Orc Hero Story - Legend of Degree

- Judith -

I had a sister.

She was a proud sister.

The age was about ten years apart, and by the time I got my mind on it, my sister had already carried the expectations of her family all by herself as someone with excellent grades, good conduct, and exemplary people.

I grew up admiring my sister like that.

My sister was very kind to me, a distant sister of the year.

They're scared at school, and they were so glad I missed my sister.

I liked having my sister tie my hair.

A sister who could do anything, but just a little clumsy, my hair always stopped either to the right or to the left.

But I really liked the fact that I was just dropping by.

Because that was proof that I had my sister tied my hair.

After graduating from school, my sister became a knight.

My house has been a family of knights for generations, and my sister has always meant to be.

Even as a country, in the middle of a war at the time, I wanted manpower.

My sister was brilliant, and even after she became a knight, she came out with a ton of clapping.

In just a few years, I was able to entrust one squadron.

My sister came back to my parents' house once a year to report on the results of the war.

With the defeat of the Demon King and some victories in the big battlefield, the war was leaning in considerable favour of the Quartet.

The war is almost over.

When you're done, I'll watch you study.

You're gonna be a knight, too, aren't you? Shall I give you an archery of the sword?

Heh heh, maybe they'll assign you as my man.

If that happens, it won't be the same as home. Make it tough.

My sister, she said it that way, was laughing.

And a few months later, my sister's troops were devastated, and my sister was taken prisoner of the oak.

When I heard that report, my family was wrapped in despair.

Both my father and mother looked like the end of the world.

Instead, I even said I should have stayed dead.

At the time, I didn't know.

Why do parents say that?

'Cause it's your sister, right? Your father and mother were proud of your sister.

So I said, "You can't be dead! shouted," I pulled myself into the room.

For a while, I didn't talk to my parents.

Then a few years.

The war is over.

The Four Race Coalition led by Humans won, and the Seven Race Coalition, to which Oak belongs, was defeated.

All the prisoners who had been caught by the orcs were also freed.

My sister, too, came back to my house.

And I understood what "a woman gets caught by an orc" meant.

My sister was completely broken.

My eyes were lying around, my hair was bumpy, I used to be the one walking with my spine pinned up, but I always started walking on my cat back, as if hiding from something.

He barely spoke, and when the man approached him, he raised his gold cuts and frightened.

Even if that's my real father.

As I heard later, my sister became the daughter-in-law of Captain Oak (Greatest Chief) and apparently had six children by the end of the war.

My body and mind were worn out for repeated pregnancy births, not very much, but not in a state where I could return to the knight.

I can't even go to my daughter-in-law in this state.

My sister's future, my sister's life, was completely closed.

I couldn't forgive the orcs.

I know.

Even I know.

That's what orcs are all about.

Common sense is just different.

They cannot reproduce without doing so.

It's like cats preferring dark, narrow places or dogs pissing on roadside trees.

I didn't mean to do it.

But apart from understanding that, emotions were.

I wanted to kill all the orcs.

So I became a knight.

I had originally intended to be a knight, but I made more effort than ever.

After the war, there was a shrinking army, and the demand for knights was reduced, which took a little time, but still managed to become knights.

The prospect of assignment is the fortress city of Klassel.

Town closest to Oak Country.

The earliest town to fight an oak in a time of need.

The town where that 'hogslayer houston' is.

Hope went through.

There was some advice that a female knight could go near the land of oak, but I ignored it.

"Houston the Pork Killer" was the person by its name.

From time to time, there was no mercy for Guru Orcs flowing from the land of Orcs.

After questioning why he had been kicked out of Orc Country and hearing the answers, no questions asked.

Whatever they said, I executed them pale.

Those who had already sinned, who had done nothing, had nothing to do with it.

Says, "A haphazard oak is, in short, the ones who committed crimes in the oak country. It's the same even when you come to Human Country. It's not too late for anything to happen, is it?".

Seeing that lack of forgiveness, I thought I'd follow this man.

When the war was over, interaction with other races was flourishing, and tolerance for the common sense and habits of each race was gaining ground.

I thought it was ideal that there was no mercy for orcs that far.

This man will do my revenge.

It kills all the orcs. That's what I believed.

I heard there were exceptions.

Oak that is not a detachment.

I mean, an orc who is a traveler or is acting on some sort of order in the country.

Those people, listen to the circumstances, they were going to release them.

Such a person, Judith, never showed up after his assignment.

