Orc Hero Story - Legend of Degree

"Good for her, too."

"Ok! You're gonna ask me by name!

The next day, the Bashes were on the boulevard of Dobanga Hole, sperm on Girl Hunt.

Even when it comes to Girl Hunt, it's not the woman hunt Oak used to do on a daily basis.

I find a woman who Bash thought was "This kid would look good," and Zell goes to get her name.

He also asked if he was finally married or if he lived in Dwarf country.

Zell notes it on the paper that Bash has in his hand.

information gathering.

Think of it, the last failure was caused by the low level of information.

I proposed to someone I couldn't reach no matter how much I lifted.

Thundersonia was too high a flower in the high ridge.

However, if you are another elf woman.

For example, if it was someone like Breeze got it, or he might have gotten a bash proposal.

Identify who you can reach.

On top of that, I propose along the lines of Dwarf's demeanor and get my wife.

That was the operation.

"You asked. His name is Polyne. Single. Like a civilian working in a liquor store. You're so handsome! But my husband thinks he can go after a woman of higher level."

"No, getting one first is a prerequisite!

"That's right! Well, the list's getting a lot buried, too. Then we'll figure out how to drop these women next!

"Oh!"

Gather names, gather information, and think about operations.

What kind of man does a dwarf woman prefer, is it okay with an oak?

At least, I can't feel any obvious hostility or awe like I felt in the Human Country.

But don't be alarmed.

Having made the situation clear, we need to move on to a definitive strategy.

Bash and Zell are warriors of war.

Let's lick the dirt twice.

But not for the third time.

"Right...... hmm?

And, at that time, the sound familiar to Bash's ears sounded.

Sounds like something gushes up, sounds like ground when a lot of people raise their voices at the same time.

During the war, the sound I heard like every day.

"What do you want? Even another woman you care about?

"No, I hear cheers"

"Oh, I hear there's a coliseum nearby! You want me to go take a look?

"Hmm... right"

Bash said so, pointing his foot ahead of the cheering.

The colloquium was quickly found.

The end of the boulevard.

It was just in the heart of the mountain.

In the distance, it looked like a wall.

But as I approached it, I found it to be a circular building.

Looking up closer, there was a pocky hole in the ceiling, and the light was pouring down from the sky.

A Dwarf-like, robust stone arena is just in the middle of the boulevard.

The cheer was heard precisely from within.

That's not all. For Bash, even the sound of the sword trident he was accustomed to hearing was ringing.

"Sounds like a big day."

"Sounds like it."

Many humans had entered and exited the entrance to the arena to watch the game.

"Oh, it sounds like you need an admission fee."

"No problem. I have the money I got in the wrinkle forest."

When the two of you tried to get inside, talking like that,

"Hmm?"

Second, Bash got something in his eye.

It was those sitting on the walls of the arena.

They were familiar from the bash.

Oak.

For some reason, the oak was sitting on the wall of the arena.

Shackle your hands and feet, too.

"That sounds like an oak. What is it?"

"Well..."

"I don't know."

Probably not.

Bash says so, but naturally he doesn't grasp all the oak faces.

In boulders, the names match the faces of those who lived together three years after the war. However, as far as haphazard oaks are concerned, they are ambiguous because a significant number have spilled out since peace was concluded.

In short, there is no discernment as to who died in the war or who left the interior as a detached oak.

Bash doesn't know their faces.

Somewhere, I feel like I've seen it once, so it should have been with me on some front.

If so, they must be the ones who fled the oak country immediately after the war.

Oh, and when you look at the place where you are enslaved, do you mean that you came to Dwarf's country and broke up and were caught?

If you're a prisoner, you can help.

But haphazard oak is not oak.

"Let's go."

As Bash cut his gaze from them, he stepped inside the arena.

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The arena was engulfed with enthusiasm.

Fighting in the arena were three fighters and one warcraft.

Manticore.

A warcraft that lives in a far northeastern forest, with a tiger-like body red and a head that looks like a man, but never utters a man's words.

The tail is covered with pointy needles like a cow.

From this needle is secreted ferocious poison, and if stabbed, the poison turns to the body in an instant and dies.

