Orc Hero Story - Legend of Degree

Oak.

They are a belligerent race, with green skin and long fangs, and a tough flesh without poison or disease.

Of particular note about them is that they have a strong libido.

For orcs, reproduction is a biologically necessary act, as well as a daily entertainment.

They fight, eat, and offend.

For Orcs, the number of necks in their hands in battle and the number of children they let a woman have is of equal value.

He leaves many children and dies in battle.

That is the best living thing Orc wants.

Strong body resistance to reproduction.

They are equipped with no more conditions as organisms, but they actually also have one drawback.

That's something called 'basically only males can be born and bred without borrowing the bellies of other races'.

During the war, there is the fact that captivating female soldiers from enemy countries was causing them to have children until they became useless, and some species hate them like snakes.

"Hey, there he is... isn't he a 'hero'?

Bash.

The man so named was a brilliant warrior, with the power to put him out in a group called Orcs.

He rushed to the battlefield faster than anyone else, stayed on the front line longer than anyone else and defeated more enemies than anyone else.

Numerous orcs were saved by him and numerous battlefields were led to victory by his hands.

It could be said that the appearance of confronting and defeating directly from the front, no matter what mighty enemy, is exactly what embodies the oak ideal.

Praised for his accomplishments, he was given the title of 'Hero'.

Hero.

That is, hero.

Its title was an indication of the strongest of oaks and the highest honor.

Naturally, it is also the object of admiration of all oaks.

"Ku......" Hero, "that's so cool!

"Me, I've been thinking about asking you about when you defeated Blackhead..."

Bash, who earned the title of hero, had everything in his hands.

Big house.

Fine weaponry.

Unedible food.

An unusable privilege.

And respect and trust from all oaks.

Almost everything, though I think I want an oak young man.

"... oh, me, I'm just gonna go"

"You idiot! I don't know if you're drinking quietly!

"Wow, Ri no... right. You're not a good person for us to talk to."

Such a bash had troubles.

He supposedly got everything from around him, but there was actually something he hadn't gotten yet.

No, the way you say you haven't got it is strange, if you dare, that you still couldn't get rid of what you shouldn't have, should you?

Yet, like an ancient ring put on an indestructible fire….

"Sure, I hear 'hero' stories, too, huh? That's what women like!

"It's the hero woman's taste... is it a human after all?

"Silly! It's that 'hero', isn't it? Humans and elves are such cluttered women, you're tired of holding them too much during the war. He hasn't even shown up at the breeding ground lately."

"I'm tired of humans and elves...... so you don't think Dragon Newt or something? That legendary race!?

"It's possible! Heroes!

Bash was alone in the liquor store, sitting at the counter drinking fire alcohol, and still worried today.

How the hell can I throw it away?

No, I can do it as soon as I just throw it away.

In this oak country, however, the bash is very prominent.

If you throw it away, they'll always see you.

And they'll know, the fact that I've "had" it before.

As an orc hero...... no, as a single orc, I couldn't have been informed of that.

If known, at that moment, Bash's pride and pride would crumble away brittle.

The respect that had come from all the orcs would instantly turn into mockery.

My self-esteem without the bash hurts my pantyhose and I will have to live wearing a head sack from the next day... no, I can't even live anymore.

"Oh, me, I knew, I'd ask!

"Stop it, you're being too disrespectful"

"Yikes! That's not rude enough to ask who the best woman I've ever held."

Bash stood up.

He's just over two meters tall.

Though small in the oak, the wounds in its body told the story of a war, and the tight muscles were denser than anyone else on the spot.

And needless to say, there were no gaps in the waist, and there was an aura overflowing from all over the body that was hard to get close to.

He glanced at Guillaume and at the man trying to turn to himself.

……

At a glance, the man in the oak stopped.

"Shh, excuse me! This guy is a bit of a meeher, and I often tell him..."

Another one bowed his head.

Nothing but shame, such as bowing your head to the extent that the oak has been stared at.

but unless the other person is a 'hero'.

Rather, it is a disgrace not to bow your head.

"Hung."

Bash snorts one.

I walked to the exit of the tavern.

