Orc Hero Story - Legend of Degree

The dovanga hole had changed its appearance from the last time Bash saw it.

The first thing that popped into my eyes was the entrance.

There was a giant tunnel with a big mouth open.

As tall as a three-story castle, the horizontal width is such that three carriages are sloppy and different.

Such a tunnel is pounding open, and it continues to the back of the hole.

All I'm saying, though, is that this is the main street in the town of Dwarf.

"... Zell told me that Dwarf has become quite open."

Dwarves are a closed race.

At least, that's what other races think.

I preferred dark caves and gold coins, made something in a cage in my own workshop where the sun was shining, and if I thought I went out occasionally, booze, booze, and quarrel.

Unlike elves, they are not exclusive, but they are blurry, stubborn, and carefree without explanation.

If we're good, that's good.

Naturally, we don't do anything to create a large entrance to the town and welcome visitors from outside.

"Open? What are you talking about?

The girl I answered was the girl I was grabbing earlier.

She brought Bash here to escape the Dwarf woman trying to hold back.

"This tunnel."

"What's wrong with this tunnel?

"I don't care what they say..."

As I take over Bash's words, the side fairy turns out.

"No, no, no. Exactly this tunnel, 'Welcome! Doesn't that feel like'! I don't know where the town of Dwarf is until now! If you could just keep your mouth shut and wait for me, you'd be invited to go inside and say it wasn't me!

"Oh, that... that wasn't made by Dwarf. A little while before the end of the war, the demon went rogue."

"Oh, you've heard of it!" The Demon Cannon of the Dobanga Hole "!

That was when the bashes and the orcs were defending the wrinkle forest.

There was also a fierce battle going on in this Dbanga hole.

A Demon general carrying a mixed army of Auga and Harpy launched a heavy attack to retrieve the Dobanga hole.

Troops are scarce, supplies are interrupted, offenses in the midst of undesirable victories etc......

Whoever saw it was a reckless assault.

But the Demon General had a secret plan.

It's a weapon called the Demon Cannon.

It was supposed to be used in the showdown of the Remium Heights, which was to be carried over by Gedigz's death and used in the Dbanga hole.

Demon cannons are a peculiar showdown weapon.

It is the soul of man that becomes the shell.

The more sacrifices you make to the altar set on the back of the cannon, the more powerful it becomes.

Magic cannons filled to the max are just as powerful as they deserve to be called showdown weapons.

Enough to open a tunnel to a mountain that's never low.

In conclusion, if that one shot had struck the Dwarf army properly, the Dbanga hole might not now have belonged to the Dwarf tribe.

Or maybe the war was going on a little longer.

But the Dwarf army, already informed that the demon cannon would be used, abandoned the fortress lightly and retreated.

After somehow dodging the demon cannon blow, he went on offense and took over the Demon General.

Some say that it was a wise choice, Dwarf et al.

If it's a fight, it's Dwarf who doesn't run away and hits directly from the front with thick armor and a heavy sword.

For them, dodging is a sign of cowardice.

but Dwarf is also a technician at the same time.

From the leaked information, it was not so hard to simulate what technology and concept the demon cannon was made of and how powerful it was, nor to know that it could withstand any armor Dwarf had.

Not so many dreamers knew how to challenge.

Dwarf thus won the battle and looked up at the hollow Dobanga hole with an indescribable look on his face.

Dwarves never collapse, even as they fill the mountains with holes.

Therefore, holes emptied with demon cannons were also reinforced, cleaned and made into towns.

A town with one boulevard was unsettling from the Dwarves, but generally well received by other races.

"Look, it's this way. Follow me."

The boulevard was vibrant.

Various races are walking around, backed by the sound of Dwarves striking iron.

Particularly common are the Dwarves and the Beasts.

Human beings are few and I don't see much of an elf.

Not only is that noteworthy, but does it also show the appearance of the species of the Seven Races League, such as Lizardman and Killerby?

"Mm."

And Bash's eyes caught a big man.

To red and black skin, back length of more than 3 meters, muscles that fit similar length, jaw.

"Are you even in Auga?"

It looked familiar.

That was, yes, a warrior we fought together in a showdown in the Lemium Highlands.

His first name is Gorgol.

He's a man known by the alias "The Iron Giant".

