Orc Hero Story - Legend of Degree

Shortly before the start of the main battle, the holding room.

There, Primera was relative to Bash in her frustrated face.

"Look, I'm going to make a weapon for the main battle with more temper than usual. But maybe your strength won't last long. Because I won't tell you to put up any more blade muscles. Think of something you can do to make it last."

"Okay."

In this battle, the fighter and the blacksmith are each given a dedicated holding room.

The holding room has a furnace and gold floor so that simple blacksmiths can be made.

These are allowed in the tournament to be used to repair damaged weapons.

However, the amount of time that can be hung for repair is not that long.

Until the fighter's game is over and the next game begins.

The first round is very long with 32 games, but as you win, the number of games decreases, so does the time spent repairing them.

Naturally, there is no time to disassemble or create parts from scratch.

Of course, not all matches take place in one day.

He plays three games on day one and decides the top eight, and the winner is determined in three games on day two.

Only three games. Nevertheless, it's a game where warriors of war shoot each other for real. There is a considerable load of weaponry.

A simple repair can bring a match.

Let's also say that's the blacksmith's battle in the main battle.

"Anyway, I have to get through three games today, because winning is another dream of my dreams..."

Primera wasn't sure.

The sword was meant to strike a full swing.

I used the first few days of the main battle and struck it out politely.

I am proud to offer something much more sturdy than what I used in the qualifying round.

But before the tournament, that unsubstantiated confidence doesn't boil down.

If you don't know how many times, the sword bends, and you don't know what caused it, then naturally.

"Let's do something about it"

Bash held the sword and waved it lightly two or three times, saying so.

On the side, Zell is nodding in the artisan's face.

All I'm saying is that this sword was raised by Non.

And so Primera, she glanced at Zell.

"Zell, how long will you be there?

"What!? Something sudden!? Shall we?!?

"Oh, you shouldn't."

"Why!? Am I off the hook? I don't think so! The three of us have been trying so hard! What? I didn't do anything? You're doing it!? For example... oh? Is that hand a little uncomfortable? Yeah, you tried too hard last night to burn me, didn't you? That, and you look beautiful today, huh? It's slippery, isn't it? Why? Why!? Oh, well! Because I'm cured! Look, it's useful!

"Oh, yeah. Thank you for that. I appreciate it. But under the rules, this hall is off-limits except for fighters and blacksmiths."

"Oh, my God."

Yes, this hall is off-limits except for fighters and blacksmiths.

I just claimed how Zell flew in from the sky, and nothing that doesn't work is no good.

It's a fairy that sprinkles a healing powder.

Bash and Primera would be disqualified in one shot if found.

"Ugh... you got it. Then let me watch my husband's bravery in the audience. Husband, it's a fight!

"Uhm."

Zell flies out of the holding room.

All that was left was bash and primera.

Bash's gaze is naturally nailed to the primera.

Primera is ready for the blacksmith job and wears thin.

A valley of big breasts hides gleaming and ignites Bash's virginity.

"Hey, what's up? Giro Giro..."

"Don't worry. Just watching. In the name of Oak King, it is forbidden to have intercourse without consent with a Fae."

"Ugh... well, as much as I look... oh, I'm not cute, am I?

"That's not true"

"Oh, well... hey, you have a pretty bad taste"

Primera didn't feel bad.

Think of it, more than a decade after Primera was born.

Half-human, so I've lived off the aesthetic sensation of Dwarf.

I didn't even care about the guy, and I've never had a bash to tell me.

"And that, as I said earlier, is the first round. I've looked at the tournament table earlier, but the opponents in the first round are mighty. Gorgol of Auga. You know that.

"Whatever. I've fought shoulder to shoulder."

"Then you'll see how strong it is too"

"A warrior I can count on."

"We have to break through that first..."

"Uhm."

Bash nods.

The look is the same, I can't ask Primera.

It looked like it was always the way it was, and it seemed like it was always nervous.

"After all, is it hard?

"No, it's no problem. I'm going to win."

Primera opened her eyes and looked back at the bash.

Bash, as always, looks at Primera.

Straight eyes.

I won't stop believing I can win, those eyes.

I should have ever held a sword that had bent just once or twice......

"... winner, or"

Primera thinks it's hard to win.

Indeed, Primera has also aimed to win at first.

But now I thought it was hard to think realistically.

Bash.

Anyway, this foolish warrior is bad.