"Wow... Kakei..."

In that series of streams, the surrounding orcs leaked an exclamation.

It was overwhelming.

He was just a strong man.

Ordinary oaks are a place where young people quickly break up and start bragging if they approach them that way with a coveted eye.

What, young man, are you listening to me? Gahaha, that's good, I'll tell you. That was the time of the battle on the Arkansas Plains, when I was brave and resolute toward a large group of enemies, and then one of the enemies said, "Cannes..."

Whatever, that's good too.

In terms of oak values, bragging is also an oak warrior-like behavior.

Bragging about my accomplishments on the battlefield, what's wrong?

It is a natural right.

Or if the bugs were not in a good place, they would have hit the young man.

I'm blind, Cora! Don't you see I'm drinking quietly!

That's good too.

It is also an oak that tells young men what fierce warriors are like on the ground.

With this young man, if Bash is going to beat you up, you're going to want it.

As a memory of a lifetime, I might keep it in a crate.

But what Bash showed us was above them.

What he showed you was exactly a sign of intent to 'not deal with wood end orcs like you or anything else'.

Even so. This is what the Orc strong has to do.

This is the style of the fierce.

Heroes shouldn't be dealing with the miscellaneous fish there.

We were drinking in the same space as such a bash.

For the young people, that was enough.

So much so that Bash behaved well.

So full of breasts.

"Ku... I'm looking at that guy too"

"Barca, you've been forced to decide for the rest of your life!

"I know! But you wanted to hear about the woman I've been holding..."

Bash sighed small as he heard that voice coming from inside the tavern.

That thick back on the way home looked only small with a heart.

The stride was also slightly smaller and even looked frightened somewhere.

Yes, that's exactly what the young man is today, was directly hitting Bash's troubles.

The woman you've been holding?

The best woman I've ever held?

Even if they ask me that, I get in trouble.

Because his troubles.

Something he's got everything he hasn't thrown away yet.

That's......

"Ha, you admire it. I wonder how many women I've ever offended to get pregnant..."

(... zero)

I was a virgin.

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Bash was born in a long war.

During the war, Green Oak crawled out of the belly of a captive and offended human female.

That's him.

In his fifth year of life he was sworn, and in his tenth year he went out on the battlefield and defeated his enemies.

No matter how war-loving orcs are, the first line at the age of ten is fast.

Ten is just old enough to count as a warrior.

In fact, ten years old. Most of the oaks decorating the first formation there scatter young lives like wood ends.

but at the time, thanks to the thought of the battle doctrine of Demon King Gedigz, even a ten-year-old young orc had become proud of its survival rate.

Well, it's only "pretty".

Fortunately, Bash didn't die.

It was in the first year that he was dying many times, but in the second year he became a one-man warrior, in the third year he became a first-class warrior, in the fourth year he became one of the premier warriors, and in the fifth year he became the strongest warrior with no one in line in the oak country.

The strongest warrior.

Yes, he was a fighter.

The battlefield was always a disadvantage, but only where the bash was.

On the battlefield where he was, it rained the blood of humans, elves and dwarves, and his organs were scattered.

Whatever opponent was there, Bash fought and won.

He defeated the fierce, the swordsmen, the Shura, every man, and brought victory to the battlefield.

As soon as Bash took one victory, he headed to the next battlefield.

Battle after battle.

The tireless strongest warrior fought through day and night.

Take a break once every three days, sprinkle it with the scaly powder of a panacea fairy, and just for a few moments, sleep.

Bash had no doubt about it.

As an orc warrior, I thought I was acting natural.

Bash's fighting power was overwhelming.

There was a fear of "unusual oak" from various countries.

Those who actually fought and survived were frightened: "That is the incarnation of the god of battle, Goudagosa".

After the war, he even told the general of Humans, "If that orc had come out on the battlefield five more years early, we might have been the ones losing".

But such a bash is also an individual.

I'm only a soldier with strong arms.

Even if we could win locally, we didn't have enough power to change the big picture.

In the tenth year since Bash began the battle, Demon King Gedigz was discussed, and in the fifteenth year the war ended.

