Orc Hero Story - Legend of Degree

Wrinkle Forest.

It exists just opposite from the town of Klassel to the southwest, across the oak country.

There is no such thing as a forest anywhere but a giant tree by the name of a wrinkle.

But it was a memorable land for Bash.

During the war, the wrinkle forest was a war zone.

It was the territory of the Oak's strongest clan and what could be considered the final line of defense for the Oak.

If this place falls, Oak will be unable to work with Fairey's stronghold in the north.

The elves have therefore launched a fierce attack, and Oak and Fairey resisted it.

Bash also fought again and again in this forest.

I ran around enough to be familiar with where and which grass was growing and what the ups and downs of the terrain were like.

For what it's worth, the Orcs succeeded in defending the wrinkle forest.

The sacrifice was enormous.

The clan chief of the wrinkle forest is dead, and the fort almost burned down.

but still, this forest belonged to the oak until the end.

If this forest had been dropped, Oak and Fairey might have perished without waiting for the end of the war.

But a war is a cruel thing.

At the same time as the end of the war, the forest of wrinkles, protected by the oak in madness to death, became that of the elves.

On the contrary, 60% of the forest area, which was the territory of the Oak tribe, belonged to the elves.

Human took 20%, and Oak had 20% of the land left and had to live in detail.

Most of the more than thirty families that Orc boasted were doomed, so there was no inconvenience….

"I miss you..."

"Right."

Such, striving for the taken forest, Bash was walking.

As for direction, it's no exaggeration to say that we're back in the oak country, but we can't help but say that the destination is that direction.

"Ah, sir, sir! You remember this place! Look, my husband was so full of creativity, he was hiding in a hole!

And Zell pointed to one cave.

That hole, like the one used by the bear for hibernation, was once used to escape the chaser when Bash sustained a major injury.

"You can't even forget. If you hadn't come, he'd be dead."

"Shit. See ya! My husband's not gonna die that much, is he?

It was winter at the time, and there were bears in the hole.

So Bash killed the bear, ate the meat, wrapped his fur around it, applied the manure to his body and erased the smell, pretended to be a bear and did the elves in the chase.

Nevertheless, the wounds were deep, the amount of blood lost was high, and he was far from Zell in the battle, so if he kept hiding, he would eventually have died.

If Zell hadn't searched desperately and found me, there wouldn't have been a presence called 'Hero of the Orcs'.

"It's about time"

The forest was interrupted at the same time as the Bashes said so, and the river represented itself.

A fast flowing river, with a river width of about twenty meters.

It's the Ammet River, which shows the border between humans and elves.

If you cross this river, it will be Elf territory, the wrinkle forest.

Incidentally, going north on this river, there is a confluence point with the tributary, the Berg River.

Sandwiched between the Berg and Ammet rivers is what is now the territory of the Oak.

"Well."

Bash stepped into the river without getting lost.

There are several places on the Ammet River that are shallow and can be crossed on foot.

Such information was confidential during the war, but it is not particularly secret now.

They also sell maps of Lizardman with more information on the river.

but there will be a handful of individuals who know these crossable places.

Bash is one of them.

So Bash starts crossing the river with Zabuzab......

"Is that it? Husband, are we going to cross here?

Zell stopped me.

"Is there a problem?

"No, I mean the problem..."

Now is the time when the long and long war is over and everyone is getting the most out of their own country.

There are no other countries looking to attack at the moment.

Elves are no exception.

It was only shortly after the war was over that I was running my eyes bloody and staring at the border with the oak, but after I found out that the oak was not coming out, I became less alert along the border.

Of course, once in a while, the haphazard oak comes out, so I'm not at all alert...

Especially since this river Ammet is on the border with Humans.

Humans and elves were in good relations, sometimes a country rich in each other, or even less secure than the border with Oak.

Perhaps you can enter the wrinkle forest without anyone finding you.

"If you don't get in through the barracks properly, you're gonna get mad at me, right?

"... is that what this is all about?

"That's what it is!

but how many guards, at least, the border is the border, and the elves are wary that the orcs will come to their territory.

If you came through the checkpoint you set up because of it, it would still be a problem if you came across the river.

"Right...... so what do I do?

Until then, Bash has lived with little, if any, dignified entry directly from the front through the road.

It came all the way through roadless roads, beast paths and hidden passages.

Because of this, they try to pass the path that is hard to find with nature.

"If you go south from here, there's a bridge. I'm gonna go through there."

Copy that.

Bash nodded and began to head south down the river.

This is what Zell says, so I'm sure there's no doubt about it.

"... Still, you've changed a lot here"

After a while, Zell said it was puffy.