If this guy is a little better warrior and he waves his sword with skill, not power, it seems like he could win...

Well, it'll be hard this time.

I'm sorry I pulled a hectic warrior.

Winning is difficult.

But still, Primera has an opponent who wants to win.

"Anyway, it's today! Game three on day one. At least we win that far! Ok!?

"Whatever."

Game three on day one.

What hits there is a Beast warrior named Colo.

A warrior who has bad behavior and doesn't hear good reputation, but is sure of his arm.

That's good.

The person who struck his weapon.

That's who Primera really wants to win.

He's the one who's been looking down on himself the whole time.

Even if Bash is a bonkers warrior,

That feeling remained strong.

"Lord Bash! Soon, it will be a game!

And that's where the attendant came to call.

"All right, then come on!

Primera slaps Bash's bumpy shoulder with a basin.

Bash is, you know, never soft for a woman, but from the bash, after enjoying the feel of a palm that's soft enough for a few seconds.

"... Ooh!

And, in temperamental terms, he was to leave the holding room.

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First round bash vs. golgol

Two men stand in the arena.

One is a man with red brown skin.

He is more than four metres tall, a species characterized by abnormally developed shoulders and jaws.

It is an auga.

What you're holding is a wide range of swords, commensurate with the size of its body.

Wrapped in metal armor.

He is a warrior who is now also seen as a winning candidate for the tournament.

Gorgol of Auga.

During the war he was a warrior with the alias' Titans of Iron 'and shook up the League of Four Races.

If it were a dwarf, there would be no strangers.

The reason I'm in the tournament now is because a friend I met accidentally during the war.

My friend, Dwarf, was captured as a prisoner during the war.

The two men, who mingled in triviality during their captivity years, have deepened their friendship even after the war and compete in this tournament every year.

Last year's tournament was sixteenth, last year it was eighth, and although it was the result of the tournament that did not sift, it was because a friend, Dwarf, could not create a weapon that suited his height.

Top of the tournament when it comes to strength.

He is a warrior who is also named as a winning candidate.

The pair are over two meters tall.

A common oak warrior, with green skin.

But backwards from appearance, he's also a famous man.

"Heroes of Oak" bash.

Oak's strongest man.

And no stranger shall know his name, even though he hath not known his appearance.

A man of all calamities aliases.

"Dude, that sounds like an interesting card from World War One"

"Golgol is one of the best in the tournament. No matter how oaky they are, they don't win from the front."

"The key is how Bash gets into Golgol's nostalgia..."

The audience was excited to see a good card from the first round.

But some of the audience was trembling.

"... because"

"I envy you. I can't believe I don't know how bad he is..."

"Oh, what we're going to start with is not a game. Unilateral execution."

If possible, I want Golgol to go home alive.

They had a sad face and watched an org of war.

They knew that Golgol was going to be a miserable piece of meat.

Because during the war, more than once, my people have been made to do so by Bash's hands.

Armor has nothing to do with it.

No matter how many celebrities wore forged armor, the blow of the oak transformed the armor into wreckage.

'Destroyer' is not the only town. Destroy everything.

"Bash, long time no see..."

Golgol.

Knowing or not the fears of such an audience, Golgol was speaking to Bash with a slightly gloomy face.

Bash is also slightly out of touch.

They also knew about each other.

"Since the showdown of the Lemium Highlands, huh? Breath disaster, was it?

"Oh."

"Oak King, permit, leave the country."

"He's a wise, nostalgic, merciful man."

"Phew."

Golgol laughed with his nose.

Bash will be the only one who can say merciful etc. about Oak King Nemesis, which can also be described as the incarnation of that battle.

"Well."

After such a brief exchange, Golgol set up his sword.

The tip of the sword pointed to heaven and covered the bash with shadows.

Speaking of its face, it is once distressed.

The mouth is tightened and the back teeth are bitten.

It's the face of a brave orga.

It's the face of a man when he challenges someone he knows will never win, someone he knows will die if he challenges.

"Do, or"

"Uhm."

When Bash set up his sword, the air cooled in an instant.

It was just a setup.

Really, I just stood there to make it easier to wave a sword, a simple stand.

But whoever could find a gap from it, he was not alone.

When the battle was decided in an instant, everyone understood.

Even a child who knew nothing closed his mouth and took a breath.

Until then, the absolute strength grew from Bash's structure.

So much so that the relative Golgol looks sad.

"Num!"

