Orc Hero Story - Legend of Degree

Houston, the Knight Commander of the fortress city of Crassel.

Talking about his background, it's a long time.

About twenty years ago, he joined the war as an apprentice soldier at the age of thirteen.

Sent to the front line in the first line to experience a bloody defeat.

With his synchronization wiped out, Houston, who was lucky enough to survive, gained experience using the battlefield as a rollover and became squadron leader in about ten years.

Shortly after he became squadron leader, the battle was a hell of a retreat.

It was a terrible fight.

Every officer from the general to the battalion leader dies in battle or flees, the commander replaces the corollary, and the army is in havoc.

When 60% of the force was lost, command came around Houston, just a squadron leader.

"There is no longer anyone more in command than you"

Houston thought it was a bad joke when the conductor's health guard told him that.

But Houston did the full job.

We pulled up those around us and pulled them back safely, with little loss of the remaining 40% of the soldiers.

The blossom of talent… He was well placed to command the great army.

Nevertheless, we were only lucky that the retreat was a success.

Whatever it was, its track record was highly appreciated and Houston became a deputy to the army on the oak side.

An Orc Army is primarily an army that fights a coalition of Orcs & Fairies.

Five years after becoming a deputy, the commander died in battle. As it rolled up, he became commander and continued to fight until the end of the war.

Houston continued to fight Oak as a commander for ten years.

In fighting the Orcs, he did everything he could.

I gathered all the information I could, squeezed all the wisdom I could, and sometimes I went out on the front line and fought with my life.

As a result, he became the man among the humans who killed the most orcs.

Therefore people call him this.

"Houston the Pork Killer".

Even after the war, there was no mercy for orcs.

Especially when he sees a detached oak. He's harsh.

No matter how much a haggling oak begs for his life, he will not have ears to listen to, and he will be executed lightly.

Those who became soldiers after the war were, at the same time, respectful and fearful of their appearance.

Most of all, in fact, Houston was a person with a rather flattering emotion for the oak, in the back of two big names.

No prejudice, no discrimination.

It's not like I hate orcs.

Because he knows more about orcs.

Because I became familiar with it.

When Houston became a deputy, he needed to know about the oak in order to kill the oak more efficiently and to minimize damage from the oak as much as possible.

During the war he studied more about orcs than anyone else.

I observed orcs, clasped past literature, and sometimes heard stories from prisoners.

As a result, Houston learned.

He said Orc was just a proud warrior with a distinctly different sense of common sense from ourselves.

Of course, I don't have all the good emotions.

There are also dark feelings that have sprouted because of the numerous killings of colleagues and men.

But the war was over, so close I felt about the orcs and sometimes respected them as much as I didn't think I needed to hate them unnecessarily.

Harsh on haggling oaks because they are the most spiteful of orcs.

A being who cannot even obey the simple and lucid code of orcs and chooses to live on his own.

Even if such a person came to the habitat of a human being, there is no way he would follow the rules of a human being.

It's just like a beast, such as someone who can't fit into a person's society.

Therefore, kill. Relentless.

Either way, because he is such a person, after the war, he was awarded a knight and appointed head of the Knights of Crassell.

If he were to take the lead, there would be no resumption of the war with the Orcs within at least a few years, and the prospect that even if the battle began more and more, he would protect Crassel.

"What? Got a suspect in a street raid?

He received such a report one day from one of his men.

"Yes, apparently an oak"

"I thought I told you if you were a haggling oak, you could kill me...?

Houston, who received a report from a subordinate, slashed his neck.

Under the arrangement with Oak King, orcs expelled from the country are to be killed.

As for Houston, I would like people like that to be disposed of in the oak country, but I gave up because the oak has an oak law.

"No, maybe it's not a detachment because it was well known and well answered"

"Then let him go. You're pathetic."

"There's something suspicious about Judith..."

"Your stupid daughter, can't you take responsibility if it comes to war with Orc..."

Judith is a female knight in charge of a raid in the woods.

I was a new American knight for a year on assignment, and I finally got used to working here, so I left one case to him.

It was a case that seemed to end soon, but whether the unsub was cunning or whether other Judith of his thoughts was incompetent, results have not yet been achieved.

Lately, I've been anxious to see that not much has been achieved.

Whatever it is, you want to handle it and prove you're not incompetent.

"What do you think?

"Right, there are certainly many suspicious parts. I don't speak for the purpose of the journey, and it had a fairy. Even if we surrounded him, he was calm, and maybe... a spy."

