Orc Hero Story - Legend of Degree

Bash and Zell were hunting zombies fine that day.

"You're kind of rich in zombies today!

But for some reason, there was only a lot of zombies that day.

Usually only two or three zombies appear an hour, at a rate of one per second.

It is no longer an exaggeration when it comes to large groups.

"With all these zombies, you're going to be able to reach the golden picka necklace!

"Oh!"

Bash breaks the zombie's neck both ways as he replies.

The blow carried out from Bash's sword crushed his shoulders and chest, leaving only his head and abdomen clean.

Quickly remove the jaw from the head and throw it into the sloppy bag you brought.

Rewards for undead hunting are generally paid in the head or mandible.

Whether it's a skeleton or a zombie, it's generally reassuring if you keep your neck.

"With all this amount, it sounds like it's hard to take home!

"What, you just have to go back and forth"

That's what Bash said, while his chest was dancing.

I don't know how many hours we're fighting, but there are piles of zombie debris all around us.

If you get rid of all these zombies, you'll be able to buy a gold picka necklace as well.

That means marrying an elf woman.

Marriage to that little, beautiful elf.

My chest is also called Schalwidans in anticipation.

By the way, outside of the Bashes' sight, the zombie plays awfully, creating new individuals again, but naturally he hasn't noticed.

I was just happy with the situation where gold came from the other side.

Even if I had noticed, I would still have been happy with this situation where the zombie mandible was infinitely available.

"Ah, sir! Reis! Reis is out, too! Maybe Reyes will get paid too! Because there can't be a zombie and a skeleton and not a Reyes!

"Let it go!"

"Ugh! 'Fairy Shine'!

When Zell emitted a tremendous amount of light, Reis, by the way, disappeared.

Seeing as this, Zell is also a warrior of war. Sometimes you can handle enough destructive magic... but Rayce, who almost nullifies physical attacks, is vulnerable to the magic of light.

All that remained was a thin, silky cloth cut.

It is the wreckage of Reis.

When Zell picked it up in the air, he tried to put it in the bag,

"Ah! Sir! I'll have another bag!

I noticed the bag was full.

"Mm... go back once"

That's what Bash said, while carrying the bag all the way.

Bags that are too big even from an oak giant.

At that weight, Bash's chest got taller.

"Eh! You're going back!? Such a bunch of zombies could be gone tomorrow!?

"Zombies don't run away. It's not a migratory bird."

"Well, I guess so."

Bash waves the great sword to pave the way pale, and Zell follows.

And that was then.

"Whoa, whoa, there's too many of them!? What's going on with this!?

I heard people.

As Bash looked in the direction of his voice, one man stood up against the zombie.

Wearing brown speckled armor, he had a glowing sword in his right hand, a burning shield in his left hand, and slashed down the impending zombie at an awesome rate.

Though its crusade speed did not extend to bash, it was generally too early enough, though.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. This!

The man says things that look bad, but there was room for battle, and his face was full of joy.

I guess he came hunting zombies again too to see the full sack beside him.

I must be laughing for the same reason as the Bashes.

"He..."

Bash looked familiar to him.

Yes, he's the one who gave me the information in the tavern.

At the same time, he noticed Bash as well.

"Whoa! It's not a zombie. It's an orc, too!

With that said, he put a burning shield in front of him and rushed to the bash.

Bash sets up a sword and intercepts it.

Whatever it is, I don't need a reason to defeat the enemies coming at me.

……

but stopped on the verge of entering between bashes.

Pale face.

Sleepy, sweaty, rough breath.

"'Hero of the Orcs'?

Apparently, it was someone who knew Bash.

"Is that what you are, 'breath holding'?

Bash also realized who the man in front of him was.

I didn't know the other day, but his gear showed who he was.

Formerly would have been white, bloodstained armor.

Because of its so high magic, the sword emits light from the moment it grants magic, and the shield burns.

Human rare magic warrior.

"Hold your breath," Breeze Kugel.

"What the hell is an orc hero doing here...?

"Like we talked about the other day."

"The other day? I can't believe I met you..."

And so Breeze remembered.

The other day, I was sleeved by an elf in a liquor store and had an affair with a single oak.

I don't remember anything about the conversation at all because I was drunk with Delonderon.

