Orc Hero Story - Legend of Degree

It is a well-known fact that disarmament took place in various countries after the war.

As well as the defeated countries, the victorious countries also made adjustments to drop their troops up to a determined amount in order not to cause the next war.

Even to a determined amount, but compared to that of a defeated country, it is the difference between cloud mud.

The Shiwanashi Forest Army is an army placed under the assumption of an armed bee of oak and a human invasion.

Humans and oaks, two battalions are deployed, considering invasions from each country.

Its troop strength is about 1200.

The First Battalion is a battalion dominated by archers, with more than 700 men.

The second battalion is a battalion dominated by magicians, with more than 500 men.

It is not limited to the Elf Army, but those who remain in the Army even though disarmament has taken place, are the natural soldiers who can only fight, or the elites who have been bought their abilities and pulled from the military make up the majority.

That is, the national armies in the present situation are the elite among the elites.

In particular, the Elf Army, because of its long life expectancy, is less conscious of preparing for the next generation like a human being.

Recruits rarely existed, and there were veterans who fought through them until the end of the war.

Five hundred elites fought through a fierce battle during the end of the war.

However, it is an exaggerated number of zombies.

I don't care how rich there are, because a hundred people is enough.

But let's just say it was a competent choice, mixed with the prudence of never insulting the enemy and the harshness of being sure to crush him.

Now, it was reconnaissance that arrived at the scene of the zombie outbreak and was conducted by Lieutenant General Kinsenka, the head of the Second Battalion.

The reconnaissance is carried out using ten platoons.

The reconnaissance team scatters radially around the main unit, carving a magic formation every 100 metres.

This magic formation is one that detects a motion reaction of 50 meters around and loses its potency in a matter of minutes.

The battalion advances fifty meters after being checked safe by the magic formation and calls back the reconnaissance team.

Once again, the returned scouts scatter radially, engraving the magic formation.

Do this until you receive an enemy.

"Reported from Arrow 3, enemy spotted. Zombie 5, Skeleton 3"

Destroy it.

As soon as we discover the enemy, the scouts turn into guerrillas, working with the main unit to sandwich or siege. Destroy each.

This series of streams is a traditional Elf tactic, called 'Elf Arrow'.

"Enemy Admiral Found From Arrow 6. Rich 1. Zombies, skeletons both over a hundred!

"All right, destroy Rich, destroy both the undead."

"Elf Arrow" also has a few weaknesses.

However, as a tactic used to exorcise zombies, it was also said to be the optimal solution.

"Thank you, Master Sandersonia"

"Mm, let it be! If it's about rich, I've exorcised it many times! I can afford it!"

Thundersonia's confident voice echoes through the woods.

To the words of an elf hero, the morale of the battalion rises.

Three years, it hasn't been a long time, battalion-sized battle......

But it's okay.

The opponent is a swarm of zombies.

We fought through that war and survived the elite.

Besides, we have Thundersonia.

Even if it's a disadvantage, a hero will give it a fight.

We win.

The anxiety that was not in the elves is dispelled, except the breasts roar.

Then it's like a mere parade of zombie extermination.

"All armies, attack initiated!

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!"

The shouts rose and the Elves began their attack.

The elves carried out the operation with a good chance.

Enough force, enough skill.

The commander was brilliant and alert. Morale is high, and no fool rushes to war.

I know the weakness of the undead, and I took a tactic in line with that weakness.

There are no losing elements or anything.

If there was only one miscalculation...

Before the end of the war, where did you forget who died in the wrinkle forest?

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Meanwhile, around that time.

A painting of a dark wrinkle forest.

Even quieter shade as the elves continue their reconnaissance without sound.

The ground of such a place thrived.

Something came out of the ground.

Something about it rose as it bottomed down the damp soil.

Make it about three meters tall.

The giant tribe is so shadowy.

The shadow was man-shaped, and in the part of the eye there was a shimmering red light.

It is a zombie.

When the zombie got up, he never paid any dirt, looked around, looked at a certain point, and stopped moving.

"Oh, oh, you see, warriors!

