Orc Hero Story - Legend of Degree

Finals.

If it was meant to be, the audience is bothering and inflating their breasts to expectations.

The two fierce players who won the semifinals will fight and end the long tournament.

I've never been more excited.

but this year's final was unusually quiet.

In the semifinals, an unrivalled battle shown by Balabaradbanga.

Most of the audience here know how the fragmented banga usually fights.

Looks like a dwarf, relies on weapons and defeats any enemy directly from the front.

Such a way to fight, reminiscent of the former Doradobanga.

That is the fragmented banga.

Such a man escaped as if he were a recruit, and he couldn't escape, losing as if he were going to blow himself up.

I didn't applaud as one, I was surrounded by agitation and perplexity.

But part of the audience thinks so. I don't think Balabarado Banga was cowardly.

Because he was the champion of this martial arts festival.

Because I remember bravely defeating every enemy last year.

And even this year, you've fought everything decent except the battle against Bash.

I'm sure he had something to do with it.

Everyone wanted to think so.

I couldn't win without that.

Even then, it didn't extend.

It's also the oak that's trying to try such an oak.

At the last tournament, Oak decorated the semi-finals while being a slave.

Donzoi.

Slave Orc's best man of strength.

A popular slave fighter, skillfully manipulating a buckler equipped on his left hand.

Many know his strength.

I don't know where you've been sourcing weapons from, and I don't know who the blacksmith is in the holding room, but he's definitely one of this year's winning candidates.

But still, the opponent is bash.

Oak hero.

Compared to the two previous battles, none of them think Donzoi can win.

Well, the strong win.

That would be good.

But whoever saw the strength of the bash, who knew Bash's alias, thought this uniformly, and kept his mouth shut.

(No adults)

and.

It's like an adult mixed up in a kid's play, you even get that illusion.

Regardless, the rule that Bash should not participate, of course, did not even exist an indiscriminate......

Right now, Donzoi is the only one in the arena.

In a few moments, a bash who has finished his time to repair his weapon will show up.

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When Bash arrived at the arena, Donzoi closed his eyes, put his arms together, and stood without being slight.

But when I saw Bash coming right in front of me, I clouded my expression.

"Bash, why..."

To confused Donzoi, Bash said.

"I know what you want."

Of course, Bash doesn't know what Donzoi competed in this tournament for and what he asked Bash to abstain from.

But with Bash, I kind of get it.

Donzoi wanted something and went to this tournament.

And to win, he tried to keep the hostiles away.

What Donzoi wants.

That's probably an honor, Bash expected.

Oak is something that boasts strength and prides itself on its arm.

Leaving the country, caught and enslaved, he is in exactly the state of disgrace.

Reclaim your honor.

I guess the best way to do that is to win this tournament.

That's what Bash thought.

Well, I'd say it's generally not wrong. Far from the right answer though.

"But I have something to ask for too... if I win, I'll get a woman"

To the words, Donzoi's complexion changed.

No way, you're lying, just a face.

If you were a woman, you would have promised.

I thought so, and when I looked in the corner of the audience, there was a Dwarf woman, Donzoi's daughter-in-law, sipping solidly and looking at this one.

Bash looks at you again.

"Why...? What do you mean, bash?"

Bash returns his gaze to Donzoi.

Speaking of blah blah, Donzoi's wife was not Bash's preference.

Maybe she's a good woman.

Most importantly, that's not the problem.

Assuming Donzoi's daughter-in-law was so beautiful, it's possible she changed her mind at this moment, but no.

There are two reasons.

First of all, Bash is an oak hero.

Bash himself thinks anyone can be a woman, but if he's still taking him home, a woman who's not ashamed to be a hero is more desirable.

I got a slave woman from Donzoi, who is a haphazard oak, and when I bring it back, I can't face the oak king.

And one more thing.

This one is more important.

"Donzoi, if you have pride as an orc too, fight and take what you want"

With that word, a lightning-like shock ran into Donzoi's mind.

That's right. That's right.

Why was I trying to avoid fighting the bash?

Because the purpose is the same.

Because I want to decide at the end with my own hands and declare the liberation of slaves with my own mouth.

There's that too.

But that's not all.

This is what Donzoi thought somewhere in his mind.

"You'll Never Beat Bash"

So I gave up before I fought.

It used to be different.

When everyone in the Bouders Squadron was alive, I thought I was stronger.

In fact, I used to be stronger myself.

Soon they became one another and were pulled out.

But then again, I thought if we got into a fight, we wouldn't lose.

Only ever will Bash be the warrior of the Troop, and only ever will he be the top warrior in the country......

And he's a hero while Donzoi's a slave.

