Orc Hero Story - Legend of Degree

The next morning, Bash was coming to the woods on the outskirts of Dobanga hole...... outside the mountains.

The corner of the forest was cut open, like a square.

There, the prototype of the armor and the thought-provoking are rolling gobbly.

It is a garbage dump in Dwarf.

Most dwarves, failures are cast and reused, but not all can be reused immediately.

The excess is dumped outside the mountains so that it can be used by anyone.

Primera was in such a square with her hands on her hips, looking up at the bash and sticking out her jaw.

It is a gesture of intent.

"I'm really going to go out and get the winner."

"Oh."

When it comes to bashes against, it's a raw response.

I don't have a choice.

Because from Bash's point of view, the valley of Primera's chest is just visible and eye-catching.

"A leading blacksmith makes a weapon that suits a warrior. So I'm going to build a weapon that suits you."

When Primera said so, she offered a single sword to Bash.

A wide-ranging, meat-thick double-edged sword.

Are you using a special metal or the surface is glowing red?

Is the blade crossing a meter and a half or something?

I would use it with both hands if I were a human, but one hand is enough for the oak to use, such a length.

"That's not even the greatest work in the sword I've ever made… but it's one in a good sword I've made"

"Uhm."

Bash receives the sword.

At that time, Primera's hand touched her and her heart shivered with excitement.

I was reminded of the feeling of Primera's shoulder I grabbed last night.

Though the shaken opponent, Primera is a beautiful girl...... you can't be not excited.

Now he's dressed in a thick coat, but he also knows that there's a muscular yet idle woman's limb hidden in it.

When it comes to primera against, I'm not used to seeing the oak enough to peek at its complexion.

Therefore I don't notice the bottom of the bash.

"Fortunately, there's a lot of armor right here to try out"

When Primera said so, she lifted one of the armors and placed it on the pedestal she had brought.

"I want you to shake it first and give me a candid opinion. I want you to do more like this, or something."

"Okay."

Bash waved his sword up and down when he confirmed that Primera had pulled it off.

It was light motion.

However, the primer was unable to discern the operation.

Behavior that has been repeated tens of millions of times.

The blow of the bash, with its power to break every man, was struck into the hardest part of the armor, not in different dimensions.

And neither Kin nor Kang made a beautiful sound and was swept through.

"Ah..."

The moment Primera blinked, the armor shattered and scattered like a rupture.

Various parts make noise and scatter with Karan Cologne.

If any man knew the bash of the battlefield on this occasion, he would have been convinced at the same time that he would be at war.

Even if not, if he were any more or less of an arm's length, he would have shuddered to the point of wondering what the shock created by the current blow was.

If you were a wild creature, you would have immediately admitted defeat and showed your stomach whether to escape or not.

It was such a blow.

The girl didn't run away or show her belly.

I yelled.

"You idiot!

She screamed and ran over to the bash.

"Do you have a guy who slaps you like that! It's not a stick!

And when I took the sword from the bash, I saw the blade.

The blade was bent as if it had been used even by Tsukiko, and pointed in the direction of the day after tomorrow.

"Uh, look. You've bent over."

"Mmmm..."

"Damn, what kind of idiotic power... haha..."

Primera complained of the pump, stroking the crooked area with her fingers and sighing grandly.

But I immediately shook my head and saw the bash as if I had regained my mind.

"But anyway, you saw the challenge. You are a fool, and the arm of a sword is no big deal. Then you'd better make it more durable than sliced."

"What!"

Zell's eyeballs popped.

That should be it, too.

Zell had never seen a guy once who saw a bash blow and said, "No big deal about sword arms".

It was just those who took that blow and died without words or knelt down with a look of war and looked up at the bash.

"What? Am I wrong?

"... not wrong"

Bash, I don't care.

That's what I've been told twice before.

Bash himself, I know a few warriors with more sword arms than myself.