Voices echo in the wrinkle forest.

Low, cracked, a voice as if it had arrived even from the bottom of hell.

"You look solid to me! That's the army of hate elves! I couldn't see that day, lurking in the darkness and being a coward's back!

In my lifetime, I guess I was the owner of a tremendous body.

Nearly three meters, the giant tribe also became a giant, rotten, worn out, yet thick arms, thick feet that could be seen to have been steel-like muscles.

Though the left hand does not exist before the elbow, the right hand is gripped with a hammer of steel so huge that it can only be considered an iron mass.

Wrapped them in rusty armor, the zombie laughs.

"Oh, look! Behold! Isn't that a wonderful view! That's what you guys would think!

When.

Only when, behind him, stood a zombie.

Not one or two.

Hundreds of massive zombie herds.

Many of them already had no eyeballs.

But something red and suspicious was securing their sight.

Everyone was pointing in the same direction.

At night, in his sight, he reflected an army of hateful elves.

"Let's laugh! We can snowflake our defeat once, to this delight!

The zombie lifted a steel hammer.

Slightly late, the zombies also lift each weapon.

Broken, crushed, rusty swords and axes.

Prey as if it had been buried in the soil for years.

But in its prey, the red light still dwelt suspiciously.

"And let's thank you! You gave us a second chance, to that little witty Gandaguza!

There are no voices from the surrounding zombies.

Most zombies don't say a word.

At best, it is to the extent of groaning, such as "uh" or "uh-huh".

Is a zombie capable of uttering a word a high-ranking being...

Alternatively, it is a well-trained zombie.

"Isn't it even remorseful! I treated Gandaguza coldly and didn't try to get my opinion to the end, to this self!

They understood.

Now we should do something covert.

He said we should start acting quietly and tailor the opponent without sound.

Yes, as the army of elves once did to us.

My brain is already rotten and I don't have the power to think.

But the flesh remembered.

A broken neck, a torn heart, a perforated lung, I understood.

He said it was our turn next.

"March! Warriors! Let's trample the hate elves together!

In the words of a giant zombie, the zombies began to move.

Quickly, then quietly.

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To "it," the first thing I noticed was a reconnaissance hunter who was restoring magic at the rear of the unit.

Its long ears captured the footsteps approaching from the rear.

Well, you shouldn't have any allies behind you.

If so, have you also been reinforced from the town of Shiwanashi Forest?

Or has it also been a decree?

I thought so, and what I saw in the eyes of the elf looking back was the appearance of an oak zombie, moving his rotten body at an unusual rate.

The scout hunter was a 50-year veteran.

I realized that the oak zombie was one of the few assassins in the oak, and I could confirm that the color of the rotten body was slightly yellow.

And I could also understand in an instant that the dagger Orc had in his hand would be inescapable and pierced in his throat.

"Teshi-ku."

The voice was speechless.

A dagger slit his throat and scattered blood instead of his voice.

While the elf was mortally wounded, he tried to find out who the oak zombie appeared from behind.

Where did it emerge from and where did it hide?

……

Elf's eyes move to find some information.

And I found it.

Behind oak zombies.

There was a massive swarm of looming zombies.

One of the herds raises a single flag.

Flags that are worn out and no longer hold the prototype.

But the flag was, indeed, something I had seen.

Once sunk in the wrinkle forest, of the Great General of Oak......

"Gee..."

That much I remembered, Assassin's dagger swept through the medulla oblongata, and Elf's consciousness vanished.

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"Enemy behind your back!? How many!?

"Ha! Thought I wouldn't need a thousand!

"... the damage!?

"Half the scout hunters are dead... the damage is immense"

Lieutenant General Kinsenka opened his eyes to reports from his men.

All of a sudden, a bunch of zombies appear behind it.

By the time I realized it, most of the scout hunters recovering from their magic had died and become irreplaceable.

It was an arrow-tipped event, where a zombie led by Rich in the front was found to be about 300, and he was turning his mind on how to exterminate and defeat Rich without losing his army's power.

It was too late to notice.