So I forgot.

but showed up.

That oak, which I named Bash, was different from the oak I knew.

His physique was small for an oak, but he had a tight body and was grand enough to be incomparable with any other oak.

The body wasn't the only one that was tight, so was the face.

The haggling oak looked somewhere licked.

When you look at Judith, make sure she looks inferior and runs her gaze down her chest and ass.

I hated that gaze to death.

But Bash, at least, didn't look inferior.

I had my gaze running on my chest and ass...... well, that's fine because the human guy doesn't change that either. It was unpleasant.

The problem is Houston's attitude when Bash shows up.

Honestly, I was disillusioned.

What the hell is that?

Where did "Pork Killer" go?

Apparently, an oak called Bash is a dignitary in the oak country.

I can see that.

But you won't have to be so hectic.

'Cause this guy's an oak.

Then we were supposed to act together, but Houston was just staring at Bash's complexion.

It turns out that I don't want to be disillusioned by that orc rather than solving a street case.

My distrust was just soliciting.

So I violated my orders.

It was emotional.

It's just a childish rebellion.

But that's not all.

Sometimes my sister was taken prisoner for a long time and broke.

Even if it was inevitable that he would lose the battle and be contaminated with his body at the time he was taken prisoner, if he had been rescued sooner, his sister might not have broken that far.

So I was anxious that the prisoners should be rescued as soon as possible.

Prisoners are fairies with no edge or itch, but still.

The soldiers who knew the story above me agreed with my thoughts.

Violations of orders are all good if the results are good, and salary cuts and prudence are inevitable, but, well, these are peaceful times, and you can forgive me.

Honestly, I was taking it lightly.

Our actions, the meaning of Houston's orders… and the power of our enemies.

"Hey... I'm looking forward to tomorrow."

And as a result, the lives of me and my soldiers had become the lights in front of the wind.

"Gu..."

"Ugh..."

My men, including me, are rolling on the ground.

All wounded, some fractured or passed out.

Though there are no dead, there are some who are bleeding badly and don't know if they can get past this evening.

When the battle was over, everyone would still be alive, simply lucky.

We went into a cave, we were in an ambush.

They targeted the lights first.

We didn't even know the exact number of enemies in the dark cave, and we were hit by one, another, and quickly wiped out.

Standing before us, wiped out, were a dozen human beings and a dozen bug bears.

And it was one oak.

Oak, it's an oak.

You can follow the Warcraft, too, BeastTamer.

When I turned my hateful gaze, he nodded his tongue with a demeaning look.

I ran scared.

"This is good. Fairy's followed by these upper-balls rolling in. Oh, you're so twisted, Oi."

"Gehehe, Casilla, can I have the woman?

"Fool, you're all set to use it!

"There's no loneliness!

"All right, women stay in jails, men kill and throw them outside."

I heard it and realized what I was going to do after this.

"Come on... Kill me..."

I found my voice trembling.

I found out I didn't want to die while telling you to kill me.

I haven't done anything yet.

Now I don't know what I've become a knight for.

I don't like it. Don't do anything.

And so from the dim, a high voice echoed.

"Hey, hey, if I kill you now, I won't. I couldn't find you until now! If they find the body, the knights will push it over!

In the darkness, an object flying with a pale light was raising his voice.

"That's right! These guys, let's execute them outside tomorrow morning! You make it look like Bug Bear did it! A little open in the woods, it feels like blood is busher! I've also got a couple of bug bear bodies, and I fought so hard, but I lost - it feels like it! You're an asshole even if you say human or something, you're definitely going to fool me! This good business, can we just end it here? No, there's no way! There's no way you can't figure that out! Besides, isn't this a bleak place? After all, you want to kill these guys in a bright spot looking at their" It's not supposed to be like this. "If I killed you looking at your face like that, it would definitely feel good!?

Zell.

At the same time I thought.

I thought I was caught, but I wasn't.

This guy was one of them from the beginning.

I'm sure he was ambushed because he called it in.

"So is that. All right, you guys, stay in the cabin... hey, lady knight. I'll take you to heaven in front of your men."

That's what Oak told me as I grabbed my hair and lifted my head and dragged it to the back of the cave.

When I heard that, the bandits around me also laughed lowly.

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They are taken to the back room, to the room where there is just a dirty straw rug, and thrown to the ground.

Looking over, Oak is alone.

The rest were all human.

Bearded, despicable, and just as worthy of a thief, they were, however, human beings.

