Fifty underground tiers supposedly the territory of the oak.
Until the orcs appeared, plants and worm-shaped demons lived there, but now they are rarely seen.
All of a sudden, the orcs stepped out and bulldozed the 50th tier at once.
The size of the hierarchy is not so great, it can be divided into two simple routes.
One leads to the underground staircase and the other to the oak nest.
If you want to get oak flowers, you can go left. Some branches and small rooms exist, but eventually you can reach your destination, the oak nest. Naturally, the obstruction of the oak can be severe.
The entrance is built where the lateral walls of the labyrinth have collapsed, and through it awaits a pompous and strange space.
It's unclear what the principle is, but when you step into it, it changes to a cave-like structure. It is as if it was forcefully linked to the orc nest, and various theories have been uttered among the scholars.
The nest exists in that strange space, where the orcs make their living.
Oak flowers are blooming in the field at this time of year when the feast is being prepared. The adventurers can finally get flowers by getting to this point. Hopefully we can make it back safely.
The entrance is oak sharp and solidified, with scouts of scouts positioned in the passage to the nest.
The interior of the nest is overflowing with abstinent oak, and entering here just seems like a suicide act, no matter what.
Still, the constant challenge is human sexuality.
A pedestal for rituals is set up in the center, and oak kings leading the herd continue to pray even for the feast to come.
At the edge of the nest, captured adventurers were placed in crude cages.
The watchful oak looks at them with a delightful look on his face.
If you put up with it for a while longer, you can explode your instincts and devour them fully. Imagine the taste of blood and meat and don't even try to hide the overflowing covetousness. All the adventurers could do was to mourn and mourn and even pray to God.
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An oak scout ordered to scout the small room immediately after descending to the fiftieth basement was on alert, killing signs of kneeling in the corner.
The side walls of the small room are hung with pine lights, blurry light illuminating the surroundings.
Oak Scout's body is covered with mud, and just at first glance with this thin light, you won't be able to tell.
The subtle lights and the interior of the dusty, dirty little room were instrumental in hiding themselves.
Sometimes the feast is imminent, and the vigilance around the main base is always increased and strict.
When an intruder appears on his way to the nest, he can call his brothers from the surrounding area by sounding a 'whistle' that can only be heard by the oak.
As for the neighborhood hierarchy, Oak Captain leads the detachment party wandering. It was their role to capture prey, and several unfortunate humans had already been captured.
- That's when I heard some footsteps approaching.
Oak Scouts have abnormally developed hearing and can sense subtle physical sounds.
Slowly connect the arrow to the short bow with the signs erased. He then concentrated his consciousness in the direction of the entrance to the small room.
Appearing out of the darkness is Oak Captain, one of the sharpest of the oaks.
Flirting with pleasure, he manages to make strides, etc.
He should have led his brothers in a 'human hunt', Oak Scout wonders. Why does that come back alone?
Eventually, when that face is illuminated by the light in the room, the upset runs to Oak Scout.
The oak captain's face is bloodstained, his arms cut off and an axe pierced his back.
The axe was manufactured by the oak and is larger than usual.
It is a miracle that he is still alive.
"- Ga, gua 'a"
"Good luck with the directions. It's time to get easier. You're going to be your home soon, aren't you?
The body of the oak captain is amputated vertically at the same time as the voice of the young woman is heard.
He scattered a splash of blood and couldn't even scream.
What showed up from behind was a little girl wearing a cloak stained with returning blood. The armor is silver, but the reddish one is attached.
On his right hand he is equipped with a steel sword and has a swordswallowing expression.
The Oak Scouts thought about poking surprises, but immediately changed their mind.
I don't know how strong this girl is, but she has the strength to easily and double-break an oak captain who boasts of steel flesh.
- It is best to call for backup here. I won't force you.
Calmly judging, he took the 'whistle' out of his nostrils and tried to blow it full of strength.
The Next Moment.
