Link the Orc

- Guaaaaaaaahhh!

The chieftain of the herd shouts. If you look at the size of the shout and the size of the soul, you don't seem to be that strong. How much of a woodcock are we talking about? There are only five of us who are stronger than Woodrock.

If he's that strong, he's already beaten... hmm? What is it?

Those brothers raise their spears high. And then...

“Throw it!”

At the same time, you throw the spear at the boss' command. The spear flew upward in the sky at an angle and began to fall slowly. If it flies like that... it'll fall right on top of us. It looks like you often pitch. Good accuracy

I was a little ahead of myself, so little came to me, and mostly flew towards the brothers behind me.

I really don't get it. Orcs don't fight with their bodies, they only use lethal weapons like Humans. Caroc doesn't like that.

“Kuwoah!”

Kwazak. Kwazak.

You smash the flying spear into the maze. Heavy. Iron scaffolding. A spear made entirely of iron. The power in the spear is also quite good. Humans can't compare to flying arrows or small beads shot by Dwarves. You must be pretty powerful.

The brothers are going to take quite a toll... but they'll figure it out. If this is to be prepared before you arrive at the battlefield, you must take care of your own body as long as you have entered the battle.

The only thing I can do for my brothers here is to get to the enemy and stir him up as soon as possible.

“Kuaak! Front row! Focus your attack on the Barbarian Orcs at the forefront, as I see fit! Free-attack against the crowd behind you! ”

Barbarian Orcs? Are you talking about me?

“Throw it!”

The spear thrown by the brothers in the front row flew at me in unison.... Ridiculous.I 've never seen an Orc as handsome and handsome as me, and you call me a Barbarian Orc.

It's been a long time. Ten months.

“Rrrrghhhhhh!”

I was really pissed off.

* * *

The battle is over quite freshly. The Javelin Spear is strong, but it doesn't work on me. I pushed them all away or just got beaten up and moved on. There was an attack that penetrated my skin, but it was shallow. If you want to stop me, you're gonna have to wear at least 10 fatal wounds. Not at all likely.

I was torn to pieces by the brothers on the march in a rage, and no one could stop me. And while I was stirring, the other brothers arrived, and the brothers here were no match for us in melee combat.

“It's too bad they call them brothers. ”

“Killing them all would be fine. ”

Capkass and Mihrach have spoken. I agree with that. Now that you're on the battlefield with your weapons, I'm sure you're a warrior, but what you're doing...

“You can't kill him. We have to accept them into the pack. Gräkkar.”

North-Urd has dried up.

“I've always respected Northweald's words, but as warriors, I refuse to accept those who appear dishonorable. Working in the same crowd as him. I'm annoyed just thinking about it. ”

Capcas speaks in a strong tone with an okay personality. I understand enough. I don't want to accept those kind of people. Look at that limp face. I didn't die fighting. I can't believe I surrendered like that.

Are the Orcs of this land different from ours? This is not the Orc I know.

That's not all. Capcas wouldn't be so excited if he'd just gotten caught in a fight. I ran to the castle because I wanted to be disadvantaged while fighting. And they started fighting with the Wall as a shield, like that low wall that neither I nor Capcas nor Mihrach have.

I jumped right over the wall. At that time, he killed the one who appeared to be the leader. I killed him late because he was the last one on the headline. If I had been in front of the leader, I would have killed him at the start of the battle.

Then something incredible happened to my eyes. Escaping the battle for the first time is part of the fight against the Wall. Orcs running away saying the warlords are dead...

With about 500 more to go, they start to run. After catching up and hitting them, 400 drop their weapons and surrender.

A warrior dropping his weapon. I was so stupid that I stood there, and then I came back into the village and gathered together like that.

“You still have to accept it. Brothers. They are our brothers. ”

“Those are not my brothers! ”

Mihrach reacts strongly.

“Caroc will no longer be watching over those dishonored people when they enter the crowd. Never accept it. ”

“Mihrach is right. Caroc's eyes will leave. ”

Mihrach speaks, and Capkass strongly agrees. They're not the only two. The other brothers also strongly agreed. I don't want to be with those people.

The voice of the brothers, who said they would never accept it, caused a commotion. And the 500 brothers who surrendered to watch the commotion... or even called them brothers. Let's just call them Orcs. The faces of 500 Orcs have gone dark.

The more I look at it, the more disappointed I am. Is there really a strong Northweald among them?

“Remember our purpose. We came here in the first place to stop the brothers from killing each other and to teach them the true lives of Orcs. ”

Did you? Khh. It seems there was a purpose to this. I spoke with Northweald a year ago before I decided to leave here.

“I'm just here for Gräkkar. ”

“Me, too."

“Me, too. Red Orcs are chosen by Caroc. I followed him because I thought Carroc would watch whenever I joined him. ”

“I don't care what other Orcs live for. ”

I'm too good to be true, but other brothers won't remember it. No, there's hardly ever been a brother who thought that at first.

“...... ”

North-Urd has said nothing. And then he saw me.

“Yes. Other brothers may be so, brother. That's what brothers are for. ”

“...... ”

The main purpose is to come to us because we have strength... but it's also one thing to stop brothers from fighting each other. I was silent for a moment and then opened my mouth.

“They were wrong. You've never seen a brother attack with a weapon without hesitation. ”

Orcs should never let that happen to other races. All Orcs are family. Everyone is brothers and sisters.

“That's why we have to accept it more. That's all the brothers who live here. And the number of brothers who live here will be at least millions. Will you abandon them all? ”

North-Urd hurls his horse. I think you misunderstood me.