So I thought the arms of my sword weren't as big a deal as I boasted.

"So I'm using this sword"

"Hmmm... it's better to be big and hard than a half-breed weapon... ok"

Primera looked at the sword on Bash's back with a giddy look, then hit Pong and his hand.

"In the meantime, I stood by your martial arts. I'm going to be caged in a workshop, so you can take a look around town."

"Can I watch where you strike the sword?

"No, you can't!

Strongly rejected by words he casually heard, Bash raised a single eyebrow.

"Why?

"Why and some shit! Dwarf Forge is Dwarf's secret!?

Primera held her own shoulders and pulled one step from the bash.

It was Zell who saw it and came with a pin.

Occasionally, this fairy gets more guesswork.

For this reason, sometimes the public refers to Zell as "Zell of Telepathy".

(Sir, I tried to hold you yesterday, and you seem alert)

(Really?

(Not just Dwarves, but blacksmiths dress close to naked. Though it's an attempt, considering yesterday, I can't help but think it might be attacked)

I was told I was dressed close to naked and as a bash I would have loved to have seen it nearby.

There's no way I don't want to see it.

But you couldn't force me to say no.

Because Oak King's life forbids consensual intercourse.

"Okay. Then let's go to town."

"Because the prototype will be finished at night...... right, come back to the point where the clock needle pointed to 7. You know how to look at a clock, right?

"It's okay!

I can't see the sun in Dwarf town.

To this end, you will know the time by looking at the clocks available throughout the town.

It is a culture unique to the Dwarf country, and few other races can read the clock, especially in the Seven Race Coalition.

but Zell could read it.

Because when it comes to intelligence the Dwarf army, being able to read a clock needle can be of great benefit.

"Okay! Then I'll hit you! You're gonna make an awesome product like you've never had before, so you're gonna have to wait with your neck long!

When Primera said so, she ran out tough and headed back toward town.

Bash dropped it off, and now he saw Zell wondering what was going on.

Zell had his hands on his hips, swelling his cheeks.

"... No, you don't believe me."

"What is it?

"What! She said her husband's sword arm was no big deal!? He said it was just stupid! Orc's heroic husband! My husband's sword, who has slaughtered any enemy!

"It's true that sword arms are no big deal. That's what the man who gave me this sword told me."

Bash said so, pulling out the sword on his back.

This sword, like an iron mass, was given to Bash, who had lost his weapon several times on the battlefield at the time, when a Demon general said, "This is just right for a Gasatsu like you".

"In fact, whoever had a better sword than me was in the oak."

"Really? Husband, aren't you a little underrated? Sir, you've never seen anything like where you're fighting, have you? My husband's the best of the orcs, isn't he?

"The battle in the first place is not dictated solely by the arms of the sword"

"Well, sure, that too! It doesn't mean you're strong if you're good with swords!

Zell also knows very well that the arm of the sword is the only thing that matters to survive on the battlefield or defeat a great enemy.

Strength is composite.

The arm of the sword is just one element of it.

Now, the warriors of Ancient Now, East and West, and of all swordsmanship, were defeated and died by someone less in the war.

And the victorious were many ordinary men who were just strong, who were never masters of swordsmanship.

"Well, then we're going to see the town! Because if you don't find a woman to fulfill your husband's glasses, it could mean you don't have someone to nominate when you win!

"Right!

Bash nodded and went back to town.

◆

A few minutes later, Bash was visiting a tavern all over town.

Fortunately, no one blamed Bash on the Dobanga hole.

Is it because of the many other races or because Dwarves are not very hostile to orcs?

I don't know why, but Bash was not as hostile as the country of Humans, nor could he be seen with surprise as the country of Elves, and he was able to take a seat in the liquor store.

The purpose is, naturally, to continue yesterday's gathering of information.

"Heh, so now your father and mother aren't your real parents?"