"Are you guys... are you in a party with Orc?

"What's with the oak? Come on, that's racist. The war is over. If we have a match of interest, we have to get along... hey!

When one said so, the bandits laughed "tiny" and slapped the oak on his shoulder.

Orcs were also laughing with pleasure and slapping the bandits on the shoulders.

I was much more flattered than I thought I was.

No way, I never thought I'd see Oak working with a human, etc.

But think about it, it's not surprising.

First of all, the oak is involved, but Demon's secret trick is to manipulate the bug bear.

I also learned it in a knight's school class.

And some of the orcs can handle it.

With the oak country right around the corner, it's no wonder the oak is involved.

But Orcs don't have the wisdom to attack merchants and steal small quantities of supplies that they can't find.

Whenever an oak strikes a merchant squad, it takes root.

Humans were lending wisdom.

I wonder why I didn't realize such an easy thing.

... I know.

Because that's how Oak and Human licked it when Oak didn't have the sociability to work with other races.

Because the proud human believed that there was no way to work with an oak.

My shallowness caused this.

"Well... So who do we go from? Is that Casilla?

"Ma, what. Start with you guys."

"Come on, it's okay, Casilla. Oak, you love female knights, don't you?

"He's an orc, too."

"Then it is the human who stands the one above. Thanks to Casilla's bug bear, we're doing great."

"Oh, come on, you guys, you were like a superior officer the other day."

"Except for the one you respect, Casilla. I trust you."

"Hehe, if that's the case, let me sweeten you this time"

Even as we had that conversation, Orc had reached out to me.

I'm going to be offended by this guy now.

The moment I thought so, I found myself losing blood from my own head.

I can see my hands and feet getting cold and my body trembling.

"Yes... I don't like it... please don't..."

"Come on, you don't, knight. It's times like this when you have to show me the temper of choosing death if you're about to be offended. Ah, that's not funny. Say that line again."

"Do... don't, don't!

I remember my sister completely destroyed.

I remember the scream of my sister's golden cuts, raised by my real father when he approached me.

It reminded me of my sister's story that she had six orc children.

Angry.

I thought this happened because of the oak.

I thought I had to eradicate the oak.

Only to that extent, it was contemplated.

I had no idea I could be that way.

"Stay away from me! No, no, no!

"Oh, don't get violent!

The chatter and the armor are removed in all likelihood, but my hands are tied behind me so I can't even resist Locke.

All I can do is cry unnecessarily and scream that I don't like it.

The armor is removed, the inner of the body line is exposed, and the men's gaze is fever.

"I can't stand it anymore."

"Hey!"

Orc's hand reaches out and the inner is broken rampantly.

The men's nose became rough and the saliva dripped from the mouth of the oak.

"... hey, isn't that noisy?

And that's where one of the guys mentioned that.

"Something..."

The men's rough nose stops for a moment and the silence dominates the room.

Then, indeed, from somewhere, I could hear something arguing.

No, it sounds more like you're destroying something unilaterally than arguing.

At about the same time, another man came in to roll.

"Casilla! It's an enemy attack!

"What, no, you still have company! How many!"

"Well, that's just the two of us."

"... what. Then calm down and deal with it. Don't let them get away with it."

I don't care if it's just two of us.

More than that, the guys look back at me just wanting to taste the first woman in a long time.

But the men turned their gaze back towards the man, as if they had noticed something.

If you look closely, his face was wet and bright red in blood, but his complexion was surprisingly bright blue.

The man shouted even more.

"I don't have to deal with it or shit! They almost did it! Run fast..."

The next moment, the wall exploded.

Everyone on the spot saw the sudden roar and explosion.

In the soil and smoke, there is one fudge and one pale light, flying away.

"That's my husband. Bingo."

Calm, faerie voice as if different from earlier.

At the same time, the earthen smoke clears up.

There was a hole.

There's a big hole in the wall of the room.

And out of that hole, gently, a man came into the room.

Seeing it made me feel more desperate.

Green skin, long fangs.

Oak.

One more person, more oak.

Stronger body tremors.

I can't imagine what my body is going to be, losing power so that my hands and feet are numb, tears overflow from my eyes.

Giving up dominates that you can't do it anymore.

……

But the new oak looks around and stops gazing at me, I said.

I looked into my eyes and said, not my dewy skin.

In the last few days, in a voice I'm used to hearing.

"I'm here to help."

and.