Because he thought he couldn't have missed as many as 1,000 troops, he was putting his guard behind him.

"No way, from where?

"All of a sudden, it just sprang up..."

"Knock."

Lieutenant General Kinsenka was in a hurry.

The number of enemies is high.

I don't even know where it came from.

Surprised, the damage done by the allies is immense.

If we find ourselves in these situations, what we need to do is retreat.

Only to escape without one or two and without outside hearings.

……

Retreat.

That's Kinsenka's decision.

But Kinsenka's sixth sense complained that it was dangerous.

If we start retreating, we'll literally be wiped out.

……

It came to Kinsenka's brain about a hundred years ago.

When Kinsenka was still not a lieutenant general, but a lieutenant colonel.

Lieutenant General Kissage, the father of Kinsenka, found himself in a similar situation.

Lt. Gen. Kissage was said to be the fastest General in the Elf Army, with the speed of judgment pulled out by placing him in the Elf Army at the time.

That's when the enemy comes under strangulation and instructs us to retreat.

It was besieged and wiped out.

Kinsenka watched the whole thing from the top of the hill.

So I know.

There was no mistake in Kissage's retreat when he was pinched.

Under that circumstance, I made the exact most correct choice.

However, the enemy moved as if they knew the xagee would.

"Why are you running that way," Kinsenka yelled again and again as she looked from above.

Eventually Xaghe lost his escape and was wiped out.

This time, it smells the same as then.

We have to retreat.

But if you go in the wrong direction, you'll be wiped out.

But now, where do I run away?

In stone terms, it would be a good idea to beat and crush the forward rich while keeping the enemy behind you with minimal force, and retreat to break through as it is.

Discover and defeat Rich at the fastest. It's the perfect solution to the undead.

But the enemy came from behind.

When that happens, the forward rich comes out with the possibility of being fake.

Is Rich in front or behind?

Running away is in the direction of Rich.

Defeat is determined at the point of removal.

With Rich, the undead will resurrect as much as they want.

It is the pinnacle of stupidity, such as attempting a breakthrough against an infinite enemy.

It would allow for prolonged pinching and would cause enormous damage.

Yes, like Lieutenant General Kissage once did.

……

Kinsenka thinks.

In the first place, who's giving this instruction?

The commander of the undead is Rich.

But wasn't Rich supposed to have been forward?

Right now, I have to give instructions to withdraw, but I have too much information to give instructions.

"Lieutenant General! Instructions!

Kinsenka can't give instructions.

Time is precious.

If we don't move now, the siege will shrink every second and even the last escape will be lost.

I have to command something, even if I'm wrong.

While I know that, words don't come out......

"Hey, Kingboy!

So I heard him calling Lieutenant General Kinsenka.

There is only one warring lieutenant general, such as those who call him the same as he did in childhood.

Looking back, there was one magician there.

A single elf dressed in a green robe with blonde hair.

"Dear Sonia..."

"Zombies are probably hiding in the dirt and they came out anticipating us passing by! I'm with you when I was Xataro! They're pretty organized!

When she found Sandersonia's figure, Kinsenka realized herself in a heartbeat.

Elf hero.

Beside it was also the figure of her amulet nephew Trikabuto.

My nephew is a talkative man, but now he is silent.

He also had no heart or an anxious look on his face.

He is a civilian and has little experience on the battlefield. I guess I've never been in these predicaments.

"I know! But there's an escape..."

"Don't think hard! It's in the hands of the enemy!

"Nevertheless, if you think about it, it's your father's two dances!

"Idiot! Who do you think we have here!

Sandersonia strained her thin chest.

Hearing that, Kinsenka remembered.

Yes, it's Sandersonia here.

Elf's Great Magic Thundersonia.

A useful actor who made himself a rare magician manipulating a thousand sorceries and ended the war.

Elf hero.

The most powerful wizard.

"I will open a breakthrough, and I will finally serve as your lord! Don't worry, I'll definitely give it back to you!

……

"You, I just got a pretty wife. What! The war is over, and you shouldn't die here! You're definitely gonna have to go home! And everyone else, you have to take responsibility for it! Nice!"

