Orc Hero Story - Legend of Degree

Primera was praying to God in the holding room when the finals were taking place.

Perhaps it was Bash's martial arts that he was praying for, but he didn't have a desire to know exactly what would happen.

But I was just praying.

For a while, the holding room was quiet.

I didn't hear any brawling in the arena.

Primera is something I don't know, but the arena itself, some of it wouldn't have been too noisy.

Slightly, with a cheer of wah, I could see the game had begun.

Cheer a few degrees.

It didn't last long.

But whenever he cheered, Primera's shoulders trembled.

Eventually, I heard a loud cheer that rocked even the holding room.

I knew right away that the game was over.

Primera put her hands together and prayed.

I don't know what I prayed for.

Did you hear that prayer, or did you not hear it...

The hall door opened with a rattling noise.

It was Bash standing at the entrance.

Bash stepped into the holding room,

"Mm."

And raised a small voice.

At the same time, he made a noise with Gashan and his shoulder fell.

My shoulder clasp bounced.

One leg was barefoot, whether the tread had been broken or had fallen off somewhere.

That's not all.

The sword Bash held in his right hand had also broken from half and lost himself.

"Ah......"

Primera looked up at the bash, feeling relieved and then sorry.

We lost.

Because of my immature arsenal.

"You lost, didn't you?

"Oh."

Bash nodded in a dismal tone, evidently unprecedented.

But Primera thought this was a good idea.

Bad for Bash, but I was immature.

Weapons and protective equipment, far from perfect, were like toys, compared to what other fighters were wearing.

You couldn't have won.

I couldn't have been better honored.

The result of the semi-finals is by no means reasonable for Primera, but it was still better than the win.

I'm relieved.

"I'm sorry."

"... I have no choice. Donzoi's temper was real. If I really hit it, I'd be proud to scratch it."

At the same time, I regretted it.

If I could strike a better weapon...

If you can hit the best weapon that Bash can withstand even if he means it......

I couldn't help but think so.

If I were more proficient, I wouldn't have had to let Bash say this.

"What are we going to do?

"Right...... you'll go to another town"

As a bash, I could have kept looking for my wife in this town.

Because the town of Dwarves has no problem with how much powder they put on women.

But I pretended to have the greatest and surest chance: the Martial Arts Festival.

Then there's no reason to be in this town.

What, the majority of people in this town are Dwarves.

Some women aren't bad, but basically they don't fit Bash's taste.

"Damn... or..."

Primera heard it and bit her lower lip.

I couldn't win because of my lack of strength.

If so, the promises I made before the game would also be counterproductive.

As a primera, it's a complicated feeling.

It's a shame at the same time that I'm horrified, there's something wrong with bending the promise from me that if I just win, I feel that way.

"Are you leaving soon?

"Oh, I don't need you here anymore."

Bash said so, turning back his heel.

After this, I guess I'll collect the sword I keep at Primera's house and embark on another journey.

"Hey!"

On the back of such a bash, Primera calls out.

Something in the primera was screaming that I couldn't let you go easy here.

Primera said.

Never mind.

While I am aware that it is a word that has skipped quite a stage.

"Me...... let me hit your weapon for the rest of my life!?

It was a Dwarf flow proposal.

Build a weapon of lifelong warriors together.

I need you to be my partner in the battlefield.

Word of a wartime dwarf, with that meaning.

If peaceful times continued, different words would have been born again, but only three years after the war ended.

This is all Primera knows.

"I'm in time"

And of course, Bash, I don't know the language of such a proposal.

Or if you're even one of those loud fairies here, say, "Now! Maybe there's a pulse!" and may have made a scene......

Unfortunately, there was no Zell here.

"Oh well... I guess... you know what I am..."

Bash is slightly uncomfortable with a primera that drops his shoulders and nods without force.

Beautiful girls are depressed because of their defeat, naturally.

Well, what's the matter?

Should even words of comfort be spoken?

"... If the sword ever breaks now, please"

After worrying, that's what Bash said.

…… All right! Until then, I'll be able to strike a sword that will satisfy you!

Primera looked up and nodded over and over again.

I didn't know what Bash was saying, but he told me he still had a chance.

"Bye."

"Yeah......"

That's how Primera dropped off Bash's back.

While dating my selfishness, I didn't complain about a single thing to the end, but the back of a great man who taught me something really important......

"Thanks... I'll do my best..."

In a solitary room, Primera renewed her determination.