Now I wasn't even questioning that I couldn't beat Bash anymore.

"... pride as an oak,"

Proud.

Yes, I'm proud that Donzoi wants it back.

Slavery, lost, that proud feeling.

Becoming a slave, after a while, I remember the words spoken by my owner, Dwarf.

"All you have to do is give the orc a fight and a woman"

The Donzois were precious slaves.

It was only very recently that they were pulled out to the arena, where slaves fought each other and let the audience decide whether to kill or not.

When they were fighting in the underground arena, they used Namakura weapons and were forced to wear fragile protective equipment.

Settlement if the weapons are broken.

Rules equivalent to the Martial Arts Festival.

First of all, I was forced to continue a playful duel without dying.

Is something like that a battle between orcs?

This is more like a duel between orcs, like wiping your soul away with your soul, it's amazing.

"Right. I was wrong."

How long could Donzoi have had a weak heart?

I want to get out of this painful situation, but I don't know, maybe I was asking a hero to do the worst.

"I'll tell you what a real duel between orcs is, Dwarves."

Fight and take what you want.

Women, freedom.

Give way, not be given.

Fight, take it. It's the orc.

If you are proud as an orc, even if your opponent is a bash, you have to fight and win and take it away.

Bash taught you again.

With that in mind, Donzoi sets up his sword and shield.

Bash also sets up a great sword.

And

"Graaaaaaa!"

A vibration ran into the arena.

Trembled.

Quietly.

I remembered at the same time.

The Dwarves remembered.

I hear it in the arena, like a hog roaring, not out of my mind.

During the war, we heard ourselves in the fight against the Orcs, that roar.

body tremors felt on the battlefield, and fear.

Give me a real walk-ray.

"Graaaaahhhhhhhh!"

The second vibration is even greater.

Walkley, unleashed by an oak hero, terrorized all the spectators in the arena.

I let my chest dance at the same time.

Bash, I think, never had a single walk-ray in this tournament.

Even that battle with the Balabaradbanga was not serious.

But no.

In this final, the same place called Oak, he is serious.

That man sends a gaze of envy, as the brave men of war greet him and clasp his mouth, bluening his face.

A voice of excitement springs from the venue.

At the same time, the orcs took a step forward with each other.

Two, three steps, run out.

A progression that would not think of any defense or anything like that.

At the same time as it bumps into each other, a heavy metal sound echoes across the coliseum.

The finals began.

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Everyone thought it was over with a blow.

A blow of Bash's divine speed was thrown into Donzoi, who was swept away for a few meters.

It's not over, that's what I realized, only because Donzoi landed off the back of his leg.

Donzoi made and stopped at the back of his leg for about two meters, staying in the plump momentum.

I endured that bash blow.

As soon as it was recognized, the venue went out of its way.

Those who knew the weight of Bash's blow raised an exclamation.

As you can see from the battle against the Balabarado Banga, there is no protective gear that can withstand the blow of the bash.

If so, Donzoi must have recieved it with that shield in his left hand.

But who can take the blow of breaking the dragon head-on?

It is an amazing skill.

"Hey, that Donzoi guy, he was in the same unit as Bash during the war."

If anyone can say so, the venue is in full swing.

There is a man who can fight each other with Bash.

The games that I thought were going to end lightly, but the games that Bash was just going to win without being very popular, I don't know, it's getting interesting.

"Graaaaaaaa!"

Donzoi roars and goes into the bash.

Orc-like, barbaric march.

Bash intercepts it too.

Set up a sword, step in, wield, and strike Donzoi with a blow that will leave time behind.

A shock wave caused the dust to rise around them.

Guyine...... and the metal sounds echo.

Donzoi is plunged and left on the ground again.

Bash was no longer on the loop or anything.

This is the final game, there is a reason you no longer have to think ahead, but Donzoi's unleashed walklay had erased the word hands-down from the bash.

What's happening now is an oak duel.

A collision of pride, pride, perseverance and perseverance.

There's no way an oak hero's bash could do that.

That's why Donzoi's going in, too.

Replace the shield with your right hand and hold the sword in your left hand.

Everyone wondered why.

Donzoi is right-handed because anyone Dwarf who goes to the arena to pack knew.

It's just that everyone had predictions, like why.

Donzoi's left arm bone had already been crushed.

Orcs don't throw down weapons.

All the more so if it's a duel.

Even if you throw it away, your shield comes first.

Weaponry is the norm in the dominant hand.

But Donzoi goes with a shield.

Go with the shield you're good at.

Keep your shield up and march to foolishness, approaching the bash.

"Graaaaahhhhh!"

The bash sets up and steps in.

But for a moment, the motion was dull.