I only remember about having a drink with you, looking at the beautiful elves.

But Breeze is a human.

Human is smart, thoughtful, and can read the air.

I looked at the Zuda bag and in an instant I guessed.

"Huh... I wondered why the Orc hero was here... you know"

"Oh, I'm embarrassed"

"It's something to be ashamed of. It's splendid. Compared to me."

……

Bash saw Breeze.

The magical granting of swords and shields would be a reliable reflection in anyone's eyes.

Since humans can use magic regardless of their virginity, there is no shame in being a magic warrior.

But from what I've heard the other day, he's single again, too.

In the human country, it was a story that it was normal to be married when we got older.

Just as Orc should be ashamed of his virginity, maybe Humans would be ashamed to be single.

"I guess what you're doing doesn't change. Me and you."

"Ha, you're such an enemy. Thank you."

Breeze laughed mocking herself.

Overwhelmed by the splendid presence in front of you, as if you were looking too small.

Nevertheless, from the bash, I don't see why he looks like that.

Though they say they are in a position to seek elves from each other and make money from zombie hunting.

"Mm?"

and so Bash's sharp ears captured a certain sound.

Among the sounds heard by both Kin and Kang, there is a mix of ear-hearted, comfortable voices.

"Looks like the elves are being attacked by zombies."

"What?"

Bash shrugs his ears.

Then I even heard the elves rushing.

You're cornered, you can't afford your voice, and you're mixed with screams.

"Sounds like a downside."

……

The moment Bash said that, Breeze's eyes narrowed.

My mouth ties and makes me a serious face.

"If you're saying it like some other HR, the elves are a pinch!? Which one!?

"Over there."

"All right, let's go!

Breeze said so, and ran out.

"What is it?

Suddenly he ran out, and Zell snapped his neck.

From Zell, I don't even know who this guy is in the first place.

I know my husband, and he's a very strong magic warrior.

"I don't know. We're going, so why don't you follow me?"

Either way, Bash followed him.

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The rush ahead was a hellish sight.

Tons of zombies.

Against that, a few elves.

The elves form formations and resist the zombies who attack them one after the other, but they are full of creation even from the side.

On the ground, several elves had already fallen.

A few have already taken their breath, and a few have already taken a bug breath.

It was clear to everyone's eyes that total annihilation was no longer a matter of time.

"Damn... that's it...!

"Ha, I can't believe we 31st Independence Squad survived that hell..."

"Oh... I would have liked to get married..."

The voices of the surviving elves had also begun to mix with the giving up.

There were no recruits.

The young soldier has already missed.

The only people here are ancient soldiers.

But even an ancient soldier of Hundred Wars smell didn't have the strength to just keep knocking down the zombies that kept springing up in a besieged situation.

One, mortally wounded with another, falls.

"You're out of magic...... oh, I thought you'd be at peace and never die again. I was wondering if you were alarmed?

"We got Yaki around, too. I can't believe we let those guzzlers get away with it first."

"Oh... I wanted to get married..."

The last few elves left.

They kept fighting zombies against each other, but there was no longer a way out and no room.

Eventually, they are swallowed up by a herd of zombies...

"'Seiklid Edge'!

A blade of light swept away the zombies.

That was one warrior.

A sword of light slashes down the zombie with one blow, and a burning shield turns the zombie into ash.

No, I'm not alone.

Behind him, another warrior was rampaging around.

Every time I wield a giant sword, a few zombies literally disappear.

……

There was something glowing in the sight of the distracted elves.

The object flies unreliably to the fallen elf, and when it spins in circles in the air, it drops something like shiny scaly powder.

I don't know, but I guess it's kind of a fantastic sight.

A sight that can't be determined that the rotation of a flying object is somehow due to creepy dancing.

With such a sight on his ass, the two warriors, who appeared abruptly, annihilate the zombies one after the other.

As if even mowing the grass is unmade.

Light, as if tired or otherwise unknowable.

That lasted from the perimeter until the zombies were swept away.

"Phew..."

For one second, the man who confirmed that there were no enemies around him - Breeze - turned to the elves.

And I lifted my hair like a quizza and asked the elf.

"Ladies, are you okay?

The elves, who were taken away, nodded cocklessly at the words.

I don't know, but I've got help, I guess.