"Pfft..."

Houston unwittingly blew it out.

This soldier is still young and has not even participated in the war.

I guess that's why you don't really know what kind of species the orcs are.

If you're familiar with the oak, you're likely to find yourself far from the word spy.

"Dear Houston, it's not funny! Maybe he's trying to get information from the inside by getting caught by us on purpose!

"Barca, is the oak such a clever thing? If you're a spy, Fairy's the only one who's coming."

If you're an oak that Houston knows, you don't bother getting caught.

If only one person could set up a fight to break the siege and wipe out all the good things, he would interrogate and get information while committing Judith on the spot.

Orcs can't do advanced things like sneak into their nostalgia and gather information in the first place.

At best, reconnaissance would be the mountain of Sekiyama, even if it could be done.

Where are the enemies stationed, how many were there, and the composition of the weapons were swords and bows and... such reconnaissance was often carried out by the orcs as well.

Most of all, the only thing I can't do is spy, and when it comes to tactics, human beings have been sophisticated.

Either way, being caught adult without a fight doesn't seem like a detached oak.

It would be a rational oak, following the laws put out by Oak King and trying to get along with humans.

I don't hear much about orcs traveling alone who have a sense of belonging to the group itself...... there are a lot of guys in orcs too. It wouldn't be strange to have a guy like that.

Judith caught it in a hurry...... that would be the truth this time.

Yes, Houston decided.

(But it does bother me that it has a fairy on it)

During the war, if Oak and Fairey were to be moving together, that meant operational action.

Though the war is over now, the feeling of a former war alerted Houston.

"All right, I'll see you soon."

That's what Houston said, he got up.

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The barn is in the basement of the knight's quarters.

During the war, it was a place where many prisoners were held and tortured to death.

At the end of the war, the plague spread, and Houston didn't even try to get close when asked to.

After the war it has been cleaned up beautifully and serves as a shelter for those who commit misdemeanours.

Now it even has a hint of citrus.

"Come on, say the purpose of the journey! I've been walking through those woods for what purpose! Why did you come to Crassel! What the hell is that fairy!

Judith's voice echoed in Houston's ear as he descended such a staircase to the cabin.

It's so much intimidation that I don't think of it as a new American knight.

In that sword screen, I can honestly talk to you, Orc, who's being captured.

Because Orc extremely dislikes being seen down there from others, especially from women.

Many people say that pride doesn't allow a woman to intimidate them and honestly talk about something, even if there's nothing nasty about it.

Houston thought so and laughed bitterly.

Immediately from the oak, words such as "If you want me to talk, come with me as best I can" would pop up.

If that happens, we won't be talking about it anymore.

As for the interrogation we're dealing with, it's downstairs.

"The purpose of the journey is a private matter, simply put, I'm searching. I've walked through the woods because it's faster. I came here because I might have something to look for here. Fairy is an old friend. He knows what my journey is all about and he's working with me."

But what I heard was a resolute answer.

To the sound, Houston exhaled "ho".

Being intimidated and solidified is basically a young, bloody oak.

Among the orcs, more people don't care about some intimidation or anything, especially when they become warriors of war.

Compared to growling on the battlefield, I guess it means the same as normal conversations, such as ordinary intimidation.

But then another question comes to mind.

Why is such a historical oak out of the country and looking for...

"What's that hunt for?!? Why are you looking!?

"That's... I can't tell you"

"Why! What are you hiding?

Is it like being sidelined when you know it exists?

Or is it something that gets in trouble when they find out you lost it?

Houston instantly thought of two patterns, while reaching the door to the cabin, and had a bad feeling about something.

(This voice... Doesn't it sound familiar...?

Houston's hunch is a hit.

Thanks to this hunch, it is no exaggeration to say that we have survived that war.

(I figured I'd stop going...)

That feeling flies into my chest......

Even when it comes to unpleasant hunches, these are peaceful times.

Yeah, well, you won't be taken to life.

Besides, leaving Judith alone like this just keeps asking futile questions.

Houston hated waste.

So Houston opened the door leading to the interrogation room.

"Judith, don't overdo it. When it comes to diplomacy issues, face to face...... HI!

Unexpectedly, a manual scream leaked.

At the same time, something peeled through his spine, his heart buzzing and his feet screaming for him to escape.

What's in my brain is a memory of the battle during the war, not long after I became a military commander on the Orc side.