Golgol moved.

A blow with no philosophy whatsoever, waving down the sword I erected.

Overwhelming mass, with restraint, but erasing the opponent if hit directly.

Boom.

The dust hangs out and the dirt splashes.

My vision was blocked.

The moment someone in the audience thought so, something popped out of the dust.

The audience thought it was a piece of Golgol flesh.

Especially the longer I was on the battlefield, the more I thought so.

Because the soldiers who have challenged Bash so far have done so in silence.

Anything that has ever been relative to Bash, because its memories are all over my brain......

But no.

It wasn't a piece of meat, it wasn't a bloodbath.

'Something', when it made a light noise with Hyun, again, landed on the ground of the arena with the roar, raising sand dust.

So the identity of that 'something' was revealed.

It was a mass of iron.

For Dwarf, no. Everyone on this scene had a familiar shape. That's what people called the 'sword tip'.

Seeing, the sword that Golgol shook down had lost its way from the middle.

The referee screamed.

"Winner, bash!

It was an instant event.

In conclusion, it was predictable that Bash would have smashed Golgol's sword.

Alternatively, as a result of Golgol knocking his sword to the ground, it also looked like the sword had broken, but the fighter's sword, as it would remain in the final, could not possibly break and fly to the point of knocking it to the ground.

There is no cheer.

Everyone didn't really understand what happened.

Are you telling me that the 'Destroyer' bash added a hand and a heart......

Bash returns the sword to the sheath and returns to the holding room.

Golgol glances behind him.

But when he meditated his eyes as he eventually gave up, he fell on his knees and put his fists on the ground with both hands.

It was a tribute to the Auga for their defeat.

Thanksgiving they say should be done to the humiliating but absolute strong for Auga......

No one knows what happened.

But that Golgol admitted to losing.

At last year's tournament, Golgol was destroyed and still didn't admit to losing, and he kept rumbling.

Even as it was bloody, Golgol, who was held down by several warriors in total and shouted that he had not yet lost, lost his will, even though it was just a blow, not even wounded on his own body, etc.

The fact penetrated the audience...... eventually a roaring cheer occurred.

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WWII Bash vs. Geddon

When Bash stood in the arena, his opponent had not yet arrived.

Bash decided to stay with his sword and wait for his opponent with dignity.

But there's no one there to live with.

From the audience, the booming sweeps away and encloses the arena.

Eventually, a single Dwarf appears in the arena.

It was a dwarf who came to call Bash in the first round.

Is he the other guy?

That's what I thought. A bash with a sword, but Dwarf didn't have a sword.

He pulled out the red flag that stabbed him in the hips and waved it so that it looked like the whole thing.

More booming......

"Winner, bash!

Bash's victory was declared.

Gedon was an abstention.

◆ ◆ ◆

Ww3

That's how it came to WWIII.

When Bash puts his face on the arena, he still doesn't see his opponent.

Bash closes his eyes and remembers his conversation with Primera in the pantry.

Primera rejoiced at the undefeated victory of World War II, saying, "Next. The next thing is important......" he encouraged me to tell myself.

The mere appearance of wearing a skinned jacket gave me a mole of motivation to bash.

Primera was happy, but as a bash, it was a shame his opponent in WWII abstained.

After World War I, Primera repaired Bash's arsenal in the furnace, because at that time Primera's blacksmith appearance was very lustrous.

My chest shakes every time I wave the hammer, and I see my armpits every time I wipe my sweat.

Bash was desperate to contain the urge to strike, but at the same time he wanted to watch all the time.

"Enter from the Tiger Gate! Fighter Colo!"

And, from the front of the bash, one man came in.

A man with black fur and a noticeable nose of a beast.

Still young.

Probably a few years younger than Bash.

Colo.

I also know the name Bash.

Young, the man who was the head of the Beast Army's SWAT.

Speaking of Beast Army SWAT captains, they are famous for cutting deep into enemy formations and interfering with the main unit from within.

A man who used this tactic like suicide to end the war without dying.

Strength comes with origami.

On the contrary, he even gets medals during the war.

Wolftooth Great Optical Medal.

It is the medal awarded to those who are supposedly the bravest on the battlefield and have led to victory many times.

(Hmm)

Now, from here on out, it's Bash's unknown story.

Medal-held SWAT team leader.

A man who has achieved so much success that he can live in his country without any difficulty.

When it came to why I was here, poor bare lines were the problem.

