Orc Hero Story - Legend of Degree

Town of Wrinkle Forest, Elf Country.

As Bash stepped in there, he was surrounded by guards as soon as possible.

But when Bash named him grand, when one of the guards said, "I just heard from you that Sonia was allowed to enter the country," the guards muttered, "That's Sonia," "I know some of you think... what a broad heart," etc., and dissolved.

Bash walked into town while thanking you for your beautiful elf who helped him at the border.

Unlike the town of Humans, which combines stones and trees, the only way to make an elf town is with trees.

The entrance to the town is lined with inns, shops, etc. to welcome guests from outside, along with humans.

The difference is that there are castles and mansions near the centre of the town of Humans, whereas in the centre of the town of Elves stands a tree as thick as Bash made a circle with about thirty hands together?

The high class elves make a building on its trees and live there.

The name of this tree is Wrinkle.

The name of the tree remains the name of the forest, and hence of the town.

It's the colorful houses of red and yellow that popped into the eyes of the bashes who entered the town.

"The town of Elves has changed a lot."

Bash looked at it and snapped so puffy.

During the war, Bash had attacked several elf settlements.

Elf's houses in Bash's memory were always covered with nets bracketed with branches and green and brown camouflage cloths.

At first glance, the exact number and size of the building, as well as the fact that there was even a building there, was so difficult to discern.

"Uh-huh, you look a lot like a flower garden! The war is over, so the elves woke up stylish, too, huh?

"You just won't have to hide the town anymore. Under the camouflage, it's the same color from the beginning."

"Hmmm... Still, there are a lot of other races"

"Right."

As Bash walked down the road, he was seen with a lot of non-elf species.

Familiar humans, beasts with hairy and distinctive noses, dwarves with low back lengths and mustaches...... mainly from countries that were a coalition of four races, but no matter how many enclaves, it is rare to have so many other races.

By the way, the most people are human beings.

Moreover, for some reason, elf heterosexuality was often stuck beside the human side.

This is a pretty rare sight.

Exclusive elves allow so many human minds, etc.

Something's wrong with me.

Bash's exceptional combative inquiry had told him so.

Something's wrong.

"Sort of. It's more like an elf. It's like fighting."

Speaking of elves, exclusive and aggressive.

On top of that, it is said that in secrecy, other races who have broken into their territory move immediately to eliminate them.

Apart from the last decade, the elves apparently even refused to allow troops of other races to stay in town, even if they were allies.

Even so, the town is full of other races.

It's also strange that Bash put him in town easily.

No matter how great a voice there was, such as putting the oak inside so easily...

"Maybe it's a festival too! I'm gonna ask you something!

Zell flies toward the couple, not to mention auspicious days.

Bash watched the people walking down the street without stopping it.

For him, watching an elf woman is because that's all it takes to maintain his eyes.

Looking at the people going on the road with carefree eyes, Bash realized there was.

Elves are full of women.

Although there are some male elves, that number is small.

But when it comes to people walking down the street being all women, it's not.

The non-elf races were mostly male.

Moreover, the men of other races were often in arms or hands with elves.

The female elf with the man looks at the man with a truly happy look.

It's a sight where the word "friendly" applies exactly as it does.

Some female elves who walk amicably with men are making their stomachs pound and swell.

I'm pregnant.

When a man looks happy, it's apparently his turn.

Elves with men of other races.

By the way, many of the single female elves who see it had cloudy eyes like dead fish.

Caged resentment and hatred, stared eyes.

It's an eye I've seen many times during the war.

But the war is over, in a town with so much peaceful air, why...?

……

There are constant doubts.

Bash walked down the street in surprise.

Then, in a park-like place, he discovered three elf women stood up to one human man.

"I'm a good cook, and I've been told to be careful. It's true."

"I like you the most. That's all I'm gonna lose."

"I'm the type to do my best, if you marry me, I'll never make you regret it"

To such a verbal complaint, a man, while stretching his nose all the way down, says, "Hey, I'm here. I can't really pick it out."

It is indeed an enviable sight.

From Bash's eyes, the three elf women were stunning.

Everyone is slutty, in the eye of a slice length, beautiful blonde......

Each had a scratch on his face, no about two fingers, or one eye crushed, but from the bash, it couldn't be negative.

Body wounds are a testament to fighting through a long war. A warrior's pride.

She looks fit, gassy for an elf, sturdy, and likely to have a healthy child.

You won't regret any of them as your wife.

Bash thought that if he were you, he would just pick one and abandon his virginity and live a happy family life.

Well, it was just annoying to think about it.

"... ah?

and one of the elves noticed Bash's gaze.

"What?

As soon as I did, her pupils stuck like killers.

At the next moment, the three of them turned against Bash at the same time.

Killing air mixes all at once.

"Hey, what are you trying to do? It's not like you have cancer when you're an oak."

"Did you interact with the 31st Independent Detachment of the Elf Nation? I came in here somewhere in the first place. Oh, it doesn't look like it's coming off."

"Well, I've never seen it on one of these guys, have I?

"I don't know. There's no way you can tell the orcs from each other... No, but have you seen them somewhere?

"Aren't you the battalion leader or something? Just not armored."

Suddenly leopard, Bash was slightly confused.

