Orc Hero Story - Legend of Degree

I was dreaming.

That was a dream when Bash was just beginning to get out on the battlefield.

That day, Bash was lurking in his arms to ambush his enemies.

I soon found out it was a dream.

Because I've been dreaming a lot lately.

"Hey, you guys, what kind of woman do you want if you're going to be my wife?

As he lay still in his armpit, Bullfitt said that.

He had a deep scar on his neck.

I took a heavy toll on the battlefield before this battle.

If the neck and torso had been severed, there would have been no resuscitation, but thanks to thick, stiff oak skin and muscles, he remained to cleave the carotid artery.

Though they are highly vital oaks, wounds that will still die if not treated.

But Bulfitt continued to fight as he did without being able to wolf, returning his wounded existence and surviving brilliantly.

He spoke of it many times as a martial arts tradition.

He was a brave, orc-like man.

"I knew you were a strong woman."

Big Den was a particularly big body man, even in his contemporaries.

Oak recruits often fight at the mercy of power.

That way, when big, strong is tied with equals.

If it's bigger, we can ignore some wounds and fight, and if it's bigger, we can handle bigger and heavier weapons.

To ram a giant stick with both hands was exactly the novel of oak expectation.

Without any noticeable scratches across several battlefields, let's just say the most anticipated man in Bash's sync.

"I'm a carefree woman, too. Besides, a woman knight would be nice if she were a human. The daughter-in-law of the Great Warlord."

Donzoi had no left hand pharmacopoeia and pinky fingers, and there were signs of major burns all over his body.

The wizard set me on fire in the first place.

Without a pond nearby, he would have died just like that.

Since then, he's been sneaking water bags behind his shield.

He was the most prepared warrior of his age with Bash.

I thought of countermeasures from enemy species, and I didn't fail to devise a shield or a flame bottle.

That the troops were helped thanks to him, not once or twice.

"I get it. The daughter-in-law of the Great War Warrior still resists the Great War Warrior, even though the other three have kids. I got fucked in front of my men... hehe, I'm so bloated."

The Booders were red oaks, had cross wounds on their faces, and were captains of Bash's troops.

My arm was thicker than any other oak, and I was just as powerful for it.

Born of a Dwarf woman, he was clever with his hands and an archer (Archer) preying on composite bows.

The power of the composite bow, made to match the muscle strength of the oak, was so great that if it hit, it would stop the horse from sewing into the tree and drop the Wyburn from the sky.

Only the captain was smart, but he was born into a special oak called Red Oak, but because of that, he thought of himself as a special being, with a bad mouth and attitude.

"In order to marry my daughter-in-law, I have to be born..."

Bash was the best sword of them all like that.

Nevertheless, at the time, it was not yet, as a special note, strong.

It was the smallest of the sync, and the color was green.

The shadow was thin, though not so much as misogyny.

"Oops. Chicks."

"Let's do it together."

"All right, it's time not to come...... everyone, be quiet"

On the decree of the Bouders, everyone pushes silence.

After a while, I heard a hoof. He seems to march pretty much with footsteps killed, but I can't fool Orc's keen hearing.

The Bashes wait for their enemies until they hear the horses breathing, and….

"Goaaaaaaa!"

It hit me.

Would the number of enemies be such as 5 for the cavalry and 30 for the infantry? Squadron size.

The number of oaks against is 5.

The number of disadvantages was certain, but there were no two letters of retreat in the warrior bashes of the oak.

As it was, it was a riot.

... In that battle, Big Den died.

◇

When he woke up, Bash was sleeping in a strange room.

(Where, is this...?

When I woke up, my memory of yesterday came back to me.

With Judith, I decided to find out the truth about the street raid.

But because the sun was already down at that time, Bash was led to a private room in the fort, where he was supposed to stay.

(Crassel, or)

Take a breath.

At the same time, he was repulsing the contents of his dreams.

(Sure, you had that conversation...)

I must have had a wartime dream because of Judith we met yesterday.

A woman who appeared abruptly.

Well crafted and thanks to my usual sword wave, I am also in shape.

My voice sounded comfortable in my ear, and I've always wanted to hear it.

Besides, the profession is a knight.

A female knight is a popular profession for orcs.

High temper, I won't give up until the end.

Orcs get excited about the temper of being captured and showing a willingness to resist, and the situation of forcing such a noble woman to conceive.

So much so that they say knight or princess if you want to be my wife.

... and within his peers it was said.

Bashfully, it doesn't matter if you're not a princess or a lady knight.

If they could have abandoned their virginity, they could have been anyone else.