That fight was supposed to be a win.

The power was more here, and it wasn't crude to the operation.

Even so, when the vanguard was unable to break through the enemy formation, and the troops were separated by flanking attacks, the main force was assaulted, then sending reserve forces to the front line.

Was the operation being read, or was it just a coincidence?

There were a handful of troops who had assaulted the main force, but they were elite.

In particular, Houston cannot forget about the oak that was leading the way and wielding the Great Sword.

That orc killed a deputy who was proud of his arm.

Houston said he retreated with his other body while his deputy was being killed.

When I got home safely to my base, I thought I was even having nightmares.

It was such a horror experience.

But it wasn't a dream.

Because that one time the nightmare didn't end.

After that, I ran into the oak on the battlefield many times.

From Houston's point of view, that orc always seemed to be after his own life.

In fact, I guess I was after it.

If you defeat Houston, the commander, you will be able to cut the momentum of the human army.

Houston has never crossed a sword with that oak before.

I fled all fights with all my might.

Still not dying is just a miracle.

That orc appeared, however unfavourable, on the battlefield.

No matter how big an army this one was, no matter how powerful his allies were with him, he must have appeared and fought without ever fleeing.

Even when a human sage took a dragon and showed up on the battlefield, turning even a demon or an orga into an extinguishing charcoal, he stood on the spot and fought the dragon with the other warriors.

Houston, seeing what it looked like, even held an admiration.

I even thought it was beautiful to have an ugly oak.

So I remember.

Skin color is common green.

Slightly small for an oak, but a body covered in dense muscles.

Eagle eyes, purple hanging blue hair.

It looks like a green oak with no features, but it can't be seen wrong.

The only time I got so close was at the signing ceremony of harmony with the oak.

No, not even then, I wouldn't have gotten this close. Twenty meters would have been away.

The distance now is, at most, five meters.

It's within reach.

I don't seem to have as big a sword as that height of mine, but Houston knows.

This oak moves at a rate comparable to that of the Beasts who beast it beasts, and can pull off Dwarf black armor with bare hands.

I saw it with these eyes, so I'm pretty sure.

Nobody believed me, but that's how the former commander died.

Essential for a name that stands for this oak.

"Mad Warrior," "Destroyer," "Kill All," "Raging Cow," "Haughty Arms," "Wrinkle Forest Nightmare," "Green Disaster," "Dragon Fracture"......

There's more to it... but everything is a word that stands for him.

And this is what he's called in the land of oaks.

"Oak Hero" Bash.

The most yabe oak, there he is.

……

Seeing, the fairy that Bash always took with him on the battlefield is also wrapped up and rolled over the table.

Houston knows about that fairy, too.

After being deliberately an enemy prisoner, Fairey somehow magically informed Bash of the enemy's position.

Fairies that become cures rarely kill when caught.

I get caught purposefully using such human thoughts and call for a shitty oak.

From this, the ada name given is' Zell of pseudo-bait '.

"Ju, Judith you......"

The only reason Houston didn't escape while raising his pity was because he had his men's eyes.

He's the Knight Commander here.

Who unites knights and soldiers.

Commander.

Besides, he prides himself on being admired by knights and soldiers.

I wanted to avoid losing that trust.

Besides, if you look closely, Bash was dealing with Judith with a calm face.

Eyes like murderers hunting and killing all of that lurked, even feeling the mercy of a favorite grandfather listening to his grandson's selfishness.

Oh, that devil can do that, too.

You're not just mad at me.

Yes, because the war is over. It's a peaceful time.

Those are the eyes that make you think so.

Nevertheless, there is no substitute for being that bash.

Houston took one deep breath and spoke to Judith as his hips pulled, being utmost vigilant.

"Hey, what are you doing?

"Ha! We made a report that an oak had raided us in the West Forest, and we investigated it, and we got information that a suspicious oak had entered the town. Track him immediately, arrest him at the inn. We're interrogating you now."

"Ah, hmm..."

Houston quickly understood that it was a misidentification arrest.

If you're a bash, you don't leave witnesses.

If there's something nasty going on, you must be running through the siege or something.

This oak, even if laid with a siege net, can gently break through and escape for about a hundred people.

Why can you say all that?

Because they've done it before.

"I made most of the information throw up, all I have to do is ask what this guy's journey is all about. Olah! Spit it out, you fucking pig!

Judith grabbed Bash's chest and cancer from close range.