But the Elves can't keep up with the thought of a combination of a human with a light sword and an oak with a great sword.

And so the Oakoobash came closer to the elves as well.

He found something on the edge of his sight, trying to say something to the elves while making his face difficult.

"Mm...!

One elf who is in a tree and falling.

The abdomen has a large wound and the clothes are stained with bright red blood.

My eyes are closed and my breath is thin.

Bash looked familiar to her.

"Are you... hey, you okay!?

Bash doesn't know her name.

I just remember.

Something to forget.

Without her, Bash would never have reached The Great Eagle's Stop Tree.

"Ah... oh... the voice... Lord Oak the other day...?

"That's right! Hold on, the scratches are shallow!

"No... I can't... I'm blind, I can't see anymore..."

"That's because you're closing your eyes! The wound is really shallow!?

In fact, the wound was already on the verge of healing.

Fairy powder heals any wound by the way.

Perhaps he has been attacked by Reis and his spirit is confused.

Fairy powder basically works for all diseases, but sometimes it's hard to work for damage to the spirit.

Fairy is the kind of race whose spirit is confused by default, so I can't help it.

"Lord Oak... tell him... Sonia is in the main unit... south... this way... Rich is not here. It's fake... the number of these zombies... traps... maybe even that one... could be dangerous... please..."

Master Sonia is in danger.

That's what I heard, and Bash's heart went out of his way.

Sonia.

It's the name of that beautiful elf that I had my eyes on.

That's the danger.

That's what I heard, Bash has to get up.

"... ok. Thanks for the info!

Bash stood up.

And make an eye out for Breeze.

Breeze also guessed from what the story said what Bash wanted to do.

"Oh, I'll take care of this place. And your stuff... I'll take it home responsibly"

Breeze, while saying so, was being held by one of the elves.

The elf whispered, "Take me home too......" Under his nose he slammed off and looked like a horse.

…………

Bash was so jealous.

Or, if he spoke to another elf on the spot, Bash might have had a heaven similar to his.

But Bash made up his mind.

When I proposed to that Reiki elf that day.

I've been thinking about that elf all along, hunting zombies.

"Please."

That's why Bash ran out.

Breeze drops that back off.

He's also a warrior who survived the war.

I don't do wild imitations that stop a man from going to battle.

"Heh... after all, real heroes are different"

Besides, Breeze was aware.

Why is an oak like this not on a journey?

In the elf forest, you kept hunting oak zombies......

For that real reason.

"Oh, for the last time... to darling... at first sight... I miss you..."

"Um, Captain Azarea. Seriously, the wound's healed, isn't it?

"... that?

When Azarea opened her eyes patchouli, recovering from the mental disturbance, she was no longer looking like Bash.

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"Ha... ha... damn..."

The battle against the chief of the family, General Baraben, had begun, and dozens of minutes had passed.

Just a few dozen minutes.

In the meantime, Sandersonia was unleashing more than a hundred magic, burning down the trees around her and turning the scene into a square.

But the man at the center of it was alive and well.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!"

"Gu, gu, dumb, dumb, dumb pretty Thundersonia......"

Barking roseben.

Bruising Gandaguza.

They were alive and well, having received more than a hundred magic.

Zombies, but therefore, it may be a little strange to be alive, but it is working anyway.

Agile movement with force and speed, worthy of Oak General.

Even an agile elf warrior would have been crushed immediately if he had been a companion.

"Hate, hate enemies! Elves, elves, elves! Give me a blow!

A cursed scream spinning from a rotten brain.

As a matter of fact, Thundersonia and I couldn't avoid it several times and have been hit by it.

The only reason she is hurting but living forever is because she was guarded by advanced magic barriers.

Nevertheless, in addition to fierce attacks, it also turned its magic on defense.

No matter how much Thundersonia was the best wizard in the Elf Country, it won't last long if we keep up the maximum output and keep fighting.

If you squeeze the output and fight over time, the destruction of your allies is inevitable.

On the contrary, now, even at this moment, the warriors of the elves are losing their lives with one more.

It needed to be defeated immediately.

I couldn't have taken this long.

But there was no way to give Sandersonia an effective hit.

Not only did the thunder I specialize in, but the flames that worked for the undead, even the ineffective cold air and soil, were all drastically reduced in power by resistance.