“You're mistaken. I didn't mean to throw it away. ”

“Then…”

“I was born and taught to live by a great female for two years. Maybe they didn't. So I will teach them the true lives of Orcs. ”

“Yes! Good thinking! ”

I must have said something Northweald would like. I like it loud and not like him.

Other brothers' reactions changed as well.

“If that's what Graccar decides...”

“If your brother has decided to accept it, so be it. ”

“I will follow Gräkkar's decision. ”

“I don't know what you've decided, but I will. ”

“I don't know what it is, but I agree. ”

Even though I hated him so much, I chose to follow him without saying anything. Thank you, brothers.

* * *

The neighborhoods where we used to live are simple in structure, so only females, areas where children live, areas with food tents, and nothing else is defined. You can use the tent for what you want to use.

However, it was made of stone and mud, not a tent, and the shape and size were all different.

That's why he asked the biggest brother of the new brothers to explain what happened.

“That's a slave camp. ”

“A slave camp? Are they holding a human being? ”

As expected, the brothers here are strange. Slavery. I know what slavery is, but it's no use to us.

We don't have slaves, but sometimes we do what we can't, and sometimes we release them in return. Any of these weirdo brothers out there, they could go ahead and hold a human being and keep him working...

“What? Why are there brothers and sisters? ”

Dozens of brothers and sisters were in a deep pit. If my night vision wasn't bright because it was so deep, I wouldn't be able to see them properly. Why are they in there? Avoiding sunlight?

“What else is that iron on your nose? ”

If it was just one or two noses, he would have thought it was a brother and sister who were uniquely groomed. However, all the brothers and sisters had thick chains around their noses.

“They are slaves, and the chains are for the convenience of slavery. It's called slebbing.”

“..... Are you saying you enslaved your brothers and sisters? ”

“These are the men we captured in battle. Of course it should be used as a slave... Kuh. Cough.”

He is no longer a brother who speaks in his own way. I grabbed the damn thing by the neck and lifted it.

“An Orc enslaves an Orc. What the hell are you doing? ”

This can't be happening. To use brothers and sisters who fight together, eat together, and die together as slaves. Maybe that's something we should never do as a species.

“Be patient, Gräkkar. Every Orc who lives here has that lifestyle, according to the memory he inherited from his predecessor. ”

“Are all the Orcs living here? How could an Orc do that? Orcs are honorable warriors from birth. The honorable warrior cares for all brothers and sisters as much as he does. ”

All Orcs are equal. Chieftains, great warriors, Orcs, craftsmen, females, children. No matter where you are, you can act on your own terms and you cannot force anything to happen. It's the same for me, being chief.

Even if I say so, brothers and sisters can refuse and I cannot force them.

“Yes, it's the right thing to do. Gräkkar. Release your anger and let go of his hand. That brother is going to die. ”

“Glug... glug. ”

The bastard who was strangled was about to die. What an idiot. If I get my neck caught, I can't believe I'm waiting to die with my foot in my face or my waist axe out and cut off my arm or whatever it takes.

I let him go.

“Cough. Cough. Cough. ”

That son of a bitch is not worth killing.

“Look at their eyes. Gräkkar.”

North-Urd points to the brothers and sisters in the dungeons.

“It is the eyes that take for granted that they are enslaved. ”

Am I right? I don't know if that's the case with the Norse Urds, to be honest.

“They took being slaves for granted because they had lost. If he had won, he would have become a slave if he had just been strangled by his brother. ”

“That's wrong. ”

It's not just wrong. This is very, very wrong.

“Yes. Wrong. That's why my brother and I came down here. To fix them. There are many things wrong here. Brother kills brother, enslaves brother and sister. And if I remember correctly, there is a rank here. The strong have everything, and the weak have what remains. ”

“How... how could you be so twisted? A true Orc would never do that. These don't look like Orcs. ”

“So we have to fix it. We need to teach the brothers and sisters who live the wrong life the true lives of Orcs. ”

“What do I do? I thought the brothers and sisters who live here were millions. How do you teach them everything? ”

There are too many of them. I can't kill them and explain the lives of Orcs. He won't take it easy.

“Power. Show me strength. ”

“Power?”

“Show me your strength. Gräkkar, I told you. The strong have everything. Gräkkar. You will be the strongest man in the region. Be the strongest and take everything. And tell the other brothers and sisters to live the life of a true Orc. You can do that.”

You want me to be strong?

“I'm already strong. ”

“Of course. You're strong. Gräkkar.”

“But when I just met my brothers here, I saw my strength, and I didn't back down. ”

“I did. The brothers here have different ways of accepting strength. Even if you don't like it, you have to show them the power in the local way. ”

It's the local way.

“What is the way of the region? ”

“War. The power of the herd in this region is like the power of a leader. Even if the individual's strength is weak, the group's strength is strong. ”

“What nonsense is that? You have to be strong yourself.How can you think of other brothers' strength as your own? ”

“That's right. This is also wrong. So, brother, be strong in this way, raise the herd and fix it. ”

So... so much has gone wrong.

“Strength of the herd... specifically, what to do. ”

“Simple. Fight other brothers and conquer them. Then you will follow your brother. ”

Conquest. Conquest... What a strange word. It meant taking a place and settling in. Orc life has no concept of owning something. If you share it, if you don't, you don't.

“Occupying... I honestly don't know. I've never done this before in my life. But if it's a fight, I'm confident. A group fight? The brothers who followed me are strong. If only there were such abbreviations.”

I still point to the bastard with his neck grimaced.

“No one can stop us. I'll leave the conquest to the brothers. ”

“I'll do my best to help. ”

The things that go wrong here...

I'm gonna have to destroy it all.

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