But I thought it was more like an elf warrior.

Yes. This is still how the elves have to be. Exclusive and offensive. It's just about as good as biting me when I see other species.

I don't sound familiar with the troop name of the 31st Independence Squad in the Elf Country, but I guess they are just surviving wars, living warriors.

"Sorry, I was just wondering"

"Ah? What?"

"Why are the three elves taking on one human being?"

……

The three elf women looked at each other pompously.

But after a few seconds or so, he turned bright red on his face and stood up, staring at the bash.

"You're selling fights. Oh?

"Do I look like I'm disappointed in the hyena, huh?

"You're getting slaughtered, you're right"

Stuck all the way to the distance where I just grabbed my chest, Bash twitched.

"No..."

From the three elves, what a nice smell.

Moreover, they are wearing clothes with high skin exposure for elves, with white shoulders and a peek in the chest.

If you get so stuffed, the groin of the bash could get bigger too.

Bash answers their questions as they step back about half a step.

"I'm not going to. If you want to sell fights, sell them more plainly."

"Heh, it was a lot easier for us to sell fights, huh? Ah?"

"I'm sorry about that. It's just that I've just come to this country and there's so much I don't know. Why are there so many men of other races walking with elf women..."

When Bash honestly said that, the elf women looked at each other again and said, "Seriously?" He looked.

And I'm going to look at Bash's face again.

In that hot gaze, Bash's chest pounded.

Even on the battlefield, it would have been rare for your heart rate to get so high.

"Chip, seriously, you don't seem to understand."

"Ha... like I want to"

One shrugs his shoulder and one sighs.

And the last one, sissy bash, paid by hand.

"If that's the case, I'll miss it. Go. Don't let them bust you."

"... ok. Excuse me."

Bash left the scene unfortunately.

I wanted to have a little more conversation with these elf women.

I wanted to know why I was working with one human, and more importantly, the voice of an elf woman is comfortable. It should be noted that even if the dos are tight.

But you can't just tell me to go and not obey.

If I stay here any longer, I'll be in a fight.

Bash is an oak. I wouldn't hesitate to buy it if they sold me a fight.

But it's not the fight that I want Bash for. They're married.

Even if I won the fight, it was obvious I couldn't marry them.

"Yes, no... sorry, I, uh, don't seem to fit in a bit with you guys, so let me just excuse you here, ha-ha..."

"Uh, wait, wait. It's not what it is! Really!"

"Really! No, Orc, because a man who doesn't like it will soon fight and crush... yes, he tried to protect you."

"I could fight a dragon if it was for you. It's true, because I'm a woman who does everything."

I heard that question from behind, but Bash doesn't look back.

If you didn't buy a fight, it's manners to leave the scene without looking back no matter what you're told.

For Orcs, looking back and looking at them is synonymous with saying, "I knew I'd buy that fight."

By the way, the side that sells fights is also something that repeats the provocation because I want you to buy it.

"... Phew"

After getting far enough from the elves, Bash deposited his back in a tree that was on the side of the road.

There are things I don't know.

Men of other races walking around the town of elves for some reason.

For some reason less elf men.

Elf women flocking to men of other races for some reason......

Nevertheless, if you look closely, it seemed that a lot of people walking with men of other races were ex-soldiers.

Overall, my hips are sharp and my movements are creaking. Many people have physical defects.

Is it also some sort of festival wrapped around the army......

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

When Bash thought so, some glowing object flew in from the front.

The flying object stuck to the face of Betali and Bash as they flew straight towards Bash.

"Hey, hey, hey! Sir! It's gonna be tough! It's gonna be tough!

It is Zell.

Sa 'Alan. Not so, such as an unarmed flying object that sticks purposefully in Bash's face.

"What's up?

"Shit, it turns out! It sucks! Magiyabais!

Bash heard again that he would peel off the fairy sticking to his face.

Fairey looked exquisite, hard to say both bright blue and bright red.

I'm sure you're upset.

He seems excited at the same time.

It is unusual for this fairy to disturb my mind so far.

All the weather, all the easy-going zel, rushing, sticking it in Bash's face, etc.

Even during the war, how many times... sure, just this battle in the wrinkle forest... no, it was before that, in the battle of Sandrion Hill, but certainly in the battle of Honey Forest... was it surprising...

Either way, when Zell panicked like this, it was always when a serious fact was discovered.

When Oak's clan chief Baraben died, when Demon King Gedigz was debated, when Killerby Queen, who was conspired against, was eaten by his daughter...... and a few others.

They were all shocking, all tragic news that weakened them.

What happened?

"Calm down."

Bash grabs the flying fairy and calms it down, listening.

What will they hear?

But it doesn't matter what they ask.

Bash is an oak hero.

Whatever the unfavourable battle, I'm ready.

Even if that battle is desperate, I'm prepared to fight and scatter like an oak.

But if it has nothing to do with the battle, it feels hard.

No way, something to Oak King Nemesis...?

There's a crisis in Oak Country?

Anxiously irritated, Bash listens.

"What happened?

"Oh, my God, oh, my God! Now in the land of elves…"

Stay excited, Fairey said.

Shocking facts.

Answer any questions you may have.

"Sounds like a boom to marry a Fae!

It was terrible good news.