"Me too!
Quickly pulls the axe out of the oak captain's body and the girl throws it.
The giant axe slashed off the right arm of the Oak Scout, which was killing signs and dazzling him.
Every bow I stood on falls.
"G, GGAAAAA!!
Severe pain runs and I accidentally drop the 'whistle'. The body that was painted on the mud became red stained with his own blood.
"I guess I was going to hide well. You'll soon find out what you smell like. You don't really lick people."
"Human Gotokiga!!
Exhale the curse and pull out the dagger you are carrying with your left hand. A good amount of blood falls from the area where the right arm was severed.
It would be fatal if not treated early.
"To the habit of being slashed in the arm like a human being. Well, we've got company waiting for us."
"-Da, shut up, Leh! My brothers and sisters!!
"Whatever you did, you decided to kill them all. And don't listen to a pig like that."
The girl starts to run and distance herself with tremendous speed.
Oak Scout set his aim and threw a dagger knife at him with all his might.
When the girl grabbed it with her bare hands, she stabbed it unconstitutionally after approaching the present.
A sharp dagger knife pierces Oak Scout's eyeballs. The pain ran and I couldn't stand it and tried to scream, but I couldn't.
"I won't make a scene this time."
He grabbed it under his throat and was forced down to the ground. A sharp kick is added where he falls down, and his throat is further stepped on with his feet.
Oak scouts who are not allowed to scream and can't even breathe can only desperately bump their legs.
But I can't untie the girl. My physique is so different.
"- Huh!"
"Well, I'll just ask you one thing before I make it easier. So this leads to your nest? I need to run a little errand."
The girl asks me as if I would even talk to the public.
Oak Scouts were able to breathe because their legs only weakened slightly. After coughing hard, he squeezes his strength and intimidates. Proud orcs must not fall on weak humans. Because humans are just prey and hunters are our orcs.
"Su, Sugni, my ga-brother ga-driven ass kerzo. Consumer E Lost Cyril, Foolish Kana Human Me!
"Ahhh. Then die."
When the girl pronounced herself, she put her strength on her leg and stomped the throat of the oak.
His neck is chopped a thousand times and his blood is scattered as he rolls around in corn. He has an irregular rolling style due to a knife stabbing him in the face.
"Well, suppose we proceed appropriately. Nothing. I don't care."
After sighing at him, the girl - the brave man starts walking again.
"…… but it's a pain in the ass. Why did I come here? I don't care how many idiots die."
I can't talk to myself. The vice I acquired when I was traveling alone.
Keep talking to no one. There is no one who can answer me now.
"... I'm here to pick up the oak flowers that will be gold. I came here only for my own benefit. Let's leave it at that."
He crushed the head of the oak as he passed by, and the brave man began to travel alone through the dim passage.
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There's a place the orcs call “the gate." The walls of the labyrinth have collapsed, and there is only one passage leading to the nest.
The defense was adequate and the oak elites were still fully armed and on guard.
One of the guarded oak scouts senses footsteps approaching from the front.
Due to the size of the footsteps, it is identified that it is not an oak that is compatriot. Determine him as an intruder and signal his surrounding companions.
"Intruder Ga Lai Luzo. Near the stairs, no scouts. Ha, ha, shitheil."
"Keke. Just good Idehanaika"
"hungry rawaserna"
"Foolish Kana Monkey Me. Kerga Leung Yi"
The orc soldiers put up their spears and wait for the intruder. Scouts bow from the rear and set their aim in the dark forward.
Has it been a minute or so? The footsteps I was hearing disappeared, and I stopped making any noise since.
"……… Dowiukotoda?
"Fear escapes Cité, Citàno d 'Oreau."
Something like a sphere is thrown into the foot of an oak trying to make a mockery laugh.
Oaks sending their gaze toward you. It was the neck of a compatriot, with the expression of fear affixed.