Kinsenka felt the words make her hot.

Oh, yeah.

This guy always does.

I have been since I was a child.

I think of the whole elf like a family, and I remember everyone's name.

Sometimes, I take the initiative to step forward and protect everyone.

That's why I'm an elf hero.

Everyone listens to her. Seriously.

"Hey, you got it!? Answer me!

"Ha! Okay! This Kinsenka, we're taking everyone out!

"Okay, well said! Then we're breaking through!

The question is which way to break through, but Kinsenka was already ready.

It doesn't matter which way you go if the elf hero says he will fight with all his might.

Then it is decided.

Someone with a house.

"All armies forward! We're gonna break through an army of zombies that showed up on the back!

"Ha!"

My men run out.

Orders were given.

Kinsenka is no longer lost.

Defeat Rich if he is in the direction of going, and if he was the other way around, at a later date, put together a guaranteed number of soldiers to win, and fight again.

My men will die quite a few times.

I am definitely taken responsibility and demoted.

I might be discharged as it is.

But still, total annihilation is avoided.

If we don't destroy it and bring the information back to our country, we win.

Elves win.

There's no such thing as losing every zombie.

"Attack initiated!

The sound of the elf echoed.

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It wasn't until Kinsenka started the retreat that she noticed the enemy's bias.

There is no substitute for an army of undead, even when it comes to bias.

Skeletons and Zombies, Rayce's Herd......

No big guy like Vampire or Durahan, but if Rich is an army to manipulate, that's no surprise.

Rich is the top undead, but only the lowest undead, about skeletons and zombies, can revive him.

The problem is, it's not there.

Skeletons and zombie races.

In other words, the original species of corpse.

That's...

"... isn't it just the oak"

Kinsenka snapped as she stood on the front line herself and struck a bursting fireball into an impending herd of zombies.

Oak zombies, or oak skeletons.

The army of zombies consisted almost exclusively of oak bodies.

Race, who flies from time to time, is often the one who looks like Fairey, but the oak is also rare.

No, that's not weird in itself.

This is a wrinkle forest.

Oak and Elf are the last heavily contested war zones.

The increase in oak zombies is a natural flow.

But Kinsenka had a bad feeling.

Wrinkle Forest.

enemies from behind that gushed abruptly.

A controlled move for a zombie.

And if you look closely... if you look closely, the Oak Zombies wore the same armor.

They were all worn out, hard to discern, but they are certainly the same armor.

The weapon also had a sense of unity.

And Kinsenka had seen them.

I won't forget, it was over three years ago.

"All right, Kingbo! Sounds like we could break through this!

Thundersonia next door didn't seem to notice.

She was quickly cleaving the enemy formation and moving her troops forward, exercising more awesome sorcery than anyone else.

Every time she waved her wand, the thunderlight worthy of the name ran, turning the zombies into charcoal, the skeletons into bone powder, and the reis into smoke.

Elf's hero deserves it, but Kinsenka also knows this big lady is missing somewhere.

"No, ma'am, I don't like anything..."

"Don't say Big Lady! I'll tear your men apart about the last time you onesho!? Are you sure!? Ahem!?

"And excuse me. But Master Sonia. I have a bad feeling about something. Be careful!

"Hmm, I'll give you 10,000 more zombies to break through at your leisure, such as this level of zombie herd! Hey, Trikabuto. Right?

"Wow, I'm loaded..."

My nephew was constantly breathing.

Normal Kinsenka would have reprimanded the proud elf warrior who still survived that war.

But Kinsenka, Kaku, was also breathing rough.

That should be it too.

Oak zombie and oak skeleton herd.

In words, it's just a bunch of dull undead, but the oak's power hasn't been lost.

One can do as many as he wants with a hit-and-away, but there are many now.

We must push open the herd that pushes us by force.

Originally, something called an oak, whether you win or lose a battle, decreases in number as the battle prolongs.

Especially in the battle against the brilliant elves, the orcs disappear from those who have won the battle.

To fight, to win, to offend the Elf woman who brought it back as a loot.

