Link the Orc

[Duquesne sighs]

[Kuuuhhhhhhh!]

Biceps.

An intense shout. I can feel the enormous power within it.

Caaang!

Biceps.

And then there's the intense impact. The guy who was swarming for the second brawl wasn't just an absurd warrior who flew powerlessly.

Whenever the axe is subsequently struck, a shockwave swept through the surroundings due to massive force and force collisions. The grass is torn away and the trees are shaken. And at the same time, I caused a calm ripple deep within me.

Biceps.

The nerves around your body are tense, and ants crawl along your spine. The axe sack is sweating with all its strength. Whenever the axe hits you, you feel the pain of tearing your muscles with a strong shock.

It's been a long time. It's been so long, it's strange... but nice to see you. Nice to meet you. Nice to meet you again.

Biceps.

It feels like my heart is beating strongly, and I am also imprisoning my heart.

Tension.

Where the hell did this monster come from? I wasn't born here. It varies in skin color, appearance, clothing, the shape of the axe, etc. Could it be a Barbarian Orc? Or is there a land just like this one in the north?

Of course, it doesn't matter where you're from. The only thing that matters now is that I have a true warrior in front of me.

I'm Dukitz Droke. He is the name of the Great Droke.

My ancestor Droke is the hero who drove out all the other races from this land and created an Orc paradise. The blood of the hero was powerful. All of Droke's descendants were strong. One of the strongest of them inherits the name of the Drogue.

It was 197 years ago that I killed my father who had the name of Drogue. After that, the challenge of brothers and relatives continued for 50 years.

Droke's blood was also strong. At the time of the challenges of brothers and relatives, I had several near-death experiences.

Then one day, the challenges of brothers and relatives were cut off. I've become too strong. I became so strong that I dared not take the name of the Drogue, and my position became solid. It's been a long time since I've had a relaxing break.

But not for long. My body wanted a fierce battle.

The ground of the Drogue was no longer strong enough to fight me, so I turned my eyes to the outside. Not the men with the blood of the Drogue, but there are quite a few strong warriors. I searched paradise for them.

It was hard at first. Paradise is vast, and I had to rely on rumors to find warriors. Rumors were very inaccurate. It was mostly a false rumor when you went to say you had a strong hand. But I didn't give up, so I wandered around paradise. I've met warriors who make me nervous sometimes.

When I wandered so many decades, I was able to receive a new ability from Caroc.

- Trace of a Great Person: Above a certain level of strength.

It had the power to estimate the position of a powerful warrior and the magnitude of his power. The distance was limited, but it was quite wide, so it helped me on my journey to find the strongest.

About 100 years ago, I couldn't find a warrior in paradise that made me any more nervous. I spent more than a decade wondering if there might be a strong man who was not caught by my abilities.

I have returned to the lands of the Drogue.

‘If not, let's raise him.’ I thought. There were more powerful men who had sought the name of the Drogue than the number of strong men I had encountered while traveling the world. It must be the blood of a powerful Drogue.

So, instead of waiting for a strong man to arise from the land outside of Drogue, I liked to raise the blood of the Drogue and wait for their challenge.

After returning to the Drogue, I made a child by sowing many females. And then I went back out into the world. I traveled the world looking for strong females. Some females were too strong to ignore because they did not reach the threshold. I thought if I sprinkled Drogue's blood on a strong female, a stronger child would be born.

Strong females were mostly in high positions in their homes, but they did not mind. If you refuse, they kidnap you. If you resist, they smash you.

I repeated my work to find strong females and get pregnant while traveling the world. I also wandered until I could no longer find strong females, and returned to the land of Droke when I could no longer find strong females.

And I worked hard to give birth to children.

I am the strongest in the world. So my child will be strong. I thought the more the merrier. That way there 'll be more power.

And now.

A few days ago, I was waiting for the seeds to grow quickly and bear fruit, spreading their best seed in enormous boredom.

There were some fruits that grew moderately, but they were not ripe yet, so I had to wait until they were harvested. Suddenly, I felt a strong force. The size of the opponent's power I could feel was not accurate enough to scroll, but at a minimum, it was higher than the upper limit of the fruits I had set.

I jumped out of the car and ran here. And the strongest I met was the monster. A little monster. He's 20 years old, no matter how much you hit him. Maybe 10 years old. An Orc that young. However, he was strong enough to give and receive workshops without turning away from me.

How could he have such strength at such a young age? I couldn't have drawn a hero 1,000 years ago. So maybe I should call you a monster.

“Gurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!”

I shouted for joy.

“Kuwaaaahhhhh!”

The opposing Pokémon seems happy, too. Of course it is. He's that strong. The emptiness you must feel is the same as mine because you have no strength to deal with.

That's why I'm sadder. After this fight, I'm going to have to wait a long time again. I'm afraid of tomorrow.

* * *

When Massude told me about Duquettes, I imagined Duquettes in my own way. The imaginary Dukitz was an oak pan of a human warrior I had met before. Though I think of everyone I've ever met in my life, I projected the most powerful image I can imagine of the human warrior to Duquesne.