A pedigree resistant to poison can be as good as blowing bubbles and passing out, but the same thing ends up because they are eaten to death by a manticore where they pass out.

Although it is an organism living far from the habitat of the oak, Bash had fought several times.

Six oak warriors were sacrificed by the time Bash arrived on the spot.

So much so, Manticore is a dangerous warcraft.

In fact, inside the arena, two fighters had already blown bubbles and fallen.

If two out of five were to have been hit, the front was on the verge of collapse and the win no longer looked thin.

but if you look closely, the right eye of the manticore is crushed and the legs are wrapped with chains.

The other three are two turning to the left of the manticore and one to the right.

The two people on the left are under pressure, and one on the right is attacking and damaging exactly where Manticore's attention was.

It's a mutual battle.

I guess some of the five of them were familiar with how to fight Manticore.

"Take away your legs and vision and deal steady damage. That's not bad."

"Right. That one will eventually win. The man circling around on the right is good with his arms."

As Bash said, after a while, a man on the right stabbed his sword deep, around Manticore's armpit.

A deadly blow to the steeple.

Manticore had been waving his tail for a while, but eventually he bled heavily and fell powerless.

applause occurs sparsely.

It was a skillful exorcism of the Warcraft, but from a spectator's point of view, it seems somewhat lacking in excitement.

As a spectacle, I guess it's somewhere down there.

Even as a bash, it's not funny to watch.

with hunting by large numbers.

I watch what I do on a daily basis, and it's not fun.

"Oh, next time, it's like we're fighting each other."

Manticore and the fallen fighter are cleaned up and another man in armor comes out.

I still don't know my face, but I can see I'm fit enough to work out.

But what bothered Bash and Zell was somewhere else.

"Hey, husband, that..."

……

The combatants' skin was green.

Yes, exactly like Bash.

"Gravo!"

"Glar!"

A mindless walk-ray.

But there is only one species, such as the race who do walk-rays like this, before the duel.

Oak.

"Oh, it's a duel between orcs!

"You look good!

I thought I saw it wrong, but that's what the audience next door says.

For some reason, orcs were fighting each other.

With his sword and shield in his hand, he was meeting with Cancún.

At first glance, a mutual, incandescent battle.

The audience also screams and gradually heats up whenever either attack is decided.

However,

"... what is that?"

Only the bash was different.

Bash knows what an oak duel is.

It is done in a madness of death.

It's done with all the help you can get.

It is done in preparation for death.

The young or even those with immature arms scatter enough killing energy to devour and kill their opponents, step into victory and wave their swords to pay for impending defeat.

That's what it is.

That's what it has to be.

But what's happening in the arena, it wasn't.

It was as if it were different.

It was like dancing.

I don't feel like killing, I'm not crazy about dying, I'm out of power somewhere, I'm not ready to die.

Is there such a thing as a duel?

……

"Sir, are you mad...?

Bash did not reply.

I watched the fight in silence.

Eventually, the battle welcomed the good fortune.

Of the two who were playing each other's battles, one of them bounced his sword off and severed it wide around his thigh.

When he knelt more severed, he put his sword on that neck muscle.

There's a fight.

"Whoa, whoa!

If you win, wave up your sword, and you scream.

Louder than the Walkley earlier.

Walk around, spreading your hands to stir up the audience and looking over the entire colloquium.

"What are you doing? You don't stab me or anything, do you?

When Zell said strangely, the audience next to him turned.

"Come on, Fairy, are you new to the Coliseum?

It's a red-faced dwarf.

He teased Gepu and his cozy gep with a beer in his hands.

The smell of alcohol fills the area.

"Look, I'll tell you. I'm begging for the lives of those who win or lose."

"Why would you do that?

"I guess that means you recognized the strength of your opponent throughout the battle... But it's up to the audience to decide whether to let them live or kill them. Like that."

As the man put it, the majority of the audience had their thumbs up.

The victorious fighter, when he caused his opponent, lent him his shoulder and pulled him into the back of the arena.