Theory of the battle against oak can therefore be brought into a long battle.

Regardless, if you leave the taken elf woman alone, you have to move on to the next action immediately in order to have an orc child, but basically the longer you fight, the more the battlefield leans in your favor.

But this group that Kinsenka is fighting, it won't decrease.

You're fighting an oak, but your opponent gets an oak tactic, but Theory in the fight against the oak doesn't work.

On the contrary, the individuals who were supposed to have defeated them should also be resurrected after a while and on the front.

Because Rich leads the way.

Therefore, Kinsenka was more tired than ever.

Orc lost the war.

But that's not because the oak was weak.

Instead, they're strong.

Even if a strong warrior leaves the front in turn to offend a woman, it is still enough to be a battle.

He has become an oak zombie and his power as a warrior is falling.

That is why we are still able to cross, but also to the disadvantage of numbers.

If it's going to take too long to break through like this, or...

"Huh! Kingbo! What a bad feeling! Apparently, it was a clam!

Suddenly, Thundersonia raised her delightful voice.

When Kinsenka looked at her, Sandersonia was pointing to a point in a herd of oak zombies.

There was a distinctly heterogeneous undead figure there.

A cat-backed zombie who wears a worn black jacket and stands to cling to a long wand.

His eyes glow brightly red and his mouth is dripping with dandruff and green mucus.

Is the bump and the sound that flows out of the wind overflowing through the hole in your throat, or is it a curse to someone?

That face, that face that is so heterogeneous and too transformative.

It looked familiar.

"... War Sergeant Gandaguza!

War Sergeant Gandaguza.

It is the oak mage of General Baraben's deputy general of the oak guarding the wrinkle forest.

And he is the man who died in this wrinkle forest.

In the last offensive battle of the Wrinkle Forest......

"It's him... well, when I say he's going to be rich in oak, it was about him. All right, take him down, either way, and this commotion will subside. Well, leave it to me!

Rich is an undead of the dead, who originally excelled in magic.

Gandaguza was one of the Orcs who excelled especially in magic.

Kinsenka and Sandersonia, who had actually fought, were also well aware that they had enough strength to be rich.

That magical arm or even 'General Oak (General)' is not weird enough.

By the way, they don't know, but Oak Mage's status is low because he's going to spend up to thirty years as a virgin.

Oak Mage is revered for dedicating a precious young time for his country, but still, the fact that he was a virgin until thirty doesn't go away.

……

And as Thundersonia tried to get to Gandaguza, he stopped spewing the curse and raised his face.

Look at Thundersonia and crush its name.

"Elf's Great Demon Thundersonia"

"Huh?"

It was a laugh.

Oak's, it was also a zombie, watching Thundersonia, grinning.

"Gu, gu, gu, gu, gu. Well, well, well, well, I've seen through... my illusion... my presence..."

A mixed voice with water sounds, emitted from a rotten throat.

It's like a voice that makes you anxious, sounding from the bottom of a bottomless swamp.

"Hmm, to see who gets caught up, what you're up to, etc! Huh!?"

Thundersonia looks back.

Trikabuto and Kinsenka did. I nodded that you were right.

Even if you haven't been able to break through the plan, if the General is looking good, follow it.

That prevents morale from dropping, so naturally I will.

Of course, in normal times I turn a blind eye.

"It's time for the annual tribute, Gandaguza. Literally, I'll send you to the Underworld."

"google, google, fool, fool, thundersonia"

"So, who's stupid! Don't be ridiculous!

Thundersonia said, "You didn't do anything weird, did you? Huh?" I look back.

Naturally, I thought the two behind me would follow me, but the two of them seemed busy being followed by the surrounding zombies, so Sandersonia turned to Gandaguza.

"Google, would you have thought you could beat me if I caught you?

"You can win if you catch it. How dare you! I am the Great Magic of Elves, Thundersonia!

"Stupid!"

Gandaguza poked Don and the ground with a cane.

"What..."

It was Sandersonia who wondered if any magic had been used, but there was no sign that the magic had been activated.

But I felt unusual signs.