The knife pierces his face deeply. It can't be normal for an orc to threaten like this.
"Who's coming, Luzo!
"Na, who da!
An oak soldier who looks forward, albeit upset.
A small figure walks slowly through the dim. The next moment I breathed heavily to intimidate you.
There was a tremendous flash of light and the orcs defending the gate were caught in the explosion and killed instantly.
It flew a thousand pieces everywhere and was damaged by the time I couldn't tell what body it was.
The intruder, the brave man, didn't aim to wrap up the oak and end it.
When I blew up the gate, I just stumbled into it. Even if they were safe, the results wouldn't have changed. All I threw in my neck was to find out if there were any troublesome traps. There was only one entrance, and it seemed like a great way to set a trap on the front. Guillotine like when you were in Salvador is extremely troublesome, and pitfalls can be troublesome.
Then, after confirming it, I tried to blow it away.
"Oh my goodness. Have you done too much flashy? It's like I taught them," I'm coming. "
The brave man, with his hair up, was only reflecting a little on whether he had failed. He was going to sneak in and put Keri on all at once with extensive magic. Well, I reckon it's good, and the brave man moves on as he kicks through the remains and debris of the gate.
The orcs were waiting for us. Oak mages wearing robes hang their canes as they increase their killing temper. They perceived the anomaly and had already finished chanting.
"It's the intruder who broke the gate!
"My fellow Oak Mages. Launder your brothers' grudges!
"Don't make me go inside any more! It's blasphemy against the ancestral spirit!
Oak mages raise their anger with their mouths. Unlike a normal oak, it's not a terrible tone.
They are equipped with intelligence so they can have conversations just like humans. The same goes for Oak King and Oak Captain.
It signaled that the brave men began to advance without changing their expression, and the oak mages fired flaming magic at the same time.
One by one is not a great deal of power, but the momentum of the flames grew and the fire became more intense as everyone chanted in time.
Flames surround the brave man's body, and whirlpools of flames rise ceiling to ceiling as they spark.
"Oak Bonfire". It is the combined magic of Oak Mages and the depths that have burned and killed several intruders.
The oak mages, who are concerned, begin to work their magic without being satisfied with it.
To the point where the brave men are caught in flames, those attacks also land one after the other.
There was a roar and a hot air, and for a while, the hustle and bustle never stopped.
"Stop the attack! There are no more signs. Too much for a monkey."
"You stupid monkey. Burned to the soul, cursed, but good."
"I didn't know the blood of my compatriots would flow before the feast. Let's say this anger dissipates by shaking those monkeys."
"In the unlikely event that the monkey's body remains, I'll show it off"
When I distort my mouth, I stare at it to confirm the wreckage. There's still smoke and bad vision.
Smoke cleared. There was a girl there covered in blue and white membranes. Since the counterspell has unfolded, there is no scratch on the "flesh” at all.
The arrows of light pierce the bodies of the oak mages not long before they leak their stunned voices. There is not one arrow. Exactly such expressions as pouring are correct.
Without even understanding what had happened, the Orc magicians showered the arrows of light all over their bodies to their full strength.
"If the boulder eats me, my clothes will burn all over me. Because I don't have a hobby for fighting naked, no matter how much."
Abominably stepping on the cadaver of oak mage filled with holes. My stomach fluids are about to lift out of my stomach. Bite your lips and distract them.
The brave man has exercised all his magic from the beginning. I understood the white crow warning, but I'm not going to keep it down anymore. I was going to do everything I could from the start. We came to the conclusion that the battle of the brave should be.
Pay dust that sticks properly, and the brave move forward. He slowly progresses as he annihilates the oak that comes out trying to stop him with one blow.
Discover the adventurers caged in the distance, but I'm not going to help you yet.
I feel like I've been slapped on my hands and legs and I can't seem to move. If destroying the cage won't get us out, we'll be together.
The brave first decided to carry out the annihilation of the oak.