Bash also looks around when he says he's here.

Blue and lush trees, transparent rivers, sounds heard, about a spiral of salad and running water.

Fishing by the river and spending even a nap would be great.

"Right."

But the river Ammet, which the bashes knew, was not like this.

To curb Lizardman's reinforcements, the river was pinned downstream, with less than half the water now, and a narrow river width.

The colour of the river was stained black by the battles waged in the stifled places, and the bodies flowed every few minutes.

The trees were also burning cusps, broken, and withered in the aftermath of the battle.

I always heard a noise from somewhere far away.

To the oak walklay, elf magic chants, explosion sounds and sword triumphs.

I couldn't even hear the sound of the river's spiral.

"No, you're not. I haven't changed. It's back to normal."

"Oh no, my husband sounds like a poet today! But you're right! This is what forests are for! You shouldn't be like this! Blue and lush trees, clear river spirals, beautiful flower gardens, cheerful sun! I really don't feel good about flying around these woods!

"Well, you say things like normal fairies, too."

"Hey! Husband, that's not true! It's like I'm not a regular fairy! Speaking of me, it's like a fairy in a fairy! Fairy The Fairy! If I'm not Fairy, who the hell is Fairy! Well, I'm not here because I'm tired of living like a normal fairy!

"Huh...... hmm?

Talking to, for example, Bash's nose, he smelled uncomfortable.

Smells like meat.

Most of all, it's not normal meat.

Meat I'm used to sniffing, but not wanting to sniff.

Smell of rotten meat.

Plus, the smell of rotten meat you can't eat.

Oak has a sturdy stomach enough to eat even rotten meat in some circumstances.

But even with an oak like that, there's something I don't eat.

It's people's meat.

Of course people are not just oaks, but also meat from other races.

Ethics also exists in orcs.

Before the war, other races apparently ate fine, but contending with each other as human beings probably sprouted a sense of the same organism.

……

There was something awkward on the other side of the river as Bash toured his sight.

When I stared, that was the meat.

White brown and purple marble patterned meat, so corrupt that it seems to unravel as it is, but it retains its wonder and shape.

It's a human form.

Meat in the shape of a completely rotten person.

You look like a zombie.

"Oh, he's a zombie"

The zombie, glancing at the bash, shimmered his red eyes and leapt towards the river.

And he ran towards Bash.

Zombies, for some reason, hate the living.

When we find the living, they attack us and try to take that life.

I don't know why.

Jealousy of those who have 'life' that they themselves have lost, or is that what the God of Death ordered again...

Zombies follow that habit and run towards the bash......

He fell into the river with Dobon, and was flushed away.

"Get out of here, man."

"Sounds like it."

After the war, or even during the war, undead appeared in various places.

Zombies and skeletons were more prevalent, especially in the fierce war zones.

The theory is that strong grudges and those with untrained are more prone to undead.

In fact, the land that has become a war zone has many places such as "If we lose here, it is a crisis of national survival".

The warriors fought in temper, and died.

You can't die. It's a fight, and you're dead.

Mouthless, regrettable, indestructible.

Therefore, there will be many undead.

The wrinkle forest was exactly that kind of land.

So it's not unusual for a zombie to appear.

Zombies themselves are not uncommon in today's world in the first place.

Even in oak countries, zombies and skeletons emerge.

The kind of undead is not just the oak, but also the humans and elves who were attacking the oak country.

Fairy nations also rarely appear undead of species that were attacking Fairy nations, such as humans and elves.

Then you'll be out in the human country, and naturally you'll be out in the elf country.

Fairy zombies, by the way, have not emerged so far.

Faeries who spend their days in chaos don't leave untrained.

"Let's go"

"Sort of."

Therefore the bashes, too, saw the zombies earlier, went through and hurried to the border to the elves.

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The bridge at the barracks was just built two years ago.

the border of the Elf-Human kingdom, which is why it is called the Ellman Bridge.

In the future, so that transactions may flourish between elves and human countries, and in the hope of friendship between elves and human beings.

Built in front of such a building, this bridge is sturdy in stone and is large enough for two carriages to be different.

In fact, the deal between the elves and the humans is flourishing, with a merchant carriage passing once an hour.

Once an hour.

Never many.

Well, even if I say it's booming, it's still time to invigorate domestic commerce in every country, so that's what it is.

There is only one pass per hour, so there are only two watchmen.

I suppose it should be set up that it is a tariff, but there was still no clear arrangement among the four races alliance to do so.

The war is too long, and no one knows what they were doing before the war broke out and what to do in the future.

Of course, during the war, we did not tax our support supplies to our allies or anything like that.

