five Orcs live in each hut, but there are fifty of them. I moved to a terrain where I could observe the fall with the clasp, even if I could hear a breath. I could not fight, but I decided to get some information first. Soon, however, I could notice the peculiarities.

I didn't see a single Orc.

'What is it? Was the Orc a nocturnal species?'

It was strange that there is no moving Orc, but there is no Orc on the border. When he grabbed a stone nearby and guessed some paragraphs, Sung-hoon began to approach the paragraphs with a slight bowing. The fence, which only came from the waist, lightly jumped over and peered into the closest hut with its fingers pierced through the hole.

'Nothing?'

When someone quickly entered the hut, he saw some blankets and clutter. The intense stench that pierced my nose quickly escaped and murmured in a futile voice.

"What? Where did they all go after emptying the town?"

After confirming that nothing even existed in the two or three huts, he immediately began rubbing his hands with a grinning smile, realizing that his guess was true.

"Hahaha, so it's empty here now, right? All right, let's do some empty hairs."

Empty hairs.

It was an inevitable experience for a warrior. Of course, a real warrior does not hide an empty house or a house with people, but sweeps away everything from money to items and treasures. The first five tents around Sung-hoon did not earn much. It was just a gigantic swarm and a bunch of junk, that's all. However, when I entered the hut in the middle of the village, I realized that it was different from elsewhere.

It seemed quite important to have the appearance and table organized in its own way.

Maybe it was a hut used by the leader of the Orcs. However, I looked through the ball and found no useful items. I was able to find the smoked meat in the bowl, but I also took it because I thought it was eaten by Orcs. The same was true elsewhere.

In the first place, there was nothing in the Orcs that would make money.

If I said I was going to take it, I only had a few hides and dirty living things.

"Drunkenness, …."

As I approached the last of the two huts I left behind, I began to carefully examine the inside of the hut, bowing to the sound of an oak-specific snoring.

'Lie down. Are you asleep?'

There was something strange about sleeping.

In the middle, a painful new voice is heard, and some orcs are breathing roughly and not even laughing.

Tuck!

When he knocked on the hut a few times and made a sound, he boldly entered the hut without thinking that the orcs would rise. Nevertheless, the oaks were still lying still.

'What is it? Are they sleeping? No, I'm not sleeping. Is the disease getting worse so I can't move?'

All the orcs that have fought so far have a red rash on their skin. But the oaks here were much more symptomatic. The rash, of course, and some wounds were rotting and bursting and pus flowing. I can't open my eyes properly. I think I'm suffering very badly.

Seonghun hesitated for a moment, who drew his sword slowly. Fighting head-on and knocking it down didn't take much. If you don't kill him, he'll die. However, I was able to swing the sword at will because I slashed the irresistible opponent.

'Let's calm down. I've tried cutting this opponent. I've been through enough in the starting room.'

To be precise, Vengeance was a simple, immobile flesh. In contrast, even if it was an orchid, they were groaning and unable to feel the pain. I thought about it for a while, but in the end, Sung-hoon shook his hand and raised his sword up.

Cheer up!

A bloodline that soaks swords and floors without digging.

Even though his heart was pierced by a sword, the Orc can't even scream. He trembles a few times and stops moving.

Huff! Huff!

Killing an irresistible opponent was an unexpected mental fatigue. But if you don't, you die. At least the fact that they were Orcs, not humans, and that they were created by gods, not facts, was comforting.

The total number of oaks in the hut was six. The total number of Orcs treated with this is twenty-two. There was still one hut left.

"Bingo."

Unconscious oaks are widespread here too. The thought of being able to complete the mission at a much faster time than expected stops Seong Hoon from wielding his sword.

"… 췻, drunkenness…."

"The elder... wishes me a return..."

"Watch your perimeter."

'Crazy!

The sound of the orcs coming from outside seemed to cause the heart to pop out of the mouth. I didn't notice the rest of the Orcs approaching, who were so obsessed with killing the Orcs of Resistance.

It was a reasonable choice to move quickly so that I didn't find myself like this. However, unlike the sentiment of running away immediately, reason was asking us to take a cold look at the situation around us.

'Twenty-two of the oaks I killed, seven of the oaks here. If one more person dies, the mission is complete. If you run away without killing the Orcs here, the boundaries will become even more intense. I'd rather see a fight here.'

Once I set a simple trap in front of the door. It was a simple ankle trap that put two swords in a trap and tied a fishing line, but it's hard to think that traps are installed in their homes, so you'll be able to use your power.

'There's one. If you just catch one.'

Once I sent the immobile Orcs to the Underworld neatly, I began to pick up my breath by grasping the sword. I don't care who it is. As soon as the Orcs are trapped, I intend to swing the sword.

Meanwhile, the elder began to move to the hut in the corner, trying to walk as straight as possible. I thought of putting a simple healing spell on the men suffering from the disease.

"Oh, I think I'm very ill, too. My head is not rolling properly."

If he was in normal condition, he would have left a guard to protect the town. However, when he heard that his men had been hit by a fever and had weakened their restraint, he brought out all the oaks that could move instantly.

Of course, there would be no madness to invade Orc in broad daylight, so it wasn't that worrying. With a sigh, the chieftain tried to enter the hut full of sick people.

In fact, hunting diseased Orcs was very easy compared to actual Orcs. Even though Orc-specific physical abilities have been impaired, their olfactory abilities will not work properly.

If the elder had been in a normal state, he would have noticed the strange smell of blood emanating from the cabin. It would have been more likely to gather his men and surround the hut, but it was just a sick oak until now.

Jaw!

"Hey!"

A sword flashes right next to the fishing line as it falls bluntly. Normally, Orcs couldn't resist and would give you their necks right away. However, he was the elder of the Orcs even though he was rotten.

"Hobbies!"

"Stop?!"

In that short moment, I lifted my left arm and blocked the sword of SeongHun. Instead, his left arm was being cut off about a quarter of a century ago, but he managed to save his life anyway. Immediately, the elder rolled out of the hut and shouted aloud, without even thinking about it.

"Intruder! Human!"

"Hoyt!"

"Let's save the Elder!"

In an instant, the Orcs begin to come running with their weapons. That number must be 20 or more.

Fleeing? '

The huts where the sick oaks stayed were quite remote from the village, and the oaks that feared the disease would get worse were preferably not around. Even the nearest Orc would take a dozen seconds to get here.

I start rushing towards the elder. The elder did not succumb to pain even when one arm flew, but turned his face like a tyrant and shouted at Wand in his right hand.

"Fire Arrow!"

I've never seen magic other than shock. And I could feel the magic power of that Fire Arrow. It was also evident to Seonghun that the arrows of fire as big as his forearms were burning. If you get hit by that arrow, it will be hard to look good.

Bloop!

Although it's not a real arrow, it's starting to fly at a speed that I can't shallow.

"Volunteer steps!"