Lost the war, but Bash got the title of hero and got a lot of stuff.

The big house, the inedible food and the enviable glance from every oak present in the country, with splendid weapons in hand.

But I noticed.

No, should I say I've found out?

Normally, an orc doesn't just fight.

Normally, when the battle was over, the woman took it home and committed it.

At the end of the war, there was not a single virgin among the warriors who fought shoulder-to-shoulder.

I couldn't tell you now.

I have no experience, etc.

I am a virgin, etc.

I found out, it was too late.

If it had been during the war, the story would have been different.

I should have destroyed the enemy troops as usual, brought the remaining female soldiers even into the shade of the trees, and de-virginized them magnificently.

And practice a few times, and this is! I should have taken the woman back and let her have even one or two children.

But I can't do it now.

The Seven Race Coalition of Orcs was defeated.

The oak also responded to harmony.

We made a treaty that could be called unconditional surrender.

And there was something in that treaty called "forbidding consensual sexual activity with other races".

In other words, rape is prohibited.

It is a treaty that can be taken for granted, but it was incredible to Orc.

If they ban it, they can't reproduce it.

I guess I'll just have to perish.

but I just had to drink.

It was better than to perish now.

It's better to perish. I also raised my opinion that we should fight until we were one of the last... but Oak King screwed over.

Fortunately, other races will send "service officers" such as death row inmates and felons, eliminating the concern that they will be wiped out without being able to reproduce.

"Servicemen" are those who are connected to breeding grounds and are supposed to play orcs. They will continue to have orc children, at least while their children can be born.

So blah blah blah, Bash could always abandon his virginity.

All you have to do is go to the breeding ground and play the 'service' opponent. Easy.

The use of 'service roles' is prioritized according to merit during the war, but the wait is zero if it's a bash. You will soon be abandoned of your virginity.

But if Bash goes to the breeding ground, the others will stop by with Walla Walla.

Trying to see the ambitious and grand mating of 'Heroes'......

You can't possibly have such a fierce mating with a virgin (bash).

All he can do is mate at a level that is initially, followed, unusual and hilarious, only allowed by virginity for Orcs, and shameful.

Yes, abandoning your virginity in this oak country means you'll find out that you were a virgin.

As a bash, that had to be avoided.

I couldn't have exposed myself to such shame.

Sometimes I'm ashamed to be one man, but Bash is an oak hero.

There is always only one hero.

He's a proud, proud man.

If you find out that Orc's hero is a virgin, etc., you can be sure that the pride of an entire species called Orc will be hurt.

Being a virgin is a fact that you have to hide throughout your life.

Or so I didn't mean to be a virgin for the rest of my life.

Bash and a young oak.

The desire to push down a woman, to unleash her beast lust in her womb, and to conceive her child, was strong.

That's not all.

Strong warriors also have a duty to leave their children behind.

It was also strongly hoped by Oak King that she would soon conceive the breeding females and have children.

Yeah, but it's embarrassing to find out a virgin.

Virginity to Orc is a disgrace.

Bash is a virgin, but he still holds the oak as a hero.

I don't want to disappoint the young orcs who see themselves with envy in the tavern.

Bash, who became such an emotional plank, worried about his troubles.

Three years after the war ended, I continued to worry.

But he's 28.

Bash turned 28 this year.

Two more years, if you continue to stay virginal, you are old enough to use magic.

Yes, orcs don't have to have special training, but if you're a virgin at the age of thirty, you can use magic.

Oak Mage is a valuable force of war.

For Orc, the majority of whom are warriors, it's just precious to say they can use magic.

They are raised in isolation in a special environment separated from women, and when magic becomes available, a crest rises on their foreheads.

Those with that crest are basically revered.

Because it is a testament to my patience for thirty years and my contribution to the country.

but that's only oak mage talk.

Oak Warrior, or warrior, was told that this crest would be such a disgrace that there was no more.

"Magic warriors are the shame of orcs" is an old adage.

For Orcs, defeating female soldiers on the battlefield is synonymous with taking them home and raping them.

In other words, Orc's Magic Warrior refers to 'a warrior who has been on the battlefield for more than a decade but is weak and timid enough to never win'.