If it had been hypothetical, a country per Beast that could not afford money would have collapsed.

Whatever it is, it will take more than a decade for problems to arise in such places, and the law will be developed.

Now, between the elves and the humans, and hence between the Confederations of the Four Races, there is a loose national traffic like that......

"Hey, stop! You're an oak! Who are you! Why are you from Human Country? What's the purpose! Say it!"

Except for the Seven Race Union.

Especially against the oak, he has been hypersensitive due to repeated violent clashes during the end of the war.

The presence of Guru Oak, which from time to time flows from the land of oak, was also applauded by it.

Savage, lawless orcs always annoy other countries.

So Bash, naturally, was bowed from two young elves.

"My name is Bash. I'm traveling looking for something. More than a human general, Houston, I heard and came here with information that I might have what I was looking for."

"Bash? From General Houston...?

Two male elves staring at the bash.

I guess it's a young elf.

You weren't in the war, or as much as you were in military service at the end of the war.

Otherwise, you shouldn't have shuddered when you heard Bash's name, nor would you have put Bash inside the time frame in the first place.

The warring elves blend into the woods, hide themselves, and never get inside the oak intervals, while making a statement of intent that they can kill.

Only recruits don't.

"Hey, are you listening?

"No, I'm not listening. I can't believe the orcs are coming."

"You just asked for information, and you're not just a traveler?

"Then can I let you through?

"But don't let the haphazard oak through... is it haphazard?

"You can't tell the difference."

To Bash's grandeur, the two begin to deceive as soon as possible.

If it's a haphazard oak, it's what hits you when you stop.

Or, without having to call it off, he comes in with Walkley and goes straight into battle.

Just because it's not, I don't think it might be a detached oak......

But it was also possible that the orc in front of me was lying.

It's not easy to judge.

"Hey, you two, this husband isn't a detached oak!

Zell is the one who squeaks out there.

Zell began his speech magnificently as he flew around in front of the elf.

"This is the awe-inspiring hero of Orc, Bash! Big dignitary in the Orc Country! Exactly! VIP! So many of you are traveling, so naturally you have permission from Oak King! Call this guy Oak. Then all the Oaks in Oak Country will be Oaks! Come on, I want you to clear the way!

Then the words praising Bash were lined up without deviation from Zell's mouth.

The strongest, invincible, unobtrusive, fierce... The young men of the elves glanced at the line of words that seemed to frequent when the elderly elves spoke to themselves.

"You know what?

"You don't know anything about an orc celebrity. I thought you were lying.

"Suspicious."

"Oh, it's really suspicious. Can you believe what Fairy said?"

Elves have this adage.

"Fairy directions are the source of major burns".

There was once an elf traveler.

During his journey, he noticed a hole in the water bottle.

The hole in the water bottle is immediately blocked, but there is no more water that has spilled.

As his throat wandered through the woods in search of caracallas, his head fluttering, and his source of water, Fairey appeared and said:

"This way, this way, there's water! There's so much! There's definitely one!

The elf traveler believed this word and went after Fairey.

Then there was certainly a water field.

The young man in the elf jumped into the water with joy and courage.

The next moment, the elf screamed.

I didn't realize it at first, but the water was a hot spring.

Seeing an elf with burns all over her body, Fairey said she laughed Kerakera.

In short, fairies only say the right things, so they shouldn't be the material to make important decisions.

Most of all, it was only recently that such adage spread.

There was no room for that in a wartime elf country.

Daikanya, I guess being fooled by these fairies during the war gave rise to those adage.

Either way, there was no sign that the two elves would step aside.

"You mean you won't let me through?

"That's right! Don't think the oak flair will get you into the Elf Country!

"Mmmm..."

When that happens, Bash gets in trouble, too.

If I were here without any information, I would have changed direction slightly, "Well, why don't you go to another country?"

But now it's working on that Houston the Pig Killer info.

Bash thought there must be a beautiful elf in this wrinkle forest that would make him his own wife.

Given the purpose of the journey, we can't let this go through.

Of course, this is not a big name because it is an individual purpose.

It's no reason to push through.

Nevertheless, bash couldn't pull back either if it meant he would be denied entry simply because he was an oak.

Because there is no such sentence as' do not welcome any oak 'in the treaty with the Elf country.

Bash doesn't fall for it.

"Hey, you guys, what are you doing? Don't block the way!

And one carriage wanted to go through there.

It's a carriage from Human Country to Elf Country.

As the carriage stood right behind the bash, the man sitting on your podium shouted so.

To Sarah's blonde hair, a man with long ears...... he was an elf.

Seeing you dressed similarly to a border guard soldier, it would be military.