"Oh, yeah! But I love you as much as my real parents... no, I love you more than that. Oh, my God, you picked me up when I was a war orphan and I was dying, and you raised me this far!

"That sounds fantastic! You're a very filial man! No, Dwarves are a lot of people in law, but this is the first time I've seen you this far! If that makes you such a beautiful person, aren't there a lot of people to tell?!? You horny bitch!"

"Damn, Fairey's not doing well!

Target is this tavern billboard girl.

Name is Polyne.

Bash looked at Zell's information-gathering with anticipation as he had a cup in the corner of the tavern.

Bash never speaks.

Zell is a lot better at gathering information.

He's still an artistic handyman, gathering information from Polyne.

Her inner feelings are just getting naked.

If you win the Martial Arts Festival, you get all the women you see.

Most of all, from what I've heard, there's only one person I can get.

If so, it becomes important who you get.

Anyone as a bash, but if you're still going to get it, I'd prefer a superb woman who won't regret it.

To that end, we need more detailed information as well as names and occupations.

From the list I made yesterday, I carefully selected the one with excellent appearance, and now I'm exploring the contents.

Bash just has to wait for that information, choose which woman he will get, and win the Martial Arts Festival.

It's too simple, too easy.

In the sense of appearance preference, the Dwarf woman means that even if carefully selected, it's still not far from Judith or Sandersonia, but if you're sure you can get it, you can meditate on that as well.

……

Bash thought of intercourse after the win and loosened his mouth.

Polyne is tall and thin among dwarves.

Dwarf-like redheads are clustered into ponytails and served with a broad look.

It's not like she's an extinct beauty.

If there were a hundred women of all races, collected randomly, Bash would not choose her.

Naturally, when I saw Judith or Sandersonia, my chest didn't squeal.

But he was pretty good among dwarf women.

Anyway, Polyne's breasts are bigger than Judith's or Sandersonia's.

Stir up liquor, thinking of freeing it up.

It is the Dwarf stream that holds the cup in both hands and drinks alternately.

Bash had distilled liquor in his right hand, beer in his left hand and tasted alternately.

Distilled liquor tasted just as good as Dwarf's art. The mellow sweetness spreads through the mouth as it is included in the mouth, soothing through the nose. When swallowed, the cool heat and numbness characteristic of the distilled liquor irritates the throat.

Beer doesn't belong to Dwarves. I guess they import what humans make. Bitterness characteristic of wheat wine and refreshing acidity. Throat is refreshing and I can drink GabGabe like water.

Women get it for sure.

Good booze, too.

I have nothing more to say.

Since his journey, Bash has, no, since the end of the war, appeased enough to say the first time, watching Zell and Polyne with a tron of eyes.

"What does it feel like to be a man of choice?

"Well, I guess a strong man would be nice. You live long, you don't get sick, you protect me if you have to. Even so, don't bother dying first. I don't want to see my body die anymore."

It is precisely the condition that applies to bash.

Zell sent Bash a thumbs-up.

Bash tries to nod back at it......

"Hey."

Second, there was a shadow on Bash's face.

Polyne's busty chest disappears and a muscle-covered chest plate appears.

When Bash raised his gaze, there was the face of the bearded dwarf.

"What the hell are you looking at?"

"That's the woman."

Bash answered honestly.

I'm just watching, so there shouldn't have been any blame.

"Heh, you're after our idol? Fuckin 'hell!"

"That's you!? Oak is after Polyn!?

"Don't listen to me!

He made a rattling noise, and the rough men rose up and surrounded the bash in an instant.

Nevertheless, Dwarf, the back length was not even as good as the bash sitting, and Bash looked over at them in a slightly overlooking fashion.

"You can't? I was just watching, wasn't I?

"Don't line up for me."

"You've decided no!

"Get on the table. I'll kill you."

Bash was bad, couldn't grasp the flow of the story.

But now I know what they want to do.

These sights were also commonly seen in oak taverns.