After the war, he made repeated violent incidents, lost his place in the Beast country, left the country so that he could be expelled, and after wandering the country, he reached this Dbanga hole.

Naturally, even the dovanga hole did not change its poor predisposition.

However, there was only one thing about the dovanga hole that was different from the others.

Yes, there was an arena in this Dobanga hole.

This man, who does not doubt that strength is supreme, was finally able to find his place in a peaceful post-war world.

However, at the Martial Arts Festival last year, it was supposed to be dry acid.

His ranking last year was the fall of World War II.

I can tell you he fought well during his first appearance, but he burned.

I brushed my moves and lowered my head, which I didn't even want to lower.

However, due to the poor behavior, the most important items were not available at the Martial Arts Festival.

Yes, weapons.

It was one Dwarf who showed up to him like that.

The dwarf scolded Colo for his poor predisposition, in a nice, airy tone.

Don't bark like such a frightened dog, you're more grand.

Colo hit the blacksmith upside down and repelled him, but that's something like Dwarf, or the next day he showed up with a kellow face, and he still scolded Colo for his poor predisposition.

"Just do as I say for once."

Dwarf said that many times. I thought Colo would definitely listen to what he had to say, but one day, uh, I tried to follow Dwarf's words on a whim.

It was in the arena, right after I defeated my opponent.

I always tried to help the person I was kicking, cursing and spitting in dirty words.

That battle was quite a struggle, and I'm sure it was a distraction because I was tired as a colo.

In the next moment, Colo was blessed.

All the guests in the arena gave me a compliment.

It's a compliment I've never received since the war.

Colo has changed a little since that day.

The poor nature of the bare line itself has not changed much.

Your attitude is huge, you spit on the side of the road, and you can curse your opponent with dirty words before a game.

But at least, we don't trample defeated opponents anymore.

Knowing that, Dwarf was pleased.

He praised Colo that if he did it, he could do it.

Colo felt good and asked that Dwarf to produce the martial arts at the Martial Arts Festival.

Dwarf was somewhat surprised, but he immediately agreed.

Then a few months later, Dwarf repeated his trials and errors and made me the right weapon for Coro's body.

I have a blacksmith, and I have weapons.

With a complete system, it was decided to come to this year's Games.

A Dwarf blacksmith who helped him like that.

Name is Carmeladobanga.

……

The audience thought Colo would put the bash in front of him and curse him for sure.

Ever since, Colo has been doing that.

So that's how I cursed them this time, and I thought I'd lose like no other.

But it wasn't.

He rounded his tail before the game started and gave Bash a bowl of grace.

It has never happened before.

I never thanked any of them for intimidating them before the game.

Beast warriors thank you......

That's obviously only when you get a warrior of your stature to lend you a chest.

Colo admits it.

that Bash is a better opponent than he is.

Nor is the subsequent setup like making fun of your usual opponent.

Formal structure of Beast army swordsmanship, with lower hips, half body and sideways in a position where swords can be held.

It was that structure that went into the hall.

"It's an honor to fight you."

Colo himself didn't think he would take such a special victory attitude.

I was going to say that even if Leto, the brave one, is stronger, I'll prove anything to you.

But I thanked nature for that, and nature and words were leaking.

Colo doesn't even know why.

It's just that this is Game 3 of the Martial Arts Festival.

A place I couldn't reach last year, a place I couldn't come alone.

The opponent is Bash, an oak hero. If you've been on the battlefield for a long time, there's no such thing as a stranger, a warrior of war......

So this is what we should do (...), Colo thought.

I never wondered why I was behaving like this.

"Uhm."

Bash nods again, too, and sets up his sword.

The game began quietly.

The colo runs out without sound and goes around to the right hand side of the bash.

Rapid braking and steep swirling.

From right to left of the bash, he runs in to pull out, swinging his sword through.

Flash.

Only at all times was Bash's arm swept out, and the colo was plucked like a puppy.

Height it to a few meters. His body gently crossed the walls of the Coliseum and was slammed into the audience.

Fortunately, there was no convoluted audience.

But if you try to colonize it, you can say that unfortunately there was nothing to cushion it.

Colo never got up.

"Winner, bash!

The game was over soon.

in Bash's victory.

Colo suffered an unmatched defeat, as some audiences thought.

But there was nothing to laugh at him like that.

On the contrary, they were sparsely applauded.

Thus, Bash's final tournament appearance was decided.