"I said I wanted to enter the Elves' country, but I couldn't get them through."

"Hmm? Orc......?

Upon acknowledging Bash's appearance, he sent an astonishing gaze.

But I immediately changed my gaze towards the guards.

It would be quicker to talk to a guard in your own country than an orc who might not be good at it.

"Hey, what do you mean, explain it!

"Ha!"

Apparently, the man on your stand was better than the border guard.

When the two elf soldiers moved upright, they began to explain the situation.

That all of a sudden the oak shows up and says he wants to enter the country because he has something to look for.

That we have a suspicious fairy together.

That he claims to be just a traveler, not a haphazard oak.

But I don't care what you think, it's suspicious, so that it was closed to traffic.

"Oak there, is the story true now?

"True. I'm not an orc."

"Can you swear?

"Let us swear by the great Oak King Nemesis"

And he exhaled unto the word, saying, Woe unto me.

He knew what an oak oath meant.

The only person who can make this declaration is a handful of warriors, even in the oak society, who are more than Warrior Warriors (Great Warlord), and that swearing in the name of the oak king means accepting the death penalty as well if it were a lie.

This means that the oak in front of you is someone with a position in the oak country and that the oak king is committed to such a person leaving the country.

Nevertheless, then another question emerges.

Why, he's here.

What the hell is searching for...

If you don't know that, shouldn't you let it through......

"Okay, nothing, just let him through."

It was not you who said so.

The statement came from inside the carriage.

It was a woman's voice.

"The war is over, and Orc is keeping his word. I do have detached oaks once in a while... but if you're a decent traveler with permission from Oak King, you don't have to be izzy, do you?

Bash's chest rattled cum on an unexpected help boat.

The clear voice of an elf woman always attracts orcs.

"But Dear Sonia, I've never even heard of orcs traveling."

"It's been three years since the war. Even the orcs are about to go on a journey. Besides, if the Nemesis guy allowed it, it wouldn't be a detachment. Huh?"

"I don't have a statement, can you believe it?

"Huh? You, you don't know what it means for an orc to come up with the name Oak King?

"I know, but haunted oaks are people who can't obey the orders of the oak kings... so there's a chance they're saying something out of their mouths."

"There is! But think about it. If Oak really wanted to get into the country, he could just sneak across the Ammet River. That's what all the hazy oaks have done so far, right? That's what I'm talking about, coming straight from the front, giving you Oak King and Houston names and letting me in, right? It's that Houston, from The Pork Killer. I don't care if you're lying to me, I'm gonna give you a little better name, okay? Huh?"

"Hmmm, sure...... if that's what Sonia says. Hey, you guys, make way for him!

When your men said so, the elf soldiers immediately grazed their bows and gave way to Bash, saying, "Go ahead."

Upon confirmation thereof, he whips into the horse.

The carriage ran past the bash and began to make its way through the bridge.

Bash gave way to the carriage, while looking up and saying a word,

"Thank you"

And I told him.

It was not you who replied.

"Mm, never mind! This is a peaceful time!

It was a beautiful elf woman who showed her face through the window of the carriage.

High nose, long cut blue eyes, pointed jaw, long ears.

His face is small and his chest is small like an elf.

Probably Maggie. He is dressed to hold down his sarcastic blonde hair with a huge hat, and his outfit is an elf-like dark green robe.

"I look great, too, so... Goddamn it!

The woman with her face out of the carriage jumped as soon as she saw Bash's face.

As it was, he struck his brain at the window frame of the carriage and faded out into the carriage with the crushed voice of a frog.

I could only hear the dull sound of Gong once more in the carriage, but at the same time the carriage stomped on stone and made a loud noise with Gacon, so the sound would not have been heard by your Lord.

The woman probably passed out in the carriage, but no one is aware of it.

Or at normal times, Bash would have noticed.

But now he was nowhere near that.

"How beautiful..."

Elf woman I haven't seen in a long time.

That, too, is just a beautiful elf with such a flair as an elf.

Bash was distracted by her as if she had embodied the ideals of an elf woman.

Oh, how beautiful the elf woman is.

I've never seen it decent because I've been an enemy before, but it's just the ideal.

Human beings, no matter how beautiful a woman is, are somewhere round, but the elves don't have it.

It has the beauty of a knife that is unplugged.

Both are hard to throw away.

But if you say it in terms of beauty, it's definitely an elf.

After all, what Houston was saying was true.

My goddess said she was in the land.

"Is that...? Elves now, like you've seen them somewhere?

Zell had his neck clenched, but that didn't matter to Bash.

We had to get along as fast as possible with the elf woman and get to town.