But Judith is exactly the kind of woman that Orc embodies the knight she dreams of.

Considering I'm graduating from virginity with that girl, part of me gets better unexpectedly.

(I'm lucky to meet such a poor knight all of a sudden)

"Ah, sir, good morning"

As Bash was immersed in emotion, Zell, who was sitting on the table taking care of his feathers, looked at this one as he nibbled.

"I'll be thriving in the morning. Are you already thinking about conceiving that woman?"

"Well, yeah."

"No, and I've never seen my husband stand up before, but, no, he's fine."

"Really?

That's what they said, and Bash felt proud.

For Orc, being seen with a swollen groin is no shame.

Rather, it is said that it should be shown aggressively because it is a symbol of one's ambition.

Being praised for the size of things is the second happiest thing for Orcs.

The first is, of course, to be praised for strength.

"That Judith is a knight, because she definitely looks virgin! If I get stuck in there, I won't tell you."

Zell is slapping lightly, but he seemed a little embarrassed.

My face is pointing toward the bash, and my mouth is nibbling, but my gaze was subtly swimming left and right.

"But are you sure it's okay with that woman?

"What?

"No, you're not so busy with the new American cunt. Get my husband. With eyes from above like that! I was a little upset, even with my generosity."

"I like it there. I have a strong point."

"Do you like a woman with a strong heart?

"Oh. All orcs do"

That being said, it was yesterday that Bash met a woman of concern and had his first conversation at close range.

Until then, we never had a conversation, we were in battle.

By the way, it's just the information I've gotten from the subversive conversations between the orcs that I like the attentive lady.

Everyone in the orc said 'I like a woman with a strong heart'.

That's why I want a strong woman.

"Huh, that's what I'm talking about"

Zell replied carelessly, collecting scaly powder that had fallen from his body and stuffing it in a small bin.

Fairy scales have strange powers.

If applied to the wound, the wound will heal, and if drunk, it will restore fatigue.

If you keep taking it for a few days, the majority of your illnesses will heal, and it's good for beauty.

It's called a panacea.

It is one of the main industries of fairies, while at the same time being one of the factors that physically weak human beings want to obtain fairies.

The Fairy Nation is also actively exporting scaly powder if other races want it.

Because the fairy itself is small, it will not be a large amount, and because the more time passes, the less potent it will be, the humans who try to fish the fairy tightly will not refuse to do so.

"Please, sir."

"Are you sure?

"Thank you for the help! Oh, but when I use it, I want you to use it where I haven't seen it."

Zell offered the bottle to the bash as she blushed.

Basically, Faerie doesn't like to give this scaly powder to others.

Because scaly powder is the same as excrement for fairies.

No matter how many fairies are instantaneous creatures, if you see them painting or drinking excrement on their wounds, you can't help but pull them off.

By the way, most Fairy Nation residents who are not in the war do not know where or how their excreta is used.

I hear humans use their own to grow crops, don't they? Cahaha, it's weird! And I'm laughing.

Of course, Zell is the fairy who survived the war.

I'm ashamed of what I'm ashamed of, but to some extent, I'm breaking it off that's what it is.

"Okay."

Bash got a bottle as he nodded.

"Helpful. I've been helped by this many times"

When Bash was still a recruit, he took his life because of the fairy powder, something that was heavily injured every time he fought.

Bash barely got hurt when the war came to an end as well, but it didn't mean stamina was inexhaustible, he needed these things to keep fighting without rest for days.

I won't have a chance to use it this time either.

But Bash knew that there was nothing more comforting than having it.

"Okay, let's go! To drop the female knight!

"Oh!"

When they were ready, they left the room.

◇

Krassel West Forest.

There, a single street runs.

During the war, in a street made for transport, it is called Bricous Street by the name of the general who made this street.

Following this street further west, it parted hands, one to the enclave of the Elf Country and the other to the Oak Country.

Even if it's a street, it's a narrow road to such an extent that the carriage is critical and different.

There are not so many people running errands in the oak country, and the traffic is not high because there are safer roads if you want to go to the enclaves of the elf country.

Bash didn't use it, by the way, because he doesn't have the common sense to walk the road to the oak.

The streets are useless to them without straying in the woods and without some terrain.

There was an incident on Bricous Street like that.

A wagon was attacked by a bug bear, killing the merchant on board.

Well, it's a common case.

Even though the war is over, there are no more beasts attacking people.

A less intelligent warcraft walks through them, sometimes attacking people.

However, that was a lot of times.

Thus Houston, the Knights of Crassell, asked the hunters to crusade for Bugbear.

For the most part, these incidents continue because there have been too many beasts in the woods.

