Link the Orc

Strong. I can see it. Caroc's eyes show the power of Woodlock. His soul was richer than anyone I've ever seen. Dark red, close to black. The sheep of karma that accumulated proved how brave he had been on the battlefield and how many enemies he had crushed.

After Woodlock introduced himself, the void was full of silence. He was noticed by me and all the brothers in the vacant lot. I waited for a word out of his mouth. Woodlock glances around the orcs surrounding the void without a word. Slowly... I turn around slowly and glare at everyone around me once.

His gaze gradually approached me. And... my eyes met. My whole body was full of energy. There was something in his gaze that inspired me. An intense battle that would inspire me seemed to unfold just as it did when I was struck by 300 humans.

I wouldn't be the only one. I can feel the movement of the brothers around me. They're probably just like me. You want to run away right now. Woodlock's body circles back into place. And he smiled.

“Let's go, brothers. ”

“Kuooooooooo!”

Guuuuhhhh!

All the brothers and sisters of the vacant lot shouted.

Woodlock walks ahead, and all the brothers follow.

* * *

"Fantastic. Is this the chief's majesty?" ’

I was out of my mind in the open. And then I was like... yeah. Overpower. You don't think anything like you've been overwhelmed by Woodlock, but you shout with your brothers and follow Woodlock. I came to my senses half a day after I left the compound.

In fact, it's not entirely out of Woodlock's reach. I still like him and I want to follow him wherever he goes. But I got away from following him without thinking.

Kuuooooooo!

Kyahhhhhhhh!

The brothers around you are still constantly screaming, just looking at Woodlock's back. As it turns out, not many of the 1,000 brothers have escaped Woodlock's reign like me. At least it would have been a great warrior class to get away with it.

Can I be like Woodlock? ’

Suddenly, I came up with this idea. I told my father-in-law a while ago that I would confidently become the Grand Chief when I received the axe, but I want him to blow his fist before opening his mouth if I can go to me now.

I thought I was strong enough to be blessed with Caroc this time. After meeting with the great warrior Woodlock, I was convinced. I have the power of a great warrior class. Now that you're a great warrior, the next phase, the chieftain, doesn't seem too far away.

What an absurd thought. Idiot.

I don't have a choice. I feel like I'm at the top 100, not the next level. If we were a tribe that liked to make titles like humans, there would have been 2-30 titles between chieftains and Great Warriors.

After I woke up, I kept thinking. And I've come to the conclusion that I'm just a little warrior on the verge of becoming a great warrior, or a great warrior. And what I need to do is catch up to the unknown warrior walking alongside him, Woodlock, a proper fighter, rather than targeting the seemingly inconspicuous Woodlock.

Of course... then Woodlock. I realized the reality, but that doesn't mean I gave up. I just realized that the goal that looked as close as it could be right now was far away. Orcs never give up. I won't give up, either. Walk, walk, arrive and meet.

You keep an eye on Woodlock. The nearest target is Woodlock and another Great Warrior. But the real target is Woodlock. Woodlock and the other Great Warriors are going past the overkill, as well as Woodlock, to the Grand Chief, but let's think about that once we get to Woodlock. It's too long to think about it now.

Incidentally, Woodlock turns his head and looks back. Then my eyes met mine. I faced him without avoiding him. The snow fights continue for a moment, and Woodlock smiles and turns back to face again.

I feel like I lost after winning.

* * *

“Keh-huh-huh.”

Woodlock glares back at the sudden sound of laughter. Woodlock smiles joyfully.

“What's the matter? Father.”

“Kekh. You've never seen a brother before. ”

Woodlock looks back and quickly finds out who you're talking about. He had a head and a half bigger than the rest of the brothers and had a unique presence.

“Mr. Grikkar.”

“Do you know your brother? ”

“I met him the other day. Even at a young age, you have the power of a great warrior. ”

“I see. Keh. I'm excited.”

“Don't fight it again and maim it. Like I said, he's still young. ”

Woodlock is too fond of fighting. It was famous for fighting a warrior who wanted to be strong enough to fight Humans or Dwarves, but was still unfamiliar when there was no war.

He said it was an act of intimacy, but it left two great warrior Orcs crippled. Woodlock didn't want to let the young warrior, Gräkkar, go through with it.

“Warriors don't age. Woodlock.”

Woodlock speaks in a low voice, full of atmosphere. Woodlock shakes his head. It looks like you'll find Gräkkar if you get bored after the war. I will not avoid Gräkkar. It's impossible for Orcs to avoid a fight.

Unlike other Orcs, Woodlock was a mild Orc with a decent head. He thought it would be a bad idea for Grakkar to abandon him at a young age without even noticing the possibility of becoming one of the great warriors of the Orcs in the future.

‘I'm going to have to make them go somewhere else. ’

Woodlock considers what excuse he has to walk to make him go elsewhere.