It's a disgrace.

As much as you expose yourself to such shame, I want to scatter it gloriously on the battlefield.

Whatever, two more years to that age.

Even if I keep my mouth shut, I find out that I was a virgin.

"Okay."

So he made up his mind.

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That day, when Bash woke up, he took his love sword in his hand.

A well-kept sword was given to you by the Demon General as a thank you when you rescued Demon's troops on the battlefield for the sixth year you went out on the battlefield.

It is a magical sword that is thick, sturdy, doesn't rust, doesn't cut off.

Thanks to its sturdiness, Bash was then able to keep fighting without ever losing his weapon.

Exactly my partner.

He carried a sword and wore leather armor.

Orcs are allowed to wear heavy protective equipment as their ranks rise.

The heroic bash could have worn its top metal all-body armor, but it was the light armor that I was used to wearing.

Armor and all that, if you fight all day, it breaks, so you're just wasting it on it.

I then cleaned the house briefly.

Oak is surprisingly good at cleaning.

Because on the battlefield, there are times when you need to erase your tracks.

In that case, a good warrior does not leave a single footprint.

Bash is also good at cleaning.

Nevertheless, the bash wasn't going to be cleaned that thoroughly either.

After cleaning up moderately, Bash left the house.

Bash got out of the house, looked back just once, and looked up.

Bash's house is the second-largest in Oak Country.

But this house was too big for Bash to live alone.

It would have been a place where guests would have pushed like every day and a feast would have been held to listen to Bash's martial arts traditions while serving liquor day after day, but Bash, who wanted to hide being a virgin, never allowed the feast.

Because if we are to talk about martial arts, we must also talk about women's experiences.

As Bash turned his heel back, he began to walk down the road to his destination.

"Ah, it's Mr. Bash..."

As Bash walked down the road, the Oak warriors gave way as they dyed their cheeks red.

Usually it's like, "Way? If you give in, try to kill me. Before your torso and neck go awry," said the Orc warriors.

"The 'hero' is still on today..."

"Are you going to the chief in that direction? What are you talking about?

"No way, aren't we talking about the next chief?

"Yeah - Mr. Bash is the next chief! You can do it. Magyaba, I swear my allegiance to you the most."

"Bacca, you... I'm the best you can decide, right?

Listening to such a voice, Bash reached in front of a huge building.

Made from a combination of giant bones and large trees, it's the most gigantic building in the oak.

Once inside, it is a large hall with several bonfires.

In the deepest part, several orcs were sitting on the ground and eating together.

"Mr. Bash......!

"Dad, it's Mr. Bash."

"Mr. Bash, would you like to come with us for dinner?

Those sitting on the ground welcomed the bash with their mouths.

They were the same age as bashes, but they were all raised to bashes without exception.

Some hated Bash when Bash started to be active on the battlefield, but now everyone was trying to be like Bash.

Bash is a hero to the Orcs.

"Bash, or..."

In the meantime, there were those who scorned the bash.

It is a huge oak, sitting in a luxurious chair with the deepest, only one.

An old oak with a white beard, but nearly twice the size of a bash, with an iron gavel on the side as tall as it was.

His name is Nemesis.

Oak King Nemesis.

Its character is rigid and barbaric.

He was an orc in the orc that continued to fight on the front line until the end of the war, he was also admired by his father from all the orcs, and he was the king of the orcs.

Bash also had a vow of respect and loyalty for him.

"What have you come to do?

Nemesis' gaze was very strong.

If it's a normal oak, it's strong enough to blow bubbles and faint.

……

But the bash doesn't work.

It only brings a flame of determination to the eyes and pays back the nemesis.

In the flames, Nemesis laughed.

"Sons, take your seats off for a moment."

Then he lowered his sons, who were eating around him, to a separate room.

The sons took their seats without complaining when they held their food in their hands.

A conversation between a king and a hero.

I can't wait to hear it, but they also fought through the war again Oak warriors. It is the warrior's code to obey if it is an order.

He went straight out of the house, even as he seemed to regret it.

……

After we were alone, Bash sat in the front of the nemesis.