"Oh, because it's almost the Martial Arts Festival. That, too, is unprecedented in scale this year. My parents are serious about gathering fierce people from all over the country."

"I see."

Bash didn't know what kind of festival that martial arts festival was.

But I had experience with festivals.

When Demon King Gedigz was alive, the festival was held as every year.

The Oak Festival brings together the chiefs of the clans for a feast.

Then warriors of each clan are elected on the spot to compete for who is the strongest. Beat each other up.

At the time of the festival there were also many of the other races.

They didn't participate in the beating... well, I guess the Martial Arts Festival is something similar.

"This is Atashi's house."

The girl turned one of the alleys.

It was dim beyond, and I could see it getting in.

Curved roads, slopes, stairs and divides.

Bash's familiar, Dwarf township.

As we walk, the hustle and bustle get farther away.

The sound of hitting the iron can be heard from there, but there are few figures.

Bash was looking at the top of the girl's head going ahead, her heart dancing.

Some Dwarves are beautiful.

This girl is beautiful enough from Bash's eyes.

When Brees told me to "go to Dwarf town," I didn't expect anything less.

But it's more than I expected.

"Be my fighter."

Plus, I never thought they'd even propose all of a sudden.

That's something like an informational human being.

The alias for 'Hold Your Breath' is not Dada.

I'm ashamed of myself for not expecting it.

(Zell. It's good to be here)

(That's right! I didn't think my husband would find me so fast, and he'd come closer from the other side, but you clap me out that it's so light)

(That's the thing. It's time to win the fight.)

(Still, is this the end of this journey... I would have liked to have traveled with my husband more)

(Huh, me too)

Bash and Zell follow the girl, whispering about that.

"Here."

The girl walked into one door, behind the alley.

It's a dwarf-sized, little door.

Bash turned away and entered into it.

"It may be narrow, but please forgive me appropriately."

It was a small but solid blacksmith.

Hammers, hardy logs, gold floors......

Although it was the furnace fire that was extinguished, I could see that every tool was used in it.

If you look closely, her hands, too, had octopuses in their hands and her nails were stained black.

She must be the lord of this workshop… a blacksmith.

Nevertheless, for Bash, that's the end of the line.

"Phew... I was going away to pack, but you wasted it"

When the girl put the baggage on her back, she took off her coat.

Coming out of the bottom were clothes of skins with large shoulders exposed, specific to the Dwarves.

Dwarves who are resistant to fire and who make blacksmiths their business do not wear clothing with sleeves.

In other words, in Bash's eyes, the girl's white shoulder was to pop in.

He seems to be a blacksmith, and there may have been dirt and burn marks from coal there, but for Bash, he has beautiful, glossy white skin.

Seeing a woman's skin, I think, has been since seeing Judith without her in the land of humans.

And unlike Judith, this girl took her clothes off herself.

I mean, I guess that's what it is.

"Wow!"

Bash grabbed the girl's shoulder with both hands.

If that's the case, Bash wasn't going to shy away either.

Slightly muscular, yet soft and slippery skin, the bash voltage is Max.

Now farewell also to the fear of magic warriors.

Emotional depth and emotion are why, making the bash expensive.

"What!? What, all of a sudden!?

The girl against is a bewildered look.

Bash doesn't stop, hands on girl's clothes.

"What, stay, stay, eh!? What are you wearing? Stop it!"

The girl grabbed Bash's hand.

It was a real force.

From the bash, it was a weak force, but to the point that I can feel it rejecting it.

"Mm, no?

"I don't know... what are you talking about!? You've decided no!?

Apparently, no.

But even as a bash, I'm coming to a place where I can no longer fit in.

I don't want to back off.

There are times when a battle must be waged, even if it is a disadvantage.

Anyway, she proposed to Bash, and Bash agreed to it.

The next thing you know is mating.

The time has come to put an end to years of troubles.

"But you wanted me to be a fighter. I accepted that. Right?

"Huh..."

In response, the girl looked stunned for a while.

But after roughening the nose in front of me and seeing the oak covering myself, I gradually understood the situation.

"Ha, well, that's what you mean... you were going to do that from the start..."

"Oh."

I was going to.

That's what they said, and Bash answered instantly.

Of course, that's why I've traveled.