Then you just have to get rid of it.

Hunter exterminated some of the big herds of bug bears.

We can't just kill all the bug bears out of the West Forest, but just crushing some of the big herds will help.

One case settled on this.

The raids won't go away altogether, but they'll reduce the number.

But it didn't.

The raid continued with the same frequency, even after it wiped out the bug bears.

Something's wrong.

Houston, who thought so, ordered Judith, the new American knight, to investigate.

She has been a knight for a year, though a new America.

It was about time I left something to work with.

Judith strained to open the investigation.

She excelled there, and while confused by her first assignment, she has gathered some information that interests her.

First of all, that not so many bug bears live in the west forest.

Minus the crusade reports of the adventurers, the bug bears did not originally live as frequently as the incidents occurred.

That, and that the shipment the attacked merchant had, had disappeared some.

There were so few that we wouldn't know unless the major chambers of commerce matched the list, but what was to be had disappeared.

Bug bears and wildlife may sometimes take it to the point of interest, but it was too frequent.

From those two points, Houston judged this to be artificial.

Someone is making it look like a bug bear, raiding it, making it look like a little bit of a mess.

But the killer was never caught.

There will be raids.

But the trace belongs to the bug bear, no matter what you look into.

The bug bears don't come close to the merchants with escorts, but three years after the war, there are many up-and-coming merchants, not all of whom can hire escorts.

Gathering sightings only shows that it is only by the bug bear.

People's lives are at stake, but we can't leave intelligence behind to see the entire raid.

And so Judith got stuck.

Ungathered information, the unseen truth, the uncaught culprit... all the things I didn't know, Judith was in trouble and in a hurry.

My first assignment struck me in a hurry.

At the troubled Judith's place, there was a report.

A merchant was attacked by an oak in the woods.

I escaped dangerously, but I must have been offended as it was.

To information from a woman merchant claiming so: "This is it!," said Judith, jumping, initiating an investigation.

An on-site investigation found Oak's footprint. When I tracked it down, it followed Crassel.

In addition, we gathered sightings all over town and obtained information that the oak had entered the town.

Further to the investigation, the oak was found to be staying in an inn.

Come here. So, apparently, this orc is about to realize he's not a raider... but Judith was in a hurry.

To something that looks like a clue I finally got. "Oh, my God. The guy in the street raid was all over town! So you don't notice! It's dark under the lights! All right, with this in mind, I'm gonna run a whole network of burglars all over town!," which made my nose rough.

Then he took his soldiers to the inn - to Bash's misidentification and arrest.

"That's why. Lord Bash, what do you think?

Bash was visiting the site of the raid.

A broken carriage, a few days later, a dead horse wanting a fly.

Plus, a crisp, lingering footprint.

There are three types of footprints.

Merchant's, Bash's... and countless bug bear footprints.

"... that's a bug bear raid"

Bash looked through the site of the raid and concluded so.

Even during the war, these raids took place many times.

Mostly by enemy soldiers, but sometimes by beasts and demons.

Oak has a lot of warriors, so most of them repel, but if they still have a large herd to raid, they also come out if they take an unconsciousness.

The spread in front of me looked just like the scene at that time.

"Hmm. You're an oak. Keep an eye on him?

"Mmm..."

I snorted as Judith provoked.

Bash was a warrior and wasn't very good at these investigations.

So I just have to say as I see it.

Nevertheless, I still wanted to show you something, something one, something good.

"Right...... right. First of all, there is no trace left of anything other than the merchants. The shipment is barely handy either. Even when camouflaged by enemy forces, it is unlikely that the shipment is untouched…. Food and water, in particular, are taken first. If you're at war, you'll clean it up as a raid by a bug bear."

"Right. So?"

Bash spun that little brain full.

I used my head so much when I was about to be buried alive by Dwarf's army in Ariosha's cave.

At that time, I spent all the information I could have on a resource and got out of it.

"... if it's by a man's hand, it must have some purpose"

"So I would say that the purpose is to attack a merchant without understanding that it is at the hands of a person. If you don't understand, you won't get caught, and you can live a bandit life for a long time. Damn, this is why the oak is so retarded..."

"Mmmm..."

Bash looked at Chirali and her partner Fairey.

At times like this, it was common for oak warriors to ask the fairy, a scout, his opinion.

Zell was thinking as he looked around the scene, flipping in the air, but when he got Bash's gaze, he snapped his neck.

"As it stands, it's a bug bear raid."

"Did you see that? Naturally, I didn't know how much we investigated. What do you know from what you just saw?"

Judith breasted great, but it's not like he could breast.