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"Sir! Good luck! No, I didn't expect my husband to lose! But my husband was overwhelmed with strength! It's a game with rules, so you don't have a choice! Looks like Donzoi's brother was pretty much in on this rule, too! If so, is the battle good luck in time! Blah, if you keep going like that, it's my husband's win, and sometimes it's called my husband's vessel to give up the win!

As Bash left the holding room and went outside, Yoisho attacked him.

Yoisho used a higher technique of praise and comfort as he pivoted around the bash, and ended up hugging him on the shoulder of the bash.

It was Zell.

"But I'm sorry to hear that. I would have won if the armor had been a little tougher..."

"Right. But the victory over me would have restored Donzoi's honor. We should be able to wave the big players back to the country."

"Don Zoe's husband, because he didn't think he could win, he's just flabbergasted..."

Zell was watching the game in the audience.

By the way, it was also a coincidence that Donzoi was in the same unit as Bash.

"What are we going to do next? Do you want to keep looking for women in this town?

"No, I'm going to another town"

"Hmm..."

Zell also knew that the complexion of the bash he was looking for his daughter-in-law in this dovanga hole was not excellent.

At least, when I was in the town of Humans and the town of Elves, I looked at people on the road (like that) with more anticipation, hope and passion.

Even when I'm looking for a candidate for daughter-in-law: "It's not bad. Not bad......" he had a lot of delicate looking faces.

Whatever, let's just say I seemed the happiest when I was looking at the valley of blah, blah, blah, primera breasts.

I guess Dwarf doesn't like it after all.

Think of it, he didn't look so sorry after he was defeated and came out of the arena.

For what I expected was smaller than usual, it would mean that I was also less discouraged.

"That's what you're gonna do."

Then you'd better leave town like this alone.

Because there are more women who deserve a bash.

"But where are we going next?"

And, at that time, there was a shadow standing in front of the bash.

"Master Bash!

Wide range of swords in metal armor.

A slightly different face of fur among many similarly dressed people.

A young man with a lizard head.

Tide Nile.

He took Bash's hand as he wore tears out of his eyes.

"Earlier... Earlier, all slaves were freed...!

…… Right. "

"I, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Mmmm..."

The Tide Nile story didn't really grasp the guidelines, partly because the whimpering was too much.

But apparently, this lizard youth has found out what Bash wanted when he won.

I guess I've been disillusioned.

Know that all the heroes of the oak are barricaded by one woman.

"Um, Master Bash, what do you do after this?

"Uhm. In the meantime, this town is going to leave. I don't have any information on where I should go yet..."

"No information on where to go!? If that's the case, I want them to come to their village! Absolutely, you're all welcome!

Tide Nile says that to his eating mood, but Bash looked bitter.

Lizardman is a friendly species with oak.

Unlike Fairey, who wasn't organized during the war, Lizardman, who specializes in fighting on the water field, was often involved in the operation.

Bash himself, it's not like he has a bad impression of Lizardman.

I find it reliable to line up my shoulders as a comrade.

"No, it's not an excursion mountain trip. We can't stop by."

"Yes... right..."

However, given the purpose of this journey, I could not agree to it.

Because Lizardman is an ugly species for Orcs. More than a dwarf.

At least, those who think they deserve to be the ones to have sex with will only be quite fond of things.

Even as a bash, I wanted Lizardman to be my daughter-in-law and spare me making children.

Even if there was a woman who would take Bash's proposal.

"If something like this happens, I'd like to go there."

"Like this one..."

Tide Nile twists his neck.

Unfortunately, I don't hear stories like the orcs are enslaved.

However, the word 'festival' was associated with the word 'festival', like this one.

"Ah!"

"You got something?

"No, I don't think this has anything to do with Master Bash."

"Hmm?"

"She has officially decided to engage the Third Princess of Beast Country, Inuela, and the Trikabuto of Elf Country, and Beast Country sounds like a festive mood in celebration"

"Really?"

It was really irrelevant.

Bash dropped his shoulder.

But the only one who thought so was Bash.

Zell was pinning.

"Husband... I'm sore!

"What?"

"Hey, I need your ear!

Zell whispers, a fairy whisper.

"Isn't it something that makes people jealous or want to imitate when someone else has something good to do?

"Uhm."

Thinking back is what happened in Elf country.

Behind Bash's unsuccessful proposal, 'Hold Your Breath' was getting a brilliant elf daughter-in-law.

As much as I envied him.

If you say you don't want to imitate it, you lie.

The elves are monogamous, therefore, I abstained......

"Maybe something similar will happen in Beast country."

"In other words?"

"You're blunt now, my husband! Look, the fact that the princess is married means that there will be a wedding boom with the Fae in the Beast Country, too!