"Ha, you're an idiot, I..."

From the girl's eyes, the pollen and tears spilled.

"I thought Orc wasn't interested in Dwarf women..."

"Except you."

"Right... I'm halfway there..."

The girl turned away from the bash and glanced at her eyes.

"Okay... do as you please... but instead, keep your word that you will fight as a fighter..."

Tears also spilled from his meditated eyes, wetting the floor.

……

I'm telling you to do whatever you want.

I can also say that we have an agreement.

However, he turns away reluctantly, tears streaming from his eyes.

Orcs rarely cry, but they still know when people cry.

Is this really okay?

I can't judge.

Bash looked up at Zell.

……

Zell got lost for about a few seconds, but eventually crossed his arms wide over his head.

Buzz.

(Again?)

Bash let go, discouraged.

"Sorry, that was my mistake"

"Eh."

The girl was abruptly released and looked up at Bash with confused eyes.

"Duh, what do you mean?

"Sexual activity without agreement with other races is strictly forbidden in the name of Oak King. I rose thinking we had an agreement. Forgive me."

"No... well, if you don't apologize, fine... orc, but you can put the woman in front of you and stop... no, because I'm half...?

Nevertheless, Bash also has something called the purpose of the journey.

The girl in front of me is beautiful.

And sometimes warriors have to set up battles, even if they know they're unfavourable.

"Let's hear it again. Why don't you have my baby?

It is a common proposal for oaks.

but of course the girl has turned her face bright red and told me back to yell.

"I'm not giving birth, that's not it!

"Right."

I was turned down, but Bash doesn't care.

That's what I was expecting.

The proposal failed, despite careful preparation, both in the human country and in the elf country.

Then it is also logical that this proposal, which is unprepared for anything, fails.

Naturally, it must have been some mistake to think I was proposed.

"Okay, excuse me"

But this is Dwarf country.

Dwarf countries have major characteristics unlike humans and elves.

This country is polygamous.

Unlike elves, no matter how many women you speak to, that doesn't make the pulse to other women disappear.

Then just look for another woman again.

Sometimes Dwarf women are opponents, I don't mind...

But there's also Breeze's word.

There should have been some results here.

"Hold on!

Bash stopped his leg.

I'm not expecting anything.

Bash is not a very smart man, but he's still a good warrior.

Good warriors don't tread the same.

"Again, please. I want you to be my fighter."

That's what they said, and Bash looked difficult.

I understand that fighters and daughters are different things.

Then I mean, what the hell does a fighter mean...

"In the first place... what does a fighter mean?

It was Zell who heard it.

Ask Bash what he wants to know.

It is precisely the early work that Zell, who is good at reading the air, can only do.

"Oh, is that where you come from..."

The girl nodded as she was convinced of something, stood up, let Bash's gaze slightly swim her eyes, and when she found her coat at the tip of letting her swim, she wove it feathers.

"Well, don't explain it from scratch"

And I started giving explanations.

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The Dwarf country, Dbangakong, hosts an annual tournament called the 'Martial Arts Festival'.

This tournament is dedicated to the honor of the samurai and their gratitude for the martial arts, basically no substitute for the ordinary martial arts club.

The format is tournament.

Participants repeat one-on-one battles, with the last remaining winners.

Notably, is this part of the tournament meant to be a 'tribute to the martial arts'?

The warriors always fight in their armor.

It was also made by the hand of a blacksmith.

If a warrior dies or loses his will, of course, he loses, but even if the weapons or protective equipment he wears are destroyed, he loses.

Initially, the tournament began with a festival in which Dwarves made weapons and themselves wore them to fight.

However, as the war progressed, even among Dwarves, there has been a strong tendency to break up with those who specialize in blacksmiths and those who specialize in battle.

As a result, it was possible to participate in the tournament in pairs.

Of course, if you are a Dwarf who serves as a blacksmith and warrior, you can also participate alone.

The warrior Doradobanga is one of them.

He always participates alone, winning this tournament ten times in a row and playing hall.

To one warrior, one blacksmith.

The blacksmith makes an unbreakable weapon, and the warrior wins through it.

The pride of a blacksmith and the pride of a warrior, a tournament that honors two.

Winning this is no more honorable for a blacksmith.