* * *

It's been four days since I left the precinct. I walked constantly except for the time I slept. If there is an animal that appears to be passing by, it may hunt, but there is no way more than 1,000 Orcs can hunt for food. Currently, most of my siblings, including myself, have not eaten anything since leaving the colony.

I'm hungry. I haven't eaten in over a week, but I can't get used to hunger.

“Khh, khh, khh.”

My hunger made me nervous and my breath became rough. If anyone touches me now, I'll blow the axe right off.

Kure!

Kyaaa!

Unlike me, I could see my brothers practicing their actions everywhere. There are already more than 10 brothers who lost their lives in a useless fight.

This is a familiar sight.Dozens of battles have been fought since I've been out and about for three years. Most of the battle began with this hunger. There can't be a Human or Dwarf village near an Orc camp, so one had to walk three days nearby and more than a week away.

Hunger is masonry. To sharpen and sharpen the blades so that the warriors can achieve the best combat power in the future.

I grabbed hold of the axe. I want to cut a Human with this axe. I want to swallow a human warrior with a strong body. That thought filled my head. Brothers, too.

I moved ahead of the camp gradually since yesterday. Movement and hunger don't last forever. If there is a beginning, there is an end. The end of a move is a battle. The feeling is getting stronger. I feel the battle is not far away. I want to run ahead when the battle begins.

Boom. Boom.

I pushed the brothers and made my way forward. The brother-in-law looks fierce, but soon realizes I pushed him and turns his head silently.

Woodlock's back grows closer. At the forefront, you encounter Woodlock walking with Woodlock. He points to his right. He'll know where to go. Asking him to come next to himself is probably because he is almost at his destination. I walked a little faster.

* * *

The village of Udon, one of the towns of an Uran General in Samarrand, was recently established. Given to Samarra Baek six years ago, Wolfram Uran was quite capable of ruling, which led to the development of the Uran General. Rumor has it that settlers are gathering, and the villages are the second settlement established by settlers seven months ago.

Tragoff, the leader of the guard dispatched to the village, saw the view of the village of the outsiders on a wooden ledge. He was proud. He came here seven months ago with 500 settlers, with 100 swordsmen under Wolfram's command.

At that time, it was a mountain ridge full of weeds and thick trees. I cut down the trees and grass with the settlers, trimmed the land and built a house, and built a town that was not as perfect as it is now. I looked out of the binder. There was a vast meadow. On the grasslands, you see the settlers working on the fields and the soldiers guarding them.

We are currently supported by Sir Wolfram Uran, the ruler of the Uran Minister, but next year the village will be able to self-sustain and from that year forward we will be able to pay taxes as a proud member of the Uran General.

‘He is a great man. ’

Wolfram Uran was different from the other nobles. He was a great warrior on the battlefield and a true leader who was capable of ruling the lands.

"He will go to a higher place and be great. ’

Tragoff has little doubt that Wolfram is yet to become a superior knight, but that he will soon be promoted. Because Wolfram was that great. The chancellor is expanding and developing smoothly. Soon we will be able to mobilize our troops, and Wolfram will use those troops to build a ball on the battlefield.

"I want to be by his side when he pulls the ball..."

Tragoff's hope is to share in his glory as Wolfram roams the battlefield. That's why I did my best to build a village with a mission, and I actively used my troops to accelerate the construction of a village.

If we stabilize the villages within the next year, we'll be summoned by Sir Wolfram... what? ’

I noticed strange movement in the forest beyond the grasslands in Tragoff's eyes while looking over the grasslands. The forest... moves. It wasn't natural, it was artificial. Birds soar into the sky, and a few beasts leap out of the forest.

Orcs or dangerous beasts? “

Residents and soldiers working outside can be in danger.

“Call in the people. ”

The villages of the outskirts of the Uran General. Occasionally, Orcs and Wolves appeared. The soldiers outside should be able to cope well, but Tragoff wanted to resolve the situation without one casualty.

Phew.

A soldier who heard Tragoff's order blows his trumpet, and the settlers and soldiers who left hurriedly return to town.

Tragoff does not take his eyes off the forest. Nothing yet. And it may continue to be fine. We still have to do this. If you're not ready and something happens, you could get hurt a lot.

And soon it proved that Tragoff was right. Four Orcs came out of the forest.

“Four! Crossbows only without access! Prepare the crossbows!”

Wolfram is also good at strategy. He called it the Swordsman Squad, and he decided he couldn't defend himself by putting 10 Crossbowmen in the Swordsman Squad. His judgment was right, and the crossbowman's performance was better than anyone else for seven months in the villages.

Tragoff thought he could prevent it without harm, as he had done before. But, um...

“Oh, my God.”

Soon his thoughts were proved wrong.

Guuuhhhhhhhh!

With the enormous Orc Cry, countless Orcs came out of the forest.

“Morlan, save us...”

Tragoff prayed to Molan.