He gets drunk, feels better, somehow flirts with others, and takes them straight out of the store.

And a fun beating in front of the store.

I mean, a fight.

In short, they are selling fights.

You want to get drunk on booze, get in the booze, and hustle and bust your powers around you.

"... Hmm"

Bash never came to this country to buy a fight.

Even to the elf opponent, I never sold the fight, and I never bought it.

But now Bash is sober and feels good. Hing is also on board.

If the opponent was so motivated that he didn't buy a fight, he thought it was an oak break in name.

If it wasn't the man with the beard surrounding the bash, if she were an extinct beauty, or she would have gotten the option not to buy it, too.

Bash's purpose is not to gain fame.

But the woman I'm looking for said, "I like a strong man" in front of me, but where is he who doesn't buy fights?

"Fine."

Bash took the sword that was standing beside him.

Of course, I'm not going to use it in a fight.

I just thought I'd leave it somewhere out of the way because I'd have trouble getting it stolen.

……

"Oh, hey, that..."

"You're lying... it's the Unbreakable Demon Sword..."

But the moment I saw the sword, the Dwarves' complexion changed.

From drunk red faces to pale enough to think you even hung over.

The Dwarves' gaze alternated between Bash's sword of love and Bash.

"No way, you, bash? of" Oak Hero "…"

"Yes."

The Dwarves noticed.

I sold a fight to a hell of a lot of people, he said.

If you are the one who fought orcs on the battlefield, then everyone knows Bash exists.

I can't tell your face apart, but if you look at the weapon in your hand, it's obvious.

"You're lying..."

"Think of a line where you can fight and sell..."

"One silver coin is too cheap..."

As Bash tried to get to the surface, the Dwarves paved the way in unison.

Oak fights are also together in terms of going outside and fighting, but there was an implicit rule that the side I sold would go out first and wait.

Does Dwarf mean the opposite?

With that in mind, Bash went outside the store.

The boulevard is surrounded by the same hustle and bustle.

Looking beside him, there was some brawl in the two liquor stores.

Bash laughs furiously, arms together, and waits.

……

But the Dwarves didn't come out.

Now, of course, there's no fighting, and I can't even show Polyne that he's a strong man.

Or is Dwarf's fight also a decision for the selling side to prepare something?

When I started to think so, I saw someone coming out of the store.

Much smaller than a dwarf, that figure belongs exactly to Fairey.

Zell.

"Zell. We're going to have a fight. You wanna mix it up, too?

"I don't think you need to join my husband... I mean, my husband's opponents, they were all running out the back door."

"What?"

"Maybe I had a fear for my husband."

It was a clap out.

Bash unwrapped his arm and went back inside the store.

Then surely there was no sign of those who had earlier tried to sell the fight to Bash.

On the contrary, he doesn't even look like Polyn.

"What about Polyne?

"Looks like I'm done for the day. What are we gonna do? Do you want me to tail you?

"No... did you gather the information?

"Perfect"

"Fine then. Let's say we go next."

It was inexplicable when it comes to fighting, but a man as big as Bash doesn't care about trivialities.

It's indigestion, but if the opponent escaped, it's an automatic bash win.

And I didn't even come to this town to have a fight.

Bash and Zell went to the next tavern to achieve their original purpose.

◆ Dobanga Kongju ◆

Doradobanga has over ten children.

They are called 'Sons of Dobanga' and reign as one of the ruling layers in the Dobanga hole.

They inherited the blood of a warrior, and everyone is good.

As a blacksmith, as a warrior, or familiar with both, there are many first-class people.

Balabarado banga.

Commonly known as fragmentation.

He was such an exemplary 'son of Dobanga'.

He was the eldest son, he also took part in the war and got enough results to earn praise.

As his oldest son himself, he thinks he would be such a presence, leading his brother and sisters and helping them if they were asked for help.

On top of that, he continues to drill because he is top notch both as a blacksmith and as a warrior.