Either way, if Zell didn't even know, Bash didn't know.

"Well, let's track it down."

"Well, let's move on."

"Next? What are you saying"

Judith looked at the two in surprise, remaining in a chested pose.

"What, are you tracking a bug bear?"

With that said, Judith put a question mark over his head.

"Tracking? What are you talking about. Bug bears are cunning. Even top hunters can't track it."

Bug bears can't be tracked.

It was human common sense.

They cleverly erase their footprints, and shit only does when they get back to the nest.

When returning to the nest, travel through the river, passing on trees and erasing traces.

So if a hunter gets rid of a bug bear, burn a special incense to attract him.

The incense was made from the blood of a bug bear, and when I burn this, a bunch of bug bears strike at me who mistakenly thought they'd vandalized the territory.

If only the place where the incense was cooked was the territory of the bug bear.

"... that? Is that what human beings do?

Nevertheless, that is only human common sense.

Neither do other races.

"You think Fairey's different?

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Basically, I don't know what to do after a bug bear. It's a beast that doesn't exist in Faerie's country, so there might be some guy who goes after it for interest..."

Bug Bear is a demon who was not originally in Human Country.

That also became apparent in the Human Country after the war was over.

Why? The bug bear moved? Even though you're a beast with a strong sense of territory?

No, you're not.

Because a human has taken the territory of a certain race.

Only in that territory, bug bears are occurring.

So what race of territory was Bugbear originally in?

"If you're going after a bug bear, I'm going to oak. I've been doing this for hundreds of years."

Yes, it was an oak country.

◇

A warcraft is a vermin.

It occurs if you leave it alone even if you intend to exterminate it, sometimes attacking fields and livestock.

Increasing numbers can also aggressively attack people.

When asked what the difference between a normal beast and a warcraft is, it doesn't make so many differences... just one point. It occurs naturally during a certain period or so.

Incidentally, aggressively attacking people used to be called the difference between a warcraft and a beast.

Therefore, races such as beasts, oaks and demons, now treated as' people ', were also known as warcraft and demons before the war. That's what it says in Humans' ancient documents.

Now, it's a kind of bug bear that's such a demon, but for the Orcs, it's no big difference from those beasts there.

The taste is not even so good, but it is large and numerous, so it is food.

So Oak often gets a bug bear.

Hunting often leaves early in the morning, literally before breakfast.

During the war, Bash used to hunt bug bears, too.

……

Bash was silently tracking the bug bear.

It's been a long hunt, but it's something I'm used to.

The bug bear is cunning, but it never leaves a trace.

In particular, the smell of saliva rubbed against the trees serves as a major clue to the pursuit.

Oak has a good nose.

Especially sensitive to the smell of warcraft.

I can feel it, even if it smells so subtle that human hunters don't know.

Things When it comes to the smell of warcraft, it was also said to be more than the Beast tribe.

Conversely, it would have been difficult to track down a bug bear without an oak nose.

They leave no trace of themselves by the time they are morbid.

Even if you find it, its footprints are often not trustworthy.

Footprints the direction of the nest and the direction of the misunderstanding, and oblivion the eyes of the tracker.

"I knew Orc had a good sense of smell for demons, but not so much..."

Houston looked pale at the bash tracking the bug bear and raised his admiration.

"It's no big deal. Unlike the Beast, you know how easy it is to be deceived."

"Ma... well..."

In Bash's reply, Houston laughed bitterly.

The oak smells great, but it's a little messy.

I know it has a smell, but I can't smell it subtly.

Using it, Human has attracted orcs and exhausted them.

It was Houston, of course, that came up with the operation.

In that way, Houston had also tried to put Bash in a trap and kill him.

"Anyway, this is going to be right up to the bug bear where the raid is taking place."

The bash leads the way, with seven people following each other.

Houston and Judith, plus five soldiers.

Soldiers are all Houston children.

Five people who have been under Houston since the war...... naturally they also know about Bash.

Nevertheless, the mindset is one soldier. No one is interested in the enemy, and he's not as familiar with orcs as Houston.

I don't know how important that is when they say 'Orc Hero'.

It was about recognition of a fucking yabbai oak that was rampaging around on the battlefield.

Before he left, Houston said, "He's a man of position, albeit an oak. There's no need to be alarmed," but there's no substitute for Bash being an obscure oak for them.

They were wary of their surroundings so they could be ambushed whenever they wanted, while also paying attention to the bash.

Rather, it was more questionable why Houston was allowing his mind to go so far against the Orcs.

"What happened to Master Houston... even though he usually hates orcs so much"

I don't know.