There's going to be a wedding boom with the Fae.

If you do say it, is that even possible?

Bash looked at Zell.

Chest stretching zel with a doya face.

I never thought this fairy's ability to gather information and sense the enemy's purpose from the information it gathered could be more reliable.

"Zell, I'm glad you're on this journey."

"Hehe, I'll do something about the smell of water!

Bash's shoulder, Zell slapped Petin.

Bash once again thanked Zell and turned to Tide Nile.

"Thank you for the information. I'm going to head to Beast Country."

……

Tide Nile shakes his neck.

However, I took the liberty of guessing that there must have been some reason to look at the current Nightshaw story.

Because that bash is what we're talking about right now.

Because he is a true hero, who freed the slaves of the orcs imprisoned in the Dwarf country and defended his pride.

"Okay! Your information seems to have helped and most importantly!

"Sooner or later, at the end of this journey, I will disturb your village."

"Yes! At that time, you are welcome to raise the village!

"Bye!

"Yes, master!

Thus, Bash embarks on a journey.

All the way to Beast Country.

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Dwarf's country, Dbanga Kong, was the only one to talk about the Martial Arts Festival for days afterwards.

Orc slaves who were imprisoned long after the war.

One slave warrior, who kept coming back to regain his freedom and pride.

It was one orc hero who came to rescue them.

The hero, with the help of the daughter of a warrior, ascended to the Martial Arts Festival and was relative to a slave warrior.

The hero gave the warrior a test, and the warrior survived the test.

Thus the warrior regained his freedom and pride and returned to his country...

Such poems were sung everywhere in the tavern, and the Dwarves toasted the manhood and pride of the orcs and the wonderful battle.

The merchants, who had enslaved the Orc warriors, were exposed to evil and left to flee the Dbanga hole.

The colloquium has become idle, but it's about the Dwarves who like to make money, sooner or later, they will regain their vitality.

"But I do."

Now, when the Dwarves talk about it in the liquor store, two questions arise.

One is the backdrop of a hero.

Having conceded his victory to the warrior in the arena, he has been persistently disappeared.

It doesn't send the liberated warriors to the country, it doesn't stay in the dovanga hole, they're gone.

Nevertheless, by then, not a single case in the Wrinkle Forest had reached the Dobanga hole, so "I mean the hero. I guess I headed to the next land to protect the pride of the oak," he concludes, not even if it didn't hit me, not far away.

"Daughter of the Warrior, you mean that Primera, right? I can't believe that little girl with only a tall nose column could help a hero, can she?

Another is the story of Primera, who helped the hero.

"No, that's it, it's also the hero bash who broke Primera's nose column. A true hero told me that Primera had changed her mind."

"Is that true?

"Ah. That's the proof, I hated Primera. You apprenticed to pieces. No, it's not about being apprenticed, I'm talking about being yelled at like every day, not saying a word, not complaining, working silently. The enthusiasm, the other day in the tavern, I can't even say" I can't fake it ". That piecemeal bunga, huh?

"Ha... I guess the hero hit me so hard..."

Yes, Primera apprenticed to pieces, the best blacksmith in Dobanga hole, in order to keep her promise to Bash.

I don't do anything to make myself look bigger than others like before, and I work in blacksmith training without sieving my sides.

Some still say her "mother's blood is bad".

But there were considerably fewer who badly spoke of herself, who helped the hero and continued her efforts.

"Oh, gossip."

She visits the tavern once every three days.

Speaking of dwarves, she drinks every night and does another blacksmith job even after she drinks, but she does it every three days.

I'm not coming alone.

I must say, I was bringing one woman.

"Carmela's sister is with you."

"Lately."

Primera first visited Carmela the day after the Martial Arts Festival ended.

Primera visited Carmela's workshop with one bottle of liquor in one hand.

Nobody knows what words she exchanged with Carmela afterwards.

But, oh, no one came to the liquor store with me and saw me drink and drink with pleasure, and I thought it was a fight breakup, as usual.

"In the end, you mean the Orc heroes have also dispelled the Dobanga sisters' misconduct"

"Can you do that? That's not true."

"Fool. No. You're a hero because you do something else you can't do."

The two Dwarves laughed and held a beer in their hands.

Lift the cup of your right hand and hit each other in the cup.

"To the Orc Hero"

Lift the cup of your left hand and hit each other.

"To the child of Dobanga"

Lift up the last two cups and pound them so that they are all hail.

"Cheers!"

The night of the Dobanga hole was still wrapped up in hustle and bustle today.