The next moment, Donzoi was diving into Bash's pocket.

Inside between the great swords of the bash.

A special time for Don Zoe to manipulate the sword with one hand.

The sword protruding with his crushed left hand swept through the flesh of Bash's neck and splashed blood.

Immediately, Bash's knee kick pops Donzoi.

Once again, the distance opens a few meters.

The shield is Beco Beco.

The curved thick iron plates were so concave that they were no longer useless.

I've prevented Bash from attacking three times.

No matter how much you recieved, you didn't disable all those shocks.

On two slaughters, Donzoi's left hand bone is shattered.

I just shed a blow, and the bones on my right hand are crushed too.

But still, from the hand that holds the sword and the shield, no power is lost.

I have pain.

There is a severe pain running in Donzoi's hand.

But a warrior who unleashes a walk-ray doesn't blunt his movements with pain or anything.

"Bash!"

"Donzoi!"

Bash set it up.

Different setup than before, holding the sword backwards, as if throwing it with responsibility on your shoulders, or sticking it in place.

Donzoi doesn't change his mind.

As always, he heads straight for the bash while hiding his half in the shield.

The crossing is for a moment.

The sound sounded long.

Bash and Donzoi had stopped, staying in the bumped position.

Donzoi was not plucked.

Bash is not moving.

Everyone understood that a settlement had been reached.

But no one knew which one had won.

In silence, what the audience heard was the sound of a tonal fork sounding.

Wynn, Wynn... and I hear that sound intermittently.

From somewhere.

No, up there.

When the audience looked up, there was something falling from the sky.

Something shines silver as it reflects into the light of a pocky, empty hole in the dovanga hole.

When it hit the battlefield helicopter, it drew a big arc.

It jumped to the center of the arena, near Bash and Donzoi...... made a crisp noise and stabbed him in the ground.

It was a sword.

No, should I even say selfishness?

There was a blade that grew from the ground about inside the sword.

Whose?

If you look at it, it's obvious.

Bash's sword was broken from the middle.

By contrast, there is no sword in Donzoi's hand.

But as soon as I looked, I saw him poking at the edge of the arena. He's alive.

Donzoi's shield is likely to crack in two even now, but it still maintains its prototype. Still alive.

Only Bash's sword was broken.

"Shit, winner...... donzoiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

The voice of judgment echoed, and the winner of the Martial Arts Festival decided.

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A few minutes later.

Donzoi stood in the middle of the arena feeling bored by the fox.

Bash no longer looks like him.

The loser left, and only the winner remained.

But the feeling of winning was faint.

The other guy is that bash.

Shortly before Donzoi was taken prisoner, there was no one else in the unit who could already win.

It was rumored that sooner or later he would be a hero, and he became a hero, to that bash.

What I felt as I fought was a historical difference in power.

Left arm that can still be crushed after being slashed.

Into the nostalgia, through the neck muscles, still unstoppable gall strength and thrust.

Even with the last blow, yes.

Bash would have had a way to slaughter Donzoi, even if he didn't break his sword.

No, the intersection before that......

It's been crazy since I put it in Bash's pocket.

Yes, I let him in. To that bash's nostalgia.

Even the Beast warriors, specialized in speed, couldn't get in, in Bash's nostalgia.

I guess I was being modest, Donzoi thought.

Even so, you weren't supposed to let Donzoi win.

The slaughter was heavy and could have died instantly had it not succeeded in the recirculation.

If Donzoi was going to outsmart it with some modesty, he would have pulled himself back, that's what he was thinking.

Though inherently humiliating, wonder and Donzoi didn't feel bad.

Because the bash ahead was the king who fought last year... and this year was stronger than his counterpart, Balabaradbanga, who burned to revenge.

As the word goes, Bash showed the audience a real oak duel.

I defended my oak pride.

On top of that, he gave up the win to Donzoi.

After understanding everything.

If it were a former bash, I wouldn't have been able to do that.

He should have beaten Donzoi lightly and reigned as a winner.

The last time we broke up, there was a place where the smell of the kid hadn't come out yet.

But I guess not anymore.

While Donzoi was at a standstill as a slave, Bash grew steadily and became a hero in both his inner life.

"It's Donzoi, the winner!

Donzoi looks up.

Only when the king of Dwarves sat in the VIP seat in the arena and looked down on this one.

"Come on, make a wish!

No, you're not.

I'm sure this didn't give way to a win.

Donzoi was given more of a test than an oak hero and survived it.

So keep your chest up, Donzoi opens his mouth.

With your own hands, to accomplish.

"Free all slaves in this land!

Thus, Donzoi was freed.

He was trapped in a dovanga hole, along with all the slave orcs.