Just as the great father, Doradobanga, was......

In fact, he won last year's Martial Arts Festival and was going to win again this year.

The other 'son of Dobanga' respected him and relied on him.

Just one.

Except for my youngest sister, who was born with a human.

"That's what you said when Primera was caught by an oak?

"No, he said no. Listen carefully. Primera said she took the oak!

It was my sister Carmela who rushed in that day to pieces where she was working out for the Martial Arts and Fixtures Festival.

Carmeladobanga is my second daughter, but she was so well looked after that I thought she was my mother, and often looked after my brother and sisters.

None of the other brothers who are not in the dovanga hole will know her cooking arm.

Regardless, as the 'son of Dobanga', the blacksmith's arm is also top notch. As a warrior, it's second-rate.

Her recent troubles like that are her youngest sister.

I'm talking about Primeradobanga.

"The Son of Dbanga" is a symbol of anticipation in the Dwarf and is arguably the hope of the future.

Naturally, drilling is built to meet expectations, and most people are growing as they expect.

Only Primera was different.

She was not the only one expected.

Because I was born weak and human blood came out thick.

Hyorous body, thin arms... such a daughter, I can't do it as a blacksmith or a warrior.

That's what everyone said.

Even the same 'Dobanga child' thought so.

She nevertheless loaded with drills to be ashamed of herself as a 'Dobanga child'.

He was hopeless as a warrior, but still said he should be able to make it as a blacksmith.

But I'm still immature in my blacksmith arms, and I can't achieve anything.

But only the mouth was a cloud ago.

No matter, no one should have admitted it.

Carmela of worry advised her many times.

At the very least, stop talking big, you're immature, so work on the blacksmith as immature, and stop if you can't do that.

Though Primera hastened the outcome never heard of it.

At the end of the sentence, Primera began to say that she would compete in the Martial Arts Festival.

Carmela said.

It's just disgraceful, and not only your honor, but also the warrior who can help you, so don't.

Of course, there was no way Primera would have ears to listen to.

It is normal in that way.

I know both pieces and Carmela.

She has immature arms, but most importantly, she's not conscious enough.

There is a sense that warriors will keep their lives in the weapons they make….

That's why no warrior in the country can help her find out what's going on.

I can't believe I caught an orc from a foreign country who doesn't know anything about it...

"I'm worried. Orcs don't care about dwarf women, but she's a half-human... I hope it's not a big deal..."

"... don't worry, Orc should be forbidden to have intercourse without agreement with other races. Orcs are keeping it."

"Ha, that's what your brother says because he's a man. I can't believe we agreed. We can take as much as we want later."

……

The pieces were listening to Carmela as she waved her sword bare.

I take the body of consultation, but I'm pretty sure its substance is stupidity.

Always is. She doesn't care about piecemeal opinions.

"Assuming you're safe, there's no way you can beat him with that weapon. There was a case last year where you lost because of your arsenal and were beaten to death by an angry warrior, right? Well, the other guy's a retarded oak. You took a lying fairy. What happens..."

Oak takes Fairy.

To that information, the fragmentation stopped the bareback.

"Well, isn't it the orc of slaves that caught you?

"Huh? Oh, you said you were a traveler. I came when I was stopping that kid at the border. You made sense, and you didn't sound like a rip-off oak."

"Oak travels......? Take Fairy too...?

Balabaradbanga was in the war.

I've been in battle with the Orcs a few times.

Orc is a retarded species, but it's never called a warcraft that doesn't make sense, and since working with Fairey, he has repeated elaborate operational actions.

"Those guys, what? What's the purpose of the journey?

"I don't know. I'm not asking for details. Whatever, he said he had something to look for. Ha, how important it must be. Anyway, it came from the wrinkle forest."

……

Stinky.

That's what the pieces felt like.

I've never heard of orcs traveling or anything like that, and well with Fairey.