A chill ran through Houston's spine.

"Oh, oh, no, don't be abusive!

The voice that stood up to put an end to it was too pitiful.

'Cause you do, don't you?

No matter how peaceful times are, there are times when you can be angry.

For example, when she was obsessed and followed to a cabin, grabbed by an ass-blue little girl who had never experienced war, and was greatly intimidated.

I mean, this is exactly the time.

He can be angry.

"There's nothing more I can say"

but bash wasn't mad.

Instead, he has a calm face, letting his nose snap.

I'm sure the scent of citrus drifting from all over this barn is soothing his mind.

Because I eat anything oak, but I also like out-of-the-box fruit.

Houston thanked his men for suggesting that citrus scented oil be used in this shop. Salary increases were also considered.

"Cohon...... Mr. Judith. Now, get your hands off him, and keep slowly coming back to my neighbor."

"What is it?" Houston the Pork Killer, "he is so weak..."

"You're not giving me that name!

Houston's two names, from the oak, are uninteresting.

When I came up with this name when I arrested Haguri Oak, I mostly glanced at him with hateful eyes and said, "You're a pig killer... I'll kill you!," he curses with defilement.

That's all, the name "Pork Killer" means heavily to Orc.

Well, maybe he's just angry at me for being called a pig.

"What are you talking about, let's teach this hagglery pig bastard about Master Houston's feat. Look, fucking pig. This is General Houston, who killed the most oak in the war ahead. Oak and all, but..."

Houston screamed.

It was a cry of the soul.

"Ugh! Time to shut up or I'll punch you in the ass! Get over here now!

Judith stepped back with the face that he didn't know why after a good time on Houston's sword screen.

I don't know why. He scolds me, he's soggy.

If you don't know, you'll need to explain it to him later.

but now it's about bash.

"Shh... hah..."

Houston took one deep breath and turned to Bash.

Bash's eyes had returned to those of an eagle with Judith lowering.

Houston's mouth shivers with hiccups.

"Bu, my men have excused me. This fool is responsible for the raid on the streets, but he hasn't been successful lately, and he's in a hurry... Oh, I'm late. I'm in charge of the army in this town, my name is Houston Jail."

"It's a bash"

"Don't use your name…"

"You know me?

"To the extent that I have seen you several times during the war..."

With that said, Bash took Houston's face seriously.

I was reminded of my face, wouldn't it strike me suddenly?

No, he's supposed to be a rational oak.

Trust your first judgment.

If it's coming at me now, my men are already at the blood festival, and Judith should be turning her white eyes and fainting and dripping cloudy liquid from her groin.

While telling himself yes, Houston made a smile.

In more than thirty years of bitterness, I had never laughed like this against an oak.

No, even the human opponent may have never made such a smile.

"Human warrior."

"... Yes. Well, that's the guy."

"I miss you. How have you been?

As soon as possible, Bash's fangs will be swept out.

It is an expression that can also be taken as intimidating.

But Houston was a man who knew more about oak than anyone else.

I knew this fierce look was just a grin.

Hence, I was a little hoarse and convinced that a conversation would be formed.

"I hope you can forgive me for all of this because of my poor supervision"

"I'm not angry"

Bash looked at Judith unfortunately when he said that in a way that seemed troublesome.

Seeing that, Houston decided it was to the extent that he was "angry with Judith, but not enough to kill him".

They treat me like that, to that extent.

He is a person with a vessel so large that he does not think he is an oak.

Ordinary oak would tear at least Judith apart.

Nevertheless, I don't know when to step on the tiger's tail.

Houston raised his voice, trying to cut the conversation as early as possible.

"Uh... for once, can I tell you a few things? I won't let you have time."

"Again, how many times are you gonna make me say the same thing"

"A little more, just a little more, if you'll hang out......!

How many times have I heard the same thing, and with a bitter face, Houston glared at Judith.

Judith turned that way with a bad-looking face of a bat.

"Uh..."

Houston then asked about the events on the West Forest streets that he had received a report.

Of course the answer remains the same.

The carriage was being attacked by a bug bear, and Bash just passed by and drove off the bug bear.

I spoke to the woman, but I just wanted to get consent for intercourse.

Speaking of why I didn't attack you, because in the name of Oak King, sexual activity without agreement with other races is strictly forbidden.

It is a misconception that Bash attacked because he intends to abide by that code.

Houston heard it and nodded so much.

If anything else is to be said about the detached oak. Still, this man's words would not be lies.