The first thing I felt was intimidation.

Something big and powerful is heading this way.

Skin bubbles and a little strength cages in the hand holding the wand.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh!

Zombies were so loud in the woods.

Just one source of sound in a creepy, quiet herd of zombies.

The Lord of Screams approaches those with Thundersonia as he chops down the trees with mesh...

"Thundersonia aah!"

An unpleasant voice, emanating from a rotten vocal cord.

With it, Oki bounced and flew, and one oak zombie represented himself.

Even if it's an oak, it's too big a body.

Giant body nearly three meters.

A dynamic movement that is rotten but does not seem to be losing power.

And metal armor with a number of distinctive lizards.

Heavy, hard steel hammers, like the Orga have.

Sandersonia looked familiar to all of them.

"Surname Chief General Baraben......!

That's the grand general who once put together the clans around the wrinkle forest.

The last fortress of the Oak tribe, in charge of the final line of defense of the wrinkle forest and killed in battle by the hands of the elf army.

A warrior in a warrior who was brave, brave, and admired by everyone in the Oak tribe.

It was considered the next greatest of the Oak Kings, a heavy town of the Oak tribe.

"Ooohhhh, kill you and snowflake your former defeat!

The giant barks.

To its overwhelming voice, the earth trembled, and the trees crouched.

And the red light that dwelt in the surrounding oak zombies increased the brilliance.

"G, G, G... it's over here, Sandersonia."

"Yeah, what are you saying because there's one more Oak General! Don't be ridiculous!

Sandersonia shouted so, waving her wand.

"'Thunderstrike'!

Unleashed by full swing and unchanging at the same time is Sandersonia's specialty.

Twelve spears of thunder formed instantly, killing General Baraben at a tremendous rate.

At the same time as the landing, a loud noise sounds with the bagan and the surroundings stain bright white.

A moment late, the blast sweeps away the perimeter.

Electricity mixes in the air and Sandersonia's hair lifts fluffy.

"What do you say, one shot!

Zombies are vulnerable to fire.

But it's not like thunder doesn't come through.

If it's about the magic of Thundersonia, even a dragon zombie with a giant body of nearly 20 meters turns it into a charcoal extinguishing blow.

Her lightning bolt is the strongest in the world.

"Ohhhh!"

"Ooh!?

Sandersonia dodged the gavel that suddenly approached her.

The hammer swept through the ground where Sandersonia was and rolled up the dirt and sand.

"Is that it?"

It was the figure of General Baraben, almost intact, that emerged from the soil and smoke, when Sandersonia saw the point of landing with a voice of doubt.

Naturally, Gandagusa is also intact.

"The magic doesn't work on this person who's become a G.G., G.G., G.G., Rich."

Rich has very high magic resistance.

In addition, Gandaguza had mastered the high magic barrier for the battle against the elves.

It can also be taken for granted that Thunderstrike is not a decisive hit.

And naturally, the magic barrier can be hung on General Baraben as well.

Besides that, I'm wearing General Baraben's, that armor.

Painted with yellow and red paint, that armor.

"Resistant paint?"

"Ggggggggggggggg"

Gandaguza laughs.

What is used in armor is resistant paint, produced by Dwarves.

Red corresponds to flames, yellow to lightning, blue to cold air, green to soil, respectively.

Manufacturing is a secret. All I know is Dwarf.

Dwarf handed it out to his allies.

To the best of Sandersonia's knowledge, when we started using that paint, the Quad League also took advantage in the war.

It is too famous a story that Nazar, the human prince, wore beautiful armor made from blue, red and yellow paint and raised several demon knights to a blood festival.

Nevertheless, paint is paint.

Apply it and anyone can use it.

Whenever paint was taken by enemy countries, races such as oaks and demons became used as well.

From there on, the paint became used as a matter of course in each other's camps.

"Mmmm..."

Thundersonia groaned.

In the first place, zombies have strong resistance to cold air and ground attributes, which hardly work.

Besides, if that armor doesn't work flames or thunder......

"This could be tough..."

On Thundersonia's forehead, a cold sweat flowed.