There must be some purpose.

And piecemeal, there was a sense of purpose.

"What's the name of that oak?

"Name? What was it... The men I spoke to last night said," Bash, you sound like a warrior with a name. Both of you, you're usually so proud of your accomplishments on the battlefield, you're freaked out by one orc, and you don't feel sorry for yourself. "

I thought my hair would stand upside down.

The pieces looked back and grabbed Carmela's shoulder gagged.

"Bash!?

"Hey, what's up? You know that?

Bash.

Oak hero.

The Dwarf disaster, which left the name of 'Destroyer' wanting.

He who is on the front lines of the battle against the oak, and no one knows his name.

The warriors who are grateful to the Dbanga clan listen to the demands of pieces and carmelas.

They are formidable warriors.

In the battlefield, no matter what enemy came, he stood fearlessly and crossed the dead line.

We are also proud to be proud warriors and fearless dwarves.

He who says what he licks has a temper to twist him.

But at the same time, they know.

We know where the dead line is for us, where the limits are, after a long battle.

Only a few of them died just crossing the dead line.

That's why I understood.

There are opponents on the battlefield who will never win, he said.

Bash is one of those guys.

And that's what's coming to this dovanga hole.

That's what I heard, the pieces couldn't forbid the war.

"Anyway, brother, do something for me. I don't think she's pitiful. Just because I was born half-human, looked down, struggled, hastily irrevocable, by the way, I'm not an orc sex slave, much, am I?

"Uhm......"

Balabaradbanga roared in arms.

His thoughts were not already in Primera.

About the evil of the dwarves who bark at this dwarf hole.

Golden Deceased, they have continued to do certain things, disputed by the post-war dynamics.

Only a few people know that fact, including Balabaradbanga.

Balabarad Banga has left it where he thinks it is... if Oak King has sent a bash in to try to fix it...

In some cases, this dovanga hole could have stained the blood.

"What's that oak doing now?

"Sounds like you're going to be working with Primera for the Martial Arts Festival... I'm talking about Orc, I'm sure you like Primera instead of helping Primera..."

When he heard it, the pieces grated his chest.

Compete in the Martial Arts Festival.

I guess that means exposing the evil of the example in a just and just way in this dovanga hole.

That's what I think.

but at least, there will never be a pile of corpses stacked in this dovanga hole.

"... then let's be"

"Huh!? How dare you think your pitiful sister is pathetic!?

The pieces resumed their bareback.

With him, it's not like you're not worried about your sister.

But it's Bash on her side.

Perhaps you will be here under oak king's covert orders, an oak hero.

If he's trying to use a modest means, it's not going to be that bad.

Just because you're acting like that, Orc has a hidden will to be friendly with Dwarf.

"As for Primera, I guess that's not going to matter. By and large, you're overprotective."

If Primera has managed, I know she's been banging her big mouth from time to time and bragging about things she can't even do.

You should see the pain in your eyes for once.

You have to be beaten down, think about helplessness, and still get back on your feet and work hard.

You should push yourself into that situation.

Otherwise, she will continue to maintain the status quo forever.

I mean, it was a word I thought about Primera's growth.

But Carmela didn't take it that way.

"Uh, yeah! Okay, I get it. I'm not asking you to do this anymore! I talked to you. I was an idiot! For you, too, that kid means he can't be a member of the clan! It hurts, but it doesn't matter if you're gone!

"Well..."

Balabaradbanga turned around, but there was already no sign of Carmela there.

"Totally...... Nevertheless, has the oak finally moved"

The last three years.

Evil has persisted.

And some resisted it.

The pieces think of themselves as samurai at the time of Doradobanga.

Whether you are a samurai-like samurai.

"I hope his efforts are wasted..."

The only thing I can do for a fragmented bunga is just pray for the good luck of that warrior.

I have fought and continued to stand, the martial arts of one warrior, even though I have been placed in harsh circumstances….