Naturally, if you win, there will just be no one to mock that blacksmith for half a serving, etc.

"So I was going to join... but those guys..."

"Those guys?

"It's your sisters. They turned their hands on samurai all over the country. Don't be my warrior."

"... why would you do that?

"I'm scared. It's me who loses."

That's what the girl said, hands wide open.

Big breasts swung for his body, and Bash's heart swung.

Too bad to give up.

"Those guys have been making fun of me for a long time. Half of them."

"Half a man? You?

"Oh, Ma, as you can see, my mother is a human. Half-human."

I was told it was as I saw it, and Bash looked at the girl again with a serious.

Indeed, she was too beautiful for a Dwarf woman.

Wearing it, it's too thin to seem like a dwarf.

There are dwarf features, such as hair color.

Well, if you're a child between a human and a dwarf, it makes sense that Bash is attracted to your heart.

"They say. There's no way a Dwarf and a human can do a blacksmith properly."

"Really?

It was a pure question.

Most orcs grow up unaware of my mother's existence in the first place.

If the mother had high magic, a so-called colored oak would arise.

The mother is said to be important because colored oaks often had higher abilities than regular green oaks.

But on the contrary, I had never heard of a warrior being born who couldn't because his mother was bad.

"No way! In short, they're making fun of me and my mother!

The girl slapped Don on the table with her fist.

The table shook its rattled legs and rattled what was on top.

But so I somehow saw the story as a bash as well.

In short, I guess the girl in front of you wants revenge for being ridiculed.

Even in orc society, if you are insulted, you have to say it back or beat it back.

Then I'll have to remind him.

"Oh yes! That's why I tried to go to the Martial Arts Festival! I was making a fool of myself. If I win... even if I don't, think I can get back at it if I defeat even one of those fighters wearing those battered weapons! In fact, what a shame if those guys lose to me...... but so it's terrible to interrupt so they can't compete!

The girl was crying at the edge of her eyes.

How humiliating it was.

"Then you can compete yourself"

"Ha, this big arm?

The girl lifted her arms and made her try to make a force bubble.

Slightly thick for a human, but from a dwarf's point of view, it's a dead branch arm.

"I inherited my mother's blood in color when it came to her face and body. You can't be a warrior."

"Right."

"But when it comes to blacksmiths, I intend to work hard, and I have talent. So I asked for warriors outside the country. Those guys have power in this town, but they don't even extend out of the country. But they couldn't even forgive it, so they chased me to the border and they said they wouldn't let me go out of the country... so there you are."

"I see."

The girl sent a strong gaze at Bash.

"I want you to help me. I want to remind you that I won and that I'm not half a man... and that my mother's blood isn't bad."

Bash understood.

She wants revenge.

I hope to prove that the power of the blacksmith is not half.

For this reason, I am looking for a warrior whose enemy's breath is not hanging.

But I'm not going to take Bash's proposal.

Because intercourse alone may be possible, but it can probably be consensual intercourse, NG.

The conclusion was drawn immediately.

"Sorry, but I can't help you. I have something to look for."

Bash doesn't come to this place on the lookout mountain either.

If it is a journey without purpose, it is not a rash to lend strength.

But it has a purpose. I have what I want, and time is limited.

I can also say that I want what I want or I want to throw away what I don't even want... whatever, I have to look for another person than the girl in front of me waved me.

At least, if it was before I was shaken, I wouldn't have blurted to lend a hand to increase the success rate of the proposal, to increase her likeness, but it's too late.

"Damn...? You're right..."

The girl looked like she couldn't hide her disappointment.

But I don't have a choice.

Bash and I don't have time.

"Bye."

Bash said so, butting the nagging girl, out of the house.

Don't look back as it is and walk down the road to the main street.

The girl was beautiful.

He was a spare opponent.

But when you're shaken, it's manners to give up and go to the next woman.

If you persevere, you could end up mating without agreement.

You have to give up more than they told you no.

And time is finite.

It's not that long before Bash can be a warrior.

You can't drag defeat forever and waste your time.

I'm sorry to hear that.

"Right."

"But Breeze told me to go here for a reason! Good luck finding someone who looks good! As usual, find the inn first, and we'll have an ops conference there!

Copy that.

Bash and Zell nodded and went back down the road to the main street.