The Branded Female Fencer

While listening to Varsus' advice, Zeldos threw a stone at the orcs that leaked out of the front and charged at him. A spinning stone throws through the orc's eyes and into his head, killing the orc with a single blow.

"It's a subspecies I've never seen before, hey." I'm only looking forward to it.

"I thought you'd say that. I feel the same way."

Well then, after a short pause, let's charge again--no, we should follow behind Gruzardo.

"Why?"

There are subspecies and evolutionary species, right? Well, that's what I mean. "

Some nodded to Zeldos' words, and some looked at their faces with no idea what they meant. Varsus nodded deeply.

"Then I'll leave the command to you." Betts seems to be busy with women. "

"Are you sewing the butt of a happy man?" Well, it doesn't matter, but what about you? "

“Alpha lease is telling me something. It will be time to pick you up."

An errand? A pickup?

It's unusual for Valsus to be on someone's side, but I knew the answer right away. Because a brilliant flying dragon came down from the sky.

The Dragon Knight, who steered the ship, spoke haughtily.

"Excuse me on the battlefield like this!" Commander Blackhawk, Lord Varsus is here. "

"It's me."

As Varsus takes a step forward, she lands and lowers the dragon's back.

"I am Anneclose, the commander of the Second Dragon Knights of Roman's Land. I did what Alpha Reese told me to do. Have you been instructed?"

"Oh, I'm listening. I need you to show me around."

I knew it.

There were many members of the regiment who knew about Anneclose, but Varsus jumped on the flying dragon without giving a damn. With his back, he spoke so that only Anneclose could hear him.

"I'm sorry, our Dragon Knight is injured."

... is there any difference in life?

"Don't worry, you'll recover in a month." That's because it's sturdy. "

That's fine.

Amarina was once a senior of Anneclose, and was originally a Dragon Knight who deserved to be honored before Anneclose. If it had been properly evaluated, the leader of the Second Dragon Knights would have been Amarina.

Varsus naturally knows that. But without telling Anneclose a word about it, Anneclose didn't have any more unnecessary conversations and danced in the air.

"Are you ready, Lord Varsus?"

“I'm always ready to go. For me, the battlefield is home."

"Alpha Reese is going to smash you against the enemy General." I mean-- "

"You want me to fight against the Great Demon King, right?" It doesn't matter, it's been a long time. "

"So easy..."

Anneclose turned around a little to consider Varsus, understanding that it was unnecessary. In my eyes, I had a fighting spirit, and I knew at a glance that I was using my power rather than suppressing my exuberant will to fight.

Dorce, a riding dragon, looks back on his fighting spirit in a rare way. Anneclose thought it was useless to worry about the reliability, and she pulled the reins to bring Varsus along as planned.



The Guruzard army was headed by Dryan, and the troops led by the Beast Admiral were fast advancing. The orcs that confronted each other were blown apart into meat lumps and only rained blood.

In particular, Dryan's onslaught was tremendous. Whenever his arms were wielded, the orcs danced in the air, and the warriors rose to see the sight. A familiar sight for warriors, the only difference is that the place is not a wilderness or forest in the south.

At last, they broke through to the end of the war. Dryan was the first to feel uncomfortable about it.

”It's so fast to get out of the burn-”

The leading group saw a huge wave of flames breaking in front of them. The waves were wide and fast, and there was nowhere to escape.

"Grrrr!"

Dryan was surprised for a moment, and immediately after that, instead of evading, he dropped his hips and poked his fist into the ground. The shockwave raised the soil, and a wave of fire passed through Dryan. Many warriors avoided Dryan, but many were swallowed by the waves of fire in time.

The waves of fire swallowed Gruzard's frontline with each orc and eventually disappeared. After the waves left, Gruzard's warriors rose apart, but it was clear that their numbers had fallen slightly, with more than half suffering unsafe burns. Of course, the orcs who were swallowed by the flames from behind were almost wiped out.

"Sacrifice yourselves... they're rotten!"

Dryan was furious, but he didn't lose his cool tone. It must be a tactic prepared in advance to detect large-scale sorcery that has been activated.

Outrageous, but effective. That's what Dryan knew. The damage would have more than doubled if Bahia hadn't equipped its forces with a robe for witchcraft.

Seeing that the robe was almost wasted, many warriors stripped the robe. At the same time, an army of fully equipped orcs emerged in front of them with regular footsteps. A small orc with a cane decorated with a dragon's skull appeared on the pedestal of the warriors.

"Geraldine! Now you idiot beasts!" It still seemed like the opponent that would be entertained if I didn't die. It seems like you've made progress since you were a savage runner during the war. "

The orc who spoke without accent pointed at Dryan as if making a fool of himself while laughing. Dryan raised his voice majestically to see if he was going to provoke her.

"Don't lick it, it's like an orc!" We stand in the land of the proud beastlings, Gruzard, and his king Dryan! I'll pull you out of this necklace right now! "

"Can you do that? I don't want you to dismiss us as just orcs." Don't let the elite who survived the harsh competition live with a single cell that you can't use magic as well as you. "

The beasts are furious with the orcs of the laughing squad. Looking at it with pleasure, he struck her with his hand, and the orc of the soldier danced.

"Nah, I'll show you one interesting thing, which is a waste for all the incompetent orcs." My name is Sargham. This Great Mage Sargham-- "

The orc of the soldier couldn't speak further. Two arrows suddenly grew in his mouth. It was Fenna and Aerial who cummed it. At the same time, Fenna in the left stance and Aerial in the right stance were throwing arrows at Sargham, as if their backs were aligned.

Continued