For instance, defeating General Baraben, the avant-garde, would soon revive the Gandaguza behind him.

Even as we tried to defeat Gandaguza first, General Baraben did everything in his power to stop it and Rich's advanced magic barrier did not allow it.

"... not good"

Lose, Thundersonia realized.

Until now, I've been experiencing something called a battle I can't win.

I haven't lived in Dada in 1,200 years.

I've lived as the Great Demon Thundersonian of Elves for hundreds of years now.

Well, even the enemy will take action against Sandersonia.

In particular, Demon King Gedigz has been completing the magic of Thundersonia when he destroyed one Elf city.

There were many battles that weren't strange to die for.

Sandersonia has survived because she was alive and dirty.

If I die, the morale of the Elf Nation falls.

If I die, who will defend the Elf Country?

If I die, all I still have is Aitsura like a child.

That feeling leads her to a miserable defeat, and she survives by rinsing muddy water and now lives to this moment.

……

Sandersonia looked back at Chirali.

There, there was the figure of Trikabuto.

Kinsenka is gone.

He took his troops and withdrew.

As I said earlier, he listened to Sandersonia and did everything in his power to withdraw.

Trikabuto stayed because he is a Sandersonian escort and caretaker.

His task is to protect Thundersonia.

So I stayed.

But Thundersonia recalls.

Trikabuto said he had refrained from marrying.

I can't publish it yet, but there are thinkers, both thoughts.

It is a word of envy.

But it's stronger to be blessed.

Anyway, Sandersonia used to change her tricabuto diapers.

When I was little, I remember saying so-na, so-na, and walking after me.

My nephew, too, can't be not cute.

The war is over.

Those long, painful, unknown wars ended in these children's generation.

He shouldn't die here.

Such, fucking zombies...... under, we should not be dragged to hell by the ghost of the defeated.

If you're going to be dragged, it's...

That's enough for me.

"Okay."

Thundersonia nodded.

"Trikabuto. Hi. These guys are going to take a while! It's silly to just lose time to mischief like this! For one thing, I'll keep these guys under control, so you break through first! I'll be right behind you!

I could direct you to a good condition.

Sandersonia believed that and did not doubt it.

In fact, it is a well-known fact that I am also a wizard capable of prolonged combat.

Even if I stay here like this, I don't have any flavor here.

Leave your lord and retreat.

Reasonably speaking, it's the ultimate opinion.

but he raised his voice.

"Stupid! There's no way I can kill you!

Is that it?

And, Thundersonia snapped her neck.

"Mi, you're killing me! I'm not going to die!? It's true!?

"No, no, you, you don't usually say 'keep it down'! 'Watch there, leave it to me, I'll knock you right down. What's that face? You think you can't? I'm Sandersonia, the Elf's Grand Magic!' What..."

Would I have always said that?

Sandersonia asks herself.

... I feel like I was saying it.

Sandersonia has always tried to reassure the elves.

When you have a large number of enemies and your buddies feel it's a pinch of absolute destiny.

During the break between wars, just for a moment, when I played with the kids.

When I went to fight that demon king Gedigz, I said something similar.

Sure, I never put it in an understatement, keeping it down.

Always Thundersonia has behaved as a hero of the Elf's Great Magic, the Elf.

I am the most powerful wizard of elves. I'll take care of it.

"I can't let you die, though. I guess I can look at your mother, can't I? Huh?"

"Why am I supposed to die and you're supposed to survive...?

"No, for example! Talk about when I survived congratulations and went back to my country!

"... but no, that's better!

Trikabuto nodded to Sandersonian's words with his mouth tied together.

After taking a breath and taking one deep breath, he said.

"Yeah. That's better. Instead, I'll keep these two down. In the meantime, please, Sonia, go back to town and get reinforcements! What, if you're alive, the elves can fight as much as they want!

"You..."

If Trikabuto dies, there are many who grieve.

The parents of the troikabuts, the brothers of the troikabuts, their colleagues in the troikabuts, and the princess of the beast that the troikabuts are engaged, will grieve.

But that's all.

He's a soldier. A member of the organization.

The Elf Army is organised so that even if the General is taken over, he can immediately replace his head and continue the fight.

It's a good replacement.

But the Great Magic of Elves, Sandersonia.

