It was easy to find the place.
Because boiled smoke stood up like wolf smoke.
Forests were cut and explored, and primitive dwellings combining large tree leaves and wood were built.
However, none of this is about twice the size of a human being.
Even bigger for a small body Rene.
A number of faces peered at Rene through the doorway and window.
All the inhabitants looked like thick skins sagging, brown hair on dark green skin.
It's a species called Auga. Muscular, young and old, with as much body as human adults, even in children.
Auga is relatively small among demons commonly referred to as' giants' and is highly reproducible in exchange.
It is also a species of warriors who have always fought at the head of the Demon King's Army in wars between people and demons, and the horrors of which are still told among people.
By the way, they tend to think of it as' the fool of power alone 'but that's the prejudice that comes from the low magical aptitude and the swine rush on the battlefield, and that you're actually more intelligent than Goblin, synonymous with bad wisdom, for a big brain?
Such orgasms were living in this densely forested area forming tribal societies.
There will be plenty of reasons why people don't go into this dense forest zone in a detour, but one of them is definitely them.
René was in the square in the middle of the settlement.
The tribal warriors came to René suddenly with the brilliantly equipped undead in a battle posture.
In the one-touch air, but still not a battle, is to deduce strength from Rene's wrapped evil, and the presence of the Forge, a giant dog who makes a "feast" behind Rene and gives him a stare… "The Rotten Steel Beast" again.
If Auga makes a suspicious move, he should be flying instantly.
It is in the territory of Forge that this settlement is located.
The "rotten steel beast" was like a natural disaster that was hard for the orgasms to reach. It was also natural to be surprised and confused because that was what made me a strange undead child and into the settlement.
Relative to Rene is an orga with a body as lumpy as a rock.
With scars engraved all over his body, large and small, and giant beast fang ornaments jarring all over his body, that org was huge at one time among the giant assortment of orgasms. Will he be about three and a half meters tall?
He has a huge studded club and is equipped with a metal, boneless breastplate. Apparently, he has metallurgical skills.
This auga is a grand chief that binds all the tribes of nearby auga.
They say his name is Nvadogi.
"I mean, we all swear allegiance to you and tell you to be soldiers."
"Yeah, that's right. Seems to understand quickly and most importantly"
Nvadogi says with a gobbling and rock rolling voice, René affirms it.
It should be noted that Rene, unable to speak the Demonic Common Language, borrowed items for translation from Evelis. It's an earring that translates the words you hear and a choker that translates the words you speak.
Demons with a generally human intelligence and sociability, and a body similar to a person, are collectively referred to as the 'Demons'.
Auga is, of course, a kind of thing.
Trained demons, like people, become a brilliant army that understands complex operations and manipulates various kinds of armaments.
But not only that, but it is also possible to carry out economic activities as part of forming a society during normal times.
It also means, of course, that the cost of doing so is multiplied, but even if you only build an army with undead soldiers and beastly demons, it's like a stakeout as a country. It is only by holding and ruling the people that we have the power to obtain it. Most importantly, an army of undead biases is too weak to beat the opponents who come to counteract it.
If there are more people to follow, we will also be able to create an army that can cross with the Powers. Rene decided to do it.
I mean, they're future national candidates.
But to the word to obey, the Auga warriors surrounding Nvadogi are naturally bewildered and constantly colour.
"So, the Great Sheikh! Let's do this!
This is an insult to our tribe. "
I did it to my blood. An orga screams as I poke Don on the ground with a stick.
It is the instinct of demons to follow strong demons. Something that feels the difference between nature and power and follows the strong… but it's a story limited to low-intelligence demons who make instinctive decisions. Highly intelligent demons are not only flushed by instinct, but judged by their heads whether or not they should be followed.
For example, most augs in this tribe would be as weak as garbage for Rene. But as long as community cohesion is maintained, even their weak augs should not come sworn to René to pieces and compliments.
When Nvadogi glanced slightly around his neck, the noisy ogre made him feel half his height.
"If you are strong, you will obey... that is all.
It wasn't decided that he was weak. Not sure yet. "
"But little girls like you beat the Great Sheikh, etc..."
"There's no difference in being able to follow 'Yangtze in the Woods'"
Rene was laughing in her heart at the gaze of a worthy Nvadogi.
Even to Rene, who suddenly appeared and demanded obedience, Nvadogi's uncluttered attachment to bullshit still seems to be Forge's presence.
"Obey the strong and be the bravest soldier. That is the pride of Ode's warrior.
Ode became chief because he was the strongest. While no other tribe had a stronger man than Ode, he became a great chief.
If you're stronger than Ode, we'll obey. "
"That's good. So, how do you decide which is stronger?
How dare you go into town. If it's a fair decision, it's up to you. "
"It's decided. It's a warrior duel. Chief, it's always up to you.
Offset the battle dedicated to the god of war, Vulcanaeto.
Name your tribe and pray all night, fight with the morning sun "
The Vulcanate God spoken by Nvadogi is not the God that man worships.
In the realm of the faith of the people, there are many 'son gods' beneath the great gods, and furthermore those gods send 'angels' to guide the people.
Just like that, on the side of the Evil God, there are many evil 'demon gods' beneath the Evil God, whose gods are manipulating the 'demons'.
Vulcanate is a demon god. I don't even know Rene very well about the details, but he is a god who is likely to be worshipped by the Brain Muscle Race (Auga), who seeks even rough battles and consequent destruction and killing.
In other words, Nvadogi's suggestion is a service match played in God.
It's not a ritualistic thing to look at from the atmosphere, it's a transcendental gut-fight in the 'no more dead' system.
So if René beat Nvadogi, surely the tribal orgasms would have nothing to complain about.
"It's just... the weapon you use is determined by this"
Nvadogi says so, and when he receives something huge from behind, he releases it to René and comes over.
It wasn't the pillars of stone that rolled before Rene...... it was the giant stick that scraped out the big rock. Colorful paint with primary colour system.
It was an unimpeded delicacy to call it a 'heavy weapon' even through the giant body of an orga.
"Don't bewitch me, I won't admit the weapons of the weak. Ode will not forgive you if you denounce the duel."
"Forgiveness? If you fight as hard as you can, my army will win, won't it?
Remember, I'm tailoring you to your ways. "
"I don't know.
But try. We fought until the last soldier without a woman or a child, and you fought us. I regret your loss. "
"Yeah.
... okay. "
Nvadogi is not shaken by the provocation either.
Rene looks down at a stick that obviously weighs more and more than she does.
"If you want to stop, it's now.... Can you hold it?
Huge stone sticks are still thick even the relatively thinly shredded handlebars part.
Rene lifted it up to pinch it with both hands.
With his head around his neck, he'll look normal on the outside, but Rene's body is Durahan now.
Durahan forms with the ability to specialize in white soldier warfare boast monstrous powers.
Lifting a stone stick, he swung a bun over his head once, and Rene poked the ground at its tip.
"It's light."
"Ho..."
Nvadogi raised an exciting exclamation.
"It's you." Prepare the booze and the sacrifice.
The hunter goes into the woods. Capture the offering. Tomorrow night as a festival and with the dawn we will serve our battle "
Under the decree of the Great Sheikh, the orgasms of the settlement began to move in haste.