But when I met him in person, I was stronger than the Human Warrior.

I have become much stronger than I was before when I fought the Human Warrior. It was not in vain to fight with the brothers every day on the way to the south. He got one head bigger, several abilities developed more, and received indirect blessings from the human in his dreams.

It has become steadily stronger even after coming down south. I have never been blessed by Caroc, but I am steadily gaining weight and strength.

The Duquettes are not even a little bit pushed against the day they become so strong. At this moment, the strongest person I've ever met has been transformed from a human warrior to a dukitz.

If it had been me when I was dealing with Human Warriors, I would have had an axe stuck somewhere in my body because I couldn't hit the Duquette and Axe in front of me a few times.

Puck!

“Cough.”

Duquesne's foot kicks him in the side. Unlike the rest of the Southern powers, he knows how to fight. Use your whole body as a weapon, not just an axe.

His kick was also powerful, as Duquesne was strong enough to resist me with all sorts of abilities. The impact on the innards is enormous. I'm the only one who can't afford to lose.

Boom!

“Glug.”

You put one hand on Mirok's sack, which was tied to the Duquettes' axe, and stuck it in Duquettes' face with a swing. Due to one foot stuck in my side, Duquesne couldn't help but let me punch him.

Duquesne gives strength to the hand holding the axe, even with his head tilted back. You must be out of your mind to get punched in the face. Amazing.

Mirror, who was holding it with only one hand, grabbed Mirror again with both hands, pulling out his fist, which was rushed to push towards me. However, I couldn't reverse the momentum that I started pushing once, so I had to step back.

Once, a workshop is threatening. My instinct was to warn me that I could die by a single mistake.

I've never met such a difficult enemy. All attacks fly towards my vulnerable spot at that moment and I can't read the opponent's movement patterns. Strong physical abilities and critical to every attack.

I have attacked with everything from head to toe, not just the axe. I have a great cuff and have no fear.

I've never met him, but I'm used to him. It's like I'm... fighting myself.

Strong physical abilities and anomalous attacks are similar in appearance from one to ten. The user attacks for weaknesses, hitting a few of them, and then counteracts them in a healthy manner. I was such an annoying style.

Of course, no matter how annoying,

“Khhh...”

The pleasure is even greater.

* * *

“The strength of the dukitz... exceeds my expectations. ”

“You look strong. ”

In Northweald's words, Mihrach replies without much emotion. It should come as no surprise that the appearance of Gräkkar and the Duquesne who possess the same power to Mihrach was not surprising. Northern Orcs believe that if Caroc gives strength, they will also give you strength. Therefore, it is natural for Mihrach to be hit by Gräkkar as he has become stronger.

But to Northweald, it is remarkable. He knew exactly how powerful Graccar had become, how powerful he had become. North-Urd knows all about Graccar's skills. Graccar can read the skill description without the help of Northwearer, but if Northweald asks, he answers without hiding it.

After the last encounter with Orhi, Norse Urd was convinced that he could freely use "The Angry One's Cry" and that it had become more powerful in many ways. Stronger than any of his 1,000 years of memories.

You're strong enough to be compared to a Grikkar like that.

‘This is the peak time for Orcs. ’

The Northwearer is convinced that the best force that has not existed in 1,000 years has emerged at the same time.

"If they lead the Orcs together..."

No one will be able to stop him. The best thing to do is for Gräkkar to win and the Duquettes to be accepted, but it doesn't seem to matter if the Duquettes win. As long as they both survive.

‘But will they both survive? ’

One strike, two life-threatening attacks on each other. Can either of you survive that fierce fight? It seemed unlikely.

‘It's a good thing they're not both dead. ’

“This is a great opportunity. Duquesne is alone. We must attack together. This is a great opportunity to get rid of Duquesne. ”

‘That's a good idea. ’

The words of Massude reflect Northweald. If only one of the strongmen here can help in the battle of the two underlings, Gräkkar will win a swift victory. That way, we can capture Duquesne alive without killing him.

“Get into a warrior's fight? I can't understand the brothers around here. Intercept me. I'll die before I get anywhere near it. ”

Orhi steps out. 'Perhaps?’ Northweald's hope was lost immediately.

“His troops are the strength of the monarchy. Interference is flawless. ”

“That's stupid. Warriors fight with their own strength. A brother's power is his own strength. You're not a warrior. ”

“Don't be ridiculous. I'm a great lord. ”

Concepts of power from the north and south collided. Orhi and Massude's conversation grows rougher and they begin to emit strong energy toward each other.

“Another happy spectacle to see. ”

Capkass and Mihrach cleared the streets so that the two of them could fight well, rather than dry them out. Soon Orhi and Massude began to fight.

North-Urd shakes his head. I can't help Gräkkar by moving an unusual force like this. If you try, the warriors of the north and south will be divided into two, just as Orhi and Masud are doing now.

‘I have no choice but to watch. ’

He prayed earnestly for both Gräkkar and Duquesne to survive.

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