"... maybe something happened with that orc during the war"

The soldiers whispered and swallowed up Houston's attitude.

"Something, what. Did you get hung up on charms? To the oak?"

"I don't know. Well, that's all that hogslayer Houston allowed me to do, that's all."

"Harpy and Lizardman have good ones too. Isn't it strange to be in an oak?"

"That's true too...... sounds special, that orc is"

That's how the soldiers were convinced on their own, but some were not.

It's Judith.

"... hmm"

She was the only one staring at the bash with harsh eyes as the soldiers around her gradually eased their attitudes.

and Bash turned abruptly.

Judith hastily tried to divert her gaze, but nothing was offensive, and I thought it was a loss to divert her gaze from herself, staring at him.

Bash looked at Judith without distorting that wiggly face.

For a while, the gaze mixed.

Judith couldn't help but say that it was better to lose out.

I'm sure if you show a weak attitude here, this orc will get on with it.

"Huh."

But as if he had seen through such feelings, Bash turned a blind eye to things like, oh man.

"Become!"

That's just what Judith figured out.

They made fun of me.

They didn't think it was worth fighting with you.

(Been molested...!

Regardless, Bash has no intention of doing so.

Zell's Lecture, Part 4 and Part 5.

I practiced "Hot Eyes" and "Meaningful Laughter."

A human woman is vulnerable to a man who sees herself.

What's more, he's also vulnerable to mysterious men.

Even a man with a meaningful grin on his mundane applause gets a good grin.

Human woman, full of weaknesses.

Most importantly, the weakness did not seem to apply to Judith.

"Lord Bash, how are you?

"Nothing...... it's time to get close"

To the words, Houston tightened his expression and raised one hand.

On that signal, the soldiers stopped simultaneously.

After making a sound with Gashan once, he also stops moving with Pittari.

Houston's child keeper soldiers can maintain a silent upright posture while wearing heavy armor.

Those who survived a battlefield that would die if it made a sound.

"Okay, no noise. Judith."

"... Got it"

Houston told me, Judith reluctantly held the hips cane.

Say something with the bumps, and hang 'Soundless Magic' on each and every soldier.

When hanging the auxiliary magic of this hand, you must touch the target.

Naturally, when touching Bash, Judith hesitated for a moment.

but there's no way you can dignify it in front of your boss.

I haven't been successful, but this is my first assignment.

You can't ruin it with emotion.

With a hateful look on his face, he put his hand on Bash's bursting shoulder.

"Ugh."

At that moment, Bash raised a strange voice.

To his abrupt voice, Judith shook herself with a victory.

"What?

"No, I'm sorry. My hands are cold."

Bash managed to fix it and answered that.

Because, of course, I was moved by the softness of the hand of the woman who touched it for the first time.

I want to embrace the woman in front of me right now. Such an impulse arises.

But I put up with it.

I didn't have to be taught by Zell to hate a human woman when I did that.

Especially the strong woman.

During the war, I saw the captain (Greatest Chief) walking with a woman, but the captain was only hugging her and she was half frenzied and rampant.

At that time, I shouldn't have had any particular intention of mating, and hugging her was half a play. The surrounding orcs laughed and watched it too, but to see that frenzy, from a human, I guess not.

If you do that in today's world, you should be considered forced to mate.

Bash therefore put a good effort into his body and caught his nose getting rough.

Lecture 6.

"Rough Nose Men Are Not Hot"

Orc is something that excites and roughs your nose when it comes to fighting or putting a woman in front of you, but that's forbidden to a human woman. Looks more savage than necessary.

As I put up with it that way, Bash's body glowed darkly.

It's a magical signal.

"All right, let's put out a reconnaissance first"

Where Houston suggested so, Zell came out making a noise with Hyun.

"If you're scouting, I'll take care of it! I'll let you jump into the crater at Buffer Mountain!

When Zell said so, he did not wait for a reply, but made a noise with Babun and flew to the back of the woods.

"I'll be back before the sun climbs," he said.

"... well, if you leave it to Lord Zell, you won't have a problem first"

Houston also knows about Zell.

That Fairey instantly finds out how many enemies he's hiding somewhere hard to find.

Then we infiltrate the enemy deep, attract the bash and destroy the troops.

He is an expert in reconnaissance and an undercover expert.

That's how Houston recognized it.

"Right... right..."

"First, let's wait here until Lord Zell returns."

"Oh."

Bash looked just a little bitter as he nodded.

He knew.

Zell always finds his enemies.

But at the same time, there is about half a chance that the enemy will find us and catch us...

- And as you can see, Zell didn't come back.