She's not.

She is a symbol of the Elves.

He's been protecting the elves for 1,200 years, he's the patron saint of the elves.

"Idiot! Oh, you, you! What I do for... what I do for..."

Sandersonia wept, biting her lips with regret.

Think about it, it always was.

Sandersonia tried to protect Sandersonia's life from around the age of 600.

There are no ranks, even though they are military, and even though they are the blood of a chief, they only have authority to the extent of hiding.

The young man always tried to make her live forever.

And in fact, it made me live forever. That's why I'm alive.

I embraced that at the time.

Surely I needed it for the war. If not, the elf would have broken.

I survived dirty because I knew that.

But the war is over.

You won.

Yet why are you still trying to keep me alive?

"I fought for 1200 years, and I survived the war. It's time for you to move away from the battle and live happily ever after. Marriage, too."

"If you think so, you can have it!

"No, that's a bit. I have a fiancée."

"Then you survive!

It was the next moment when Trikabuto and Sandersonia tried to argue with Gager, as usual.

Trikabuto was hit by a rock that seemed like a hug.

Trikabuto blew away to get caught in the rock and stopped at about a few dozen meters.

It doesn't even work with Pickle.

"Googling, the farce is over"

When I say alarm......, I guess you're right.

In the middle of the battle, he turned away from his opponent.

As a result, his body died.

"Trikabuto... you... you can't die in a place like this, can you? Huh?"

Sandersonia asks.

But no reply.

"You're getting married, aren't you? With the princess of the beast. You, ever since you were a little girl, you liked animals... Oh, no, now treating beasts like animals would be discriminatory? Hey, answer me..."

No response.

It's just that there's an elf rolling around that doesn't even work.

It's been a long time.

Manoto Sonia often took her eyes off the enemy, caught off guard, made a few mistakes, and killed her companion.

It's not all my fault.

Even tricabuts are bad. I didn't have time to have a pleasant chatter.

I should have listened to Sandersonia and just retreated.

To put it that way, Thundersonia's mind doesn't clear.

"Never..."

So Sonia switches.

Thundersonia is an elf warrior.

A warrior of war.

She's about to go back to the wartime brakes.

Burned down all the enemies I found, to an elf hero.

"I will never forgive you! Don't ever be a zombie again, I'll wipe you out of this world!

Sandersonia sets up a cane.

It is dramatically elevated, but at the same time calm.

Things haven't changed where I got angry.

The magic hardly works and there are no effective countermeasures.

At least I have to let myself or just Kinsenka, who should be ahead of me, escape.

If Elf's hero and lieutenant general died in such a zombie exorcism, I can't even tell you that the orcs that are holding them back, or the human beings who would still be aiming at expanding their territory while they are allies, will not move.

War begins again.

That's no good.

Even if one dies, one must survive and hide the facts.

But how...

"Don't miss it, don't miss it, don't miss it! Not one elf, not one elf!

General Baraben's cry echoes.

With Thundersonia, I feel the same way.

Not even one of the zombies is going to miss it.

I just don't have that power at hand right now. That's a shame anyway.

"Shut up! Zombies are quietly in their graves..."

And that's when.

Something passed between Sandersonia and General Baraben at the thought of it instantly.

Its presence that is quick, then somewhat unstable, and likely to go somewhere.

The guy started dancing some strange dancing as he moved over the falling tricab.

Double trump from triple accelerator.

Then something like dandruff began to fall into paralysis and tricabuto.

A dumb dance is a sight far from fantastic.

But regrettably, people can only describe this as fantastic.

There was no one in this situation who could understand what he was doing.

Better than that.

More than that, there was something about Sandersonia and General Baraben that bothered me.

Signs of slowly approaching ourselves.

From afar, a being approaching with the sound of destruction scattered.

He kicks the zombies, knocks down the trees, and approaches this way.

A small, dense, shivering mass of violence.

And he showed up slowly.

……

It was oak.

Skin color is common green.

Slightly small for an oak, but a body covered in dense muscles.

Eagle eyes, purple hanging blue hair. Big sword in your right hand.

Green oak everywhere, with no weirdness whatsoever.

Thundersonia knows.

This orc is more terrifying than anyone else in the world.

"Bash......"

And I understood.