"Not really. If you want to play games, you can kill them, but if you think you can see interesting games again, like right now, you better pick someone to keep them alive, right?... I'm tired of seeing people die in wartime, so I don't have to kill them."

"Heh. But Dwarves are out-of-the-box savages to kill each other every day even after the war and make it a spectacle."

"Huh? Silly. The only way to kill an opponent is through a slave-to-slave match."

Slave.

Yes, the Dwarves have slavery.

In order to increase their own production efficiency, they were using prisoners caught during the war as slaves.

It's an ancient tradition to let them fight in the arena.

"Sir, did you hear that? Is that okay? I can't believe the orcs are slaves..."

"As for the end of the haggling oak, it would be a reasonable place."

Again, if this were a time of war and they were prisoners, Bash would have popped up right now and helped them.

But haphazard oak is no longer an oak.

Miserable as being made to spectacle such a mindless duel, let's just say it's worthy of the orc's shame.

It is humiliating, even as a bash, to be perceived as that is the duel of the Orcs.

"Ca!"

Two, I heard a maiden scream.

When Bash looked that way, a Dwarf woman looked at the arena and raised her voice.

Bash and I quickly realized that this voice wasn't just a scream.

Because when it comes to screaming, a woman smiles.

Yes, they're yellow cheering.

In the arena, the next duel was taking place.

Fighting between orcs, after all.

Compared to earlier, however, the movement was much better.

Again, unmotivated or murderous, a duel like deception, but it was a more attractive fight.

Especially if you're a man with a sword and a shield, you seemed familiar with how you can move to look like you're in contact, and how hot rushes seem to be taking place.

Bash saw the way the man fought, and I felt like I'd seen him somewhere.

"Cool!"

"Steaky! Hold it!

More than that, I cared more about the Dwarf woman cheering.

Hi, I hear the guy with the shield is popular.

They even tell me to hold him.

Bash is also a word that I would like to be told because it is just for once.

Besides, the woman screaming was looking not so bad.

"I'm not sure, but apparently a strong oak is popular among dwarf women"

"Sounds like it."

"If I show my husband strength, I think it's one shot, but how do I show it off..."

"Hmm."

Dwarf women are popular for strong oaks.

In other words, if you show the strong spot of the bash somewhere, it's possible that the women on the list will turn around as well.

Bash is an oak hero.

As far as strength is concerned, it is like already guaranteed.

Let's say Bash's virginity is also a light in front of the wind.

"Come to the arena. You're a woman? Oh, come on, you're an oak if you look closely!

And the drunk next to me raised his voice like that.

His face is bright red again, too. I have a beer in both hands and a barrel of liquor at my feet.

I could already see that I was completely drunk.

"Hiku, that's an oak. I'm convinced I want a woman. But hey. Unfortunately, no use. No use, no!

"What's the futility?!? My husband is so strong!? What a one-handed pussy you are!? The women looked at it and said," Ca, hold me! Isn't that what it is?

"Look, you, that's the mistake. Those absurds, they're just watching the battle. That's not why they're yelling at the Orc slave fighters, either, because they're having an affair. I'm just excited about the fight itself!

"Mmmm... Really?"

The light I thought I had given closed.

Disappointing bash.

Did you see such a bash, or did you just want to say what you wanted to say drunk, Dwarf continued.

"Man, if a woman really wants to, you're going to the Martial Arts Festival!

"... what happens when you leave?

"The one who won the tournament. Huh! You can make every wish come true!

"Every, want...?

According to that Dwarf description, here's the deal.

The Martial Arts Festival is the largest festival of the Dwarves, organised by King Dwarf.

This is the same girl taught me yesterday.

But the truth is, whoever wins the tournament, in the name of King Dwarf, will get all his wishes fulfilled.

It is, of course, about the scope of King Dwarf's authority, but its scope is too broad.

For example, the warrior Doradobanga.

When he first won the tournament, he wanted this dovanga hole and became a lord.

When he won the next tournament, he hoped for an inexhaustible wealth.

In addition, in the next tournament, the status.

In addition, at the next tournament, King Dwarf's daughter was given to his wife.

Thus, the unreliable Dwarf, who was the one who did not have it, said he had it all.