There are a few leftover eating dishes in between, but neither will get their hands on them.

……

……

For a while, they stared at each other in silence.

The silence lasted so long that it didn't seem like an oak that liked to speak out loud and scattered.

But it didn't last forever.

Nemesis opened his mouth as the bonfire made a sound of bacilli.

"That eye, you seem determined already."

"Yes, I..."

"Don't tell everyone, I know"

Nemesis blocked as Bash tried to speak of his determination.

"As much as you barely have your face on the breeding ground, it's in your ear..."

Nemesis said as he sent his sharp gaze to Bash.

"I guess I'll go find my wife."

Oak society is an orgy society.

It is common to share one woman in large numbers and have many children.

But in order to leave some excellent blood, warriors who merit in the war are given the right to marry their wives.

A wife, that is, a woman dedicated to herself.

A being who takes care of himself around himself and gives birth to his own children.

Getting that would not be an exaggeration to say exactly what the ultimate goal of Oak life is.

My wife is special.

It's like a medal, only allowed for limited orcs.

A superb woman is therefore required.

For example, it is a beautiful princess who is called the Trinity, a knight who has risen to the head of the Knights to a woman, or a sorceress called the Genius of a Thousand Years.

Catch such special beings, subjugate them, and make them wives.

It is said that the more special the wife is, the higher the character of the Orc who will be her husband.

Bash is a hero enough to be in oak history.

If you become that wife, you will be expected to be a considerable woman.

It is connected to a breeding ground, it does not serve as a felon or slave in another country.

Instead, it would even scratch the pride of the oak for Bash, a hero, to hold that degree of opponent.

That's why Bash says he's going looking for it himself.

To avoid scratching the pride of the oak.

That's what Oak King thought.

No, I was spotting it.

When it is precisely the wisdom eye, everyone in the oak will praise it.

Actually, it's a pit.

"Foresight… was…"

Bash lay down his face to be ashamed.

The face is bright red.

I didn't think the king would find out.

That I am a virgin.

That's not all.

It even came up with the word "wife."

That I was going to leave the village of Orc and sneak away my virginity somewhere else, that my first opponent would prefer a virgin if possible, that I was going to practise that virgin as my wife...... they were seeing through all of those things.

There's no way I'm ashamed of myself.

The heroes of the oak and the roachers embark on a journey with such virginity rounded thoughts, etc.

That's also known to someone who can be called the father of all orcs, etc.

It's not strange to be defamed of as the orc's shame.

Well, nothing is actually known, but Bash is also an oak... he was one of those who praised Nemesis for being exactly the wise eye.

"King, don't stop me. To me..."

"There's no stopping you."

Nemesis blocked Bash's excuses with his hands up.

And after a self-derisive grin, I glanced and said to endure something.

"You may go. Let's keep this quiet."

Nemesis was always sorry.

If it was at least during the war, or at least the treaty "forbidding sexual intercourse without agreement with other races," he said, as a chief, what he could have given Bash the opportunity to find his wife.

I could have let a hero live a life worthy of that feat.

Now the war is over, and there are treaties.

In such a situation, it is not for the most part a paradigm to find a superb woman worthy of a wife.

The fact that Orc married a woman outside of rape is 5,000 years since the war began...... no precedent.

Exactly a test.

They want to impose trials on themselves.

Exactly a hero.

An oak hero embarks on a trial journey with a hero.

He says he can live freely in the country, but he travels.

Orcs still try to prove that they haven't lost their pride in the war.

Stop this, what is the king?

"... thank you"

Bash lowered his head quietly.

Even now that I had become a hero and was called the strongest of oaks, I didn't feel like I could beat the king.

The force may be higher on itself.

If you fight, you will win.

But it gives me the opportunity and time to instantly spot my thoughts and shallows, but never mock them, and restore my honor.

Orcs so thoughtful and gentle with a sense of devotion, nothing else.

(He's just Oak King. A man worthy of bearing the king's name. Until this one dies, I swear allegiance to this one)

Once again, Bash thought so.

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Thus, Bash embarked on a journey.

For a long and long journey to abandon your virginity......