Why is this man, an oak hero, here and now?

Have you come to this forest of wrinkles?

Did I tell you to show up before yourself?

"Oh! Hero bash! Long time no see! Breath disaster!

Balaben raises his voice of joy.

Spread your hands with the hammer and invite the hero in.

"If so, a hundred manpower! Come on, let's fight together like we once did! Destroy the Hate Elves and reclaim our forest!

Sandersonia despaired.

I understand.

Why did this orc hero come to the wrinkle forest?

Yes, this oak has come to reclaim the wrinkle forest.

This man is about to start another war after defeating himself, the hero of the elves, and giving the elves despair.

There is no power left to overthrow the bash on me now.

If General Baraben and Gandaguza are at the same time, it's impossible to even escape.

"General Baraben...?

Bash looked around in surprise.

and there came an earlier flying object.

It's a slightly glowing fairy.

When he moved to Bash's ear, he slapped him in the ear.

Bash nodded humbly when he heard it, looking at Thundersonia, grinning niggardly.

Thundersonia only saw that grin as a death sentence.

"Ku... come if you're coming... Wow, I'm Sandersonia, the Great Enchantress of Elves. I'm not giving up till the end!

Sandersonia set up a cane while preparing to die.

What I remember is the nightmare of the wrinkle forest.

That fight.

In as long as 1,200 years of my life, I realized that I was the most humiliated, and the most struggling, and I couldn't win in the fight, but I didn't even get away with it, that fight.

Even though they told me to do that one more time, I thought I was sorry again, you know.

"Uhm."

Bash slowly, walked towards Thundersonia.

Thundersonia knows.

Now it's slow, but this guy moves at an unstoppable rate to his eyes.

If we don't move it with restraint, let it attack, dodge it with a single piece of paper, and poke a slight gap, we can't even strike it satisfactorily.

Can I do it myself?

I once could. But I lost. I had a response, but I was the one who fell first.

I'm sure General Baraben and Gandaguza will move at the same time as Bash sets them up this time.

We have to withstand Bash's onslaught while suppressing it at the same time.

Can you...?

There's no way I can do that.

But I have to.

If we don't do it, the war will start again.

Oak and elf wars.

Will Humans and Beasts form another alliance?

Dwarves can't. Because those guys don't like elves.

Yeah, but human beings are greedy. If the elves weaken, they will surely try to violate the territory of the elves.

Even a defeated country, I don't think I'm trying to shut up.

Sacubuses, fairies and Lizardmans will surely be on the side of the oak.

That way I'll see you again...

No, that's not it!

I have to do something about it.

The elf hero Thundersonia.

Otherwise I don't know what I've survived for.

Somehow, somehow......

"Ha... ha..."

Sandersonia's heart pulsed to the point where it was about to tear.

I can magic my wand with a rough breath as I'm about to be crushed by pressure.

Bash came right in front of me.

When he lifts the Great Sword......

He turned around and looked back, putting his sword against General Baraben.

"I won't let you touch a finger from now on. Don't worry, just watch there."

"... what?

Thundersonia stiffened with her cane.

This guy, what did he just say?

"Ooh, ooh! Bash! You're on the Elf's side!

"Googling! Why, why, why, why!

General Baraben and Gandaguza scream.

It was a betrayal.

It wasn't supposed to be an impossible thing for an Orc hero to protect the hate elf behind his back and pull out his sword against his countrymen.

But you two don't know.

The war is over.

Now, according to the new arrangement, the orcs are alive.

"Invasion into other races is strictly forbidden in the name of Oak King"

"All of you, all of you!

General Baraben barked.

"Nemesis is what you think of this baraben!

"Google! What's wrong with Oak's pride! What are we gonna do with the orcs abandoning the fight! You're still an oak!

Baraben roar.

Gandaguza screams.

A force enters Bash's body when he hears that.

"General Baraben. I respect you. But zombies are not oaks. Those who are not orcs, do not speak of orcs."

"Gu...... ohhhhhhh! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

General Baraben rose sharply.

He raises the roar that echoes from the bottom of the earth and plunges into the bash.

With a giant that would be double the bash, the great sword held by the bash wields such a hammer that it looks like a claw twig that it approaches the bash.

"Come."

The battle between the Orc hero and the Orc general began.