I just happened to be at the scene.

As far as that's concerned, Houston was expecting it too.

If it really hit you, you can't let it get away with it.

I knew Houston better than anyone that running away from Bash was really life-threatening.

If you're going to get away from the bash that's seriously coming after you, you're going to need luck at the expense of a bunch of heavily armed men.

So,

"One last thing"

This is the most important thing.

"I mean what you're looking for... do you know about that, Master Oak King?

"Whatever."

"I see."

In this reply, Houston was very good at it.

Why is Bash here?

Reason for this. Purpose of the journey.

That's an Oak King order.

Nemesis, king of oaks, gave Bash some sort of order.

Following that order, Bash embarked on a journey.

The key order is' Search for something, or someone '.

"You're in trouble. Those things have to be properly done through the country."

"For personal use. I'm not going to bother you."

It's also apparently something you have to hide from a human being… or someone else.

You move as many heroes as a bash, so it would be considerable.

Is it something that would greatly benefit the country if you got it, or it would greatly harm the country if you left it......

Whatever it is, it's definitely important to the oak country.

Otherwise, something that flaunts the country's heroes by itself?

It would be thanks to that mission that this orc would not kill Judith or Houston on this occasion.

If you kill a human and cause a disturbance, you'll get in the way of your mission.

The problem is the details of that mandate….

"Okay."

Houston stopped thinking about Bash's assignment.

Maybe the hunt and the doings are harmful to humans.

"So that's it. Sorry for the inconvenience."

but Houston has nothing to do with it.

I was perfectly sorry to stick my neck in the extra and put my life in danger.

The most important, but cheapest, thing on the battlefield is life.

Bash's arrest came from a misunderstanding.

He was quietly arrested and told me what was going on.

Then this is done with this one.

One case is settled.

For once, even tomorrow, I will tell my own country, 'Here comes Bash, the hero of the oak. They're looking for something, "he reports," but from there on, it's intelligence work.

"Uhm."

Bash nodded deeply and began to unwind the twisted zel.

"Please be careful not to forget to return"

Houston said that with a relieved face.

Relieve yourself with this.

The first bash to talk up close. He seemed to be a hero, a big figure in the vessel.

but even if it's big, I don't know where it explodes.

Houston knows more about oaks. But that's why I also knew there was common sense that I didn't know.

Only before you step on the tiger's tail, will you just leave.

All you have to do is pray that you don't make any extra noise all over town.

I don't even wear soldiers.

My men's lives are important.

Anyway, no touch.

That's what Houston decided.

I have survived so much to spare my life.

When the war is over, will you wander off the dead line?

"... um"

Bash, however, had a difficult face as he took out his fairy-wrapped utensils.

The gaze was flying toward Fleer and Judith.

(Ooh...?

Seeing that gaze, there was something caught in Houston's thinking.

Bash tours when he tells me to go home.

What's the reason?

Why would you watch Judith?

Are you mad at her? But earlier, I said to myself I wasn't angry. Then why did you take her?

What do you got on her that this orc has?

She is a knight. A search for the West Forest. of the streets...... I mean!

Houston's, too clever head was fully emptied to draw conclusions.

"No way, you think a street raid has something to do with that 'look-up'?

……

Bash stopped moving for a moment.

I'm not sure what you're thinking. A faceless look.

But when Zell, freed from the scroll, flew in a fuzzy, ear-piercing to Bash, Bash gave him a hazy look.

And when I turned to Houston with a strange face, I nodded quietly.

"Mm-hmm. Maybe I am."

"Again!"

Houston, who had his own predictions, laughed niggardly.

He is a wise man.

I didn't put myself in danger, contained the noise all over town, and finally came up with a way to sell favors to this Orc hero.

Houston is not a saint.

If you can get something that will help your future life, a little bit of greed.

"Then let's put Judith on. She is responsible for the raids on the streets. If you're going to look into the case, it's best to let her help."

"What?"

The reaction was Judith, who stood at the entrance and looked dissatisfied.

"Wait, Master Houston! Are you going to make me act with an organism like this that only thinks about offending a woman!?

Judith came forward and pointed to Bash.

Bash said in a low voice as he looked at its fingertips.

"Mating without consent is prohibited by the Treaty. I won't offend you."

Houston heard it and his chest got hot.

In retrospect, this orc called Bash never brought a woman back, even destroying her troops during the war.