"I mean, the winner. Oh! Naturally! It's easy to get one of the women!

Bash looked at Zell face to face.

If you win, you get what you want.

If you follow the example of Doradobanga, your daughter-in-law gets it too.

It was a perfect match for the bash.

"I see, well, that's what happened! What Breeze was saying!

"Oh, it seems so! I can't thank him enough!

Breeze hasn't said anything in particular.

But Bash and Zell thanked him deeply.

I'm sure he led us here in anticipation of this situation.

Exactly an informative human, the alias for 'Hold Your Breath' is not Dade.

"You guys are going to the festival. - Nice! But a blacksmith named after this town has found more or less fighters. I'm sorry to hear that!

Yes, if you want to compete in the tournament, you need to have a blacksmith who will be your partner.

"Sir, that!

"... Oh!

Thinking back is yesterday's girl.

A shaken opponent, but she was craving a fighter.

Then the interests coincide.

"I can't do this, I'm going back now!

Zell popped out.

It flew at an unprecedented speed.

Zell's feathers vibrate to their limits and fly at such a speed that they may be accompanied by shock waves.

Bash also chased it like light.

Drunks were bounced off by the shock, but all they did was laugh at Guerraggera while they fell.

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When we arrived at the girl's house, the time was already night.

She said she was going to find a fighter, so she doesn't look like a girl anymore...

I thought she was leaving the house now.

"Hey."

"! Yes, no, this is different, sister! I'm not leaving the country..."

The girl said so as she looked back in haste, but looked at Bash's face and breathed relief.

"What, is that you... what's going on? I'm telling you, if you're talking about having a baby, I won't. No matter how many times I beg. I have something to do. And for that, we have to find the fighters."

"Um, I'm here to be your fighter"

"If you're forced to handcuff me... then think carefully. This one looks like a back alley, but the guards go by, and now I resist... what?

The girl looked up at the bash as she patted her eyes.

"I've come to be your fighter"

Bash repeating the same word.

But the girl, even though she could understand the content of the words, could not swallow them.

After confusion, I saw Zell.

It's the one you shouldn't look at the most at times like this.

"I'm going to win! I'll be there for you!

Zell also raised his voice to help Bash.

The girl sends her gaze to the bash, somewhat surprised by the obvious attitude.

"Are you sure? Didn't you have something you were looking for? I mean, what were you looking for?

"... it"

Asked, Bash wonders if he should answer only for a moment.

But the opponent is someone who's already been shaken.

Finally, Dwarf is polygamous.

I wouldn't have a problem if I told you.

I wish I hadn't even found out I was a virgin.

"... a woman"

"What?"

"I'm looking for a woman to be my wife"

"Ha... I see. So, you want to win the martial arts festival and get a woman quick..."

That's what I'm talking about.

The girl looked at Bash with a frightened face.

I'm just asking if that's why you suddenly attacked me.

"What does it matter to me? More than that, are you sure it's okay with me? My blacksmith's arm is first-class, but they... I think my brother and sister are going to interfere or something?

I don't mind.

Bash is an oak hero.

During the war, he has broken many great enemies from the front.

It was a routine tea meal, such as being interrupted by manoeuvres.

But bash before purpose, he's invincible. I have slaughtered any enemy.

It's like there's no obstruction.

"... but, hey... will you be my fighter..."

The girl was confused again for about a few seconds.

But eventually I understood reality.

There are tears on the edge of my eyes, and they are going to overflow.

I gave up half of it.

I'm sure that I wasn't even given a place to show my strength, and that I was about to kneel in dark despair when I spent the rest of my life.

But no.

Now I have a warrior in front of me.

He's one of us who fights with us.

I don't know how much this orc is, but if it's my arm, if it's my weapon, I can point to the winner.

Finally, my brothers and sisters will say gaffoon.

"All right!"

When she wiped her tears immediately, she smiled nicely to deceive her.

"Well, please do me a favor now!

"Oh!"

"... uh, what's your name?

"It's a bash. This is Zell."

"I'm Primeradobanga. Call me Primera!

Bash was thus to join Primera and compete in the Martial Arts Festival.