They say it's just like all the other orcs ignore orders and start offending women on the spot.

If you're an orc, you can't possibly not want to offend a woman...

By being foolish, I intend to abide by Oak King's code.

"Look, here's what you say"

"What do you say! Master Houston will know too! A creature called Orc is an ugly race with no prospects. Even if you say this with your mouth, if you're alone with me in the dark, it's up to you to represent its nature."

Hearing that, Houston grabbed Judith's chest.

"Come on, man. Look, this guy, he's not like those detached oaks over there. Oak Hero, Lord Bash."

"Who is it? Are you a relative of Oak King or something?

Houston felt dizzy.

Speaking of 'Heroes of Orcs' Bash, during the war, it was a name anyone who belonged to the army on the Orcs side knew.

I was wondering how much this Judith doesn't know so much about things as the new America he knighted after the war.

……

Houston felt like yelling all the time.

Three years after the war ended.

Those who were soldiers during the war almost all returned to their homeland. Away from the battle, living in peace.

Soldiers in this town have barely experienced war either.

Many know the name of the Nemesis, even though they know the existence of the Oak King.

In addition, there are not many transactions between fortress cities and oak countries.

Make it Judith, make it a soldier for her men, I've only seen detached oaks.

Only criminals who are unwilling to follow the rules and should be spit on......

So, even if you don't know, maybe you can't help it.

"You may not know, but you're in a particular position among the orcs. You're the one who can't even talk."

"Ha... huh? Really? Even though you're an oak?

"I seem to have left it to Klussel with patience, but if this is more serious and angry, it would be a meat mass in an instant, such as you"

"Ha..."

Judith didn't seem too pinned.

Then Houston decided to change direction slightly.

"If it's your fault, go to war with the land of Orcs. It is inevitable that they will take responsibility and be condemned to death. You want to be hung on guillotine in these peaceful times?

"Ah... but... but this guy, in an oak..."

Houston thinks of himself as a hipster opportunist.

During the war, he was running away from the bash, but it was self-esteem.

But I don't think so around me.

Judith, and his other subordinations, think Houston is more ruthless than anyone else and more terrifying than anyone else.

So this word also only felt intimidated rather than advised...... threatened.

Still young, the new American Judith, can't help but tremble.

"Hey."

But Bash blamed it.

This is the first time I've ever raised a grumpy voice here and stared at Houston.

"Get those hands off me."

Houston let go of his hand pah.

It was as if I hadn't grabbed anything from the start.

"Um, something?

"You…"

Bash had chosen a few words, but immediately said:

"You just order a woman, aren't you ashamed?

"It... is..."

Houston heard the words and his chest got hot.

Detention at the convenience of a human being, prolonged interrogation.

Even after finding out it was a misidentification arrest, the attitude of the female knight remains unchanged, and she scorns herself.

You can't have no idea.

You can't even be angry.

Even though I don't show it to my face, I even say things that even bother me.

If this was the oak there, Houston would have laughed with his nose.

It doesn't matter whether she's a woman or not, she's one of her own men, it's none of your business, keep hitching.

Or, I would have underestimated you.

They caught me, frightened me, but the story rolled in a good direction, so I told them I was in good shape to get this thing out.

But no.

This orc can kill everyone on this spot while they blink.

You don't have to tell me in words.

By force, I can show you what to do.

How fragile the creature is.

He didn't do it.

All that humiliating treatment. And yet, I endured.

How can you do that?

Perhaps because he thinks about an entire species called Orcs.

Hostile to Human, it would be against the code issued by Oak King.

If that bash were to disobey Oak King's orders, the bloody oaks would imitate it, too.

In that case, Orc will start another war with another race.

Orcs are down in numbers in earlier wars. If it were war, now would be the time to take the path of annihilation.

Therefore, you are disciplining yourself.

He's a man who can sacrifice himself for his mission, for the future of Orc.

With all that strength, you can use it not for yourself, but for the whole race.

What an awesome man.

More generosity than you can imagine, the size of the vessel….

To the size of all things, Houston embarrassed himself.

Indeed, from his point of view, he will not be able to look pitifully at himself, who is only giving orders to a woman as he comes to most of us.

As a commander, as a man, this must not be the case.

That's why Houston decided to be ready.

Be prepared to possibly step on the tiger's tail.

"You're right...... okay. I will now accompany you in your investigation of the forest."

At that moment Bash looked subtle, but Houston, who was impressed and blind, didn't realize it.