Kill them all without one left. I had already made up my mind. A species that uses humans as staple foods. You can't keep one demon alive. Because it's something I've decided to do for a long time.
Brave men advance through the cave as they tragically slaughter the flying oak.
I just slapped the last oak commander, and the aisle ends.
In the open space at once, there are white flowers blooming everywhere.
On the central pedestal, the majestic king of oak gazed down at the intruder.
Around the pedestal, the warriors of the wrath-shaking oak line up their fortunes.
The orcs stood up to everyone in a strange way that preceded the rigorous ritual. Once again, we have allowed a nasty human intrusion. Besides, this time, keep a full attitude. Oak King tides his face with shame and anger.
"My fellow orcs! Before the harsh feast, the uninvited entered! Unfortunately, there seems to be a great deal of sacrifice to our brothers. Kill them immediately, chop their limbs, and be comfort to their spirits!
Oak King roars so awesome that it roars across the entire residence. Following that, the orcs raise the roar of anger.
The roar echoed inside the cave and swelled up by the time it generated a ground beep.
"I'm going to kill you all, so hang it together. It's going extinct today, so don't regret it."
When the brave turn their swords and provoke them, the wrath of the orcs reaches its peak.
Kill him. In the great chorus of kill, a giant orc with a red sword enters.
"Wait, brothers. I'll deal with this one. It is a disgrace to imitate the brave ones who have come aboard on their own, killing them all. Crushing it from the front is what keeps the proud oak face."
This oak, which seems to be quite arm standing, is dressed in a heavy plate armor and equipped with a helm that wraps around the head.
Particularly impressive is its skin. It is covered in red skin like blood, and even her body hair is dyed red. Needless to say, it's bright red to the face.
"……… What about you?
"I am blessed by the great ancestral spirit and Bloody Oak. The name given is Guate. One of my loyal men serving the king."
"A great warrior, Guate! Make that little girl the first sacrifice to be made to the Spirit of the Fathers. Be sure to kill him! Snow the shame our orcs have suffered!
When Oak King gives the order, the herd of oaks also says, 'Kill SE!!' and thump the spear to the ground to inspire his compatriots.
Guate shook her head vertically as the ground sounded and her anger roared.
"- I understand."
Bloody Oak's guate releases the sword he carried and turns his tips toward the brave.
His body was as disastrous as his skin, and his blood seemed to be dripping all the time.
"Is that why you're the best user? Fine, let's just do it. Because I don't have much time either."
Brave men also set up steel swords.
"... let's hear your name, brave man. Killing you will not degrade you except by slapping you in the neck. I'd rather die in peace."
In the face of an oak, Guate spits a proud samurai-like dialogue.
The brave man is about to erupt unexpectedly into the gap with his expression, but endures.
From these guys, maybe their faces are more funny.
The brave man puts a steel sword in front of his face and raises his name.
"I am a brave man. It is a monster that exists to destroy all demons. I don't need a name for a monster."
"A human brave man. And do you call yourself a chemical? Really funny. - So, a lot of battles!
When he roared violently, Guate advanced in a straight line.
The brave man tried to unleash his magic for restraint and see how it went. If the momentum was to stop, we would have just had a strong blow.
"Burn tight!
A flame gushing from his palms surrounds Guate's body. But it doesn't seem to work at all, and it gets meaty without worrying.
"Humans immediately try to rely on magic! That's life!
"- Kuh!!
The brave man dodges the sword that was swung down from the top.
I tried to run straight to the side and get a distance, but Guate's full kick bursts.
"Sweet, man. Huh!
The brave man who has eaten into his abdomen is struck against the wall with great momentum. If you were a normal person, you would surely be seriously wounded dying.
"- Huh."
"I didn't know you were alive eating that one. I've only gotten this far to the boulder. I admire you, human warrior."
Guate gradually packs the distance. I'm sure he's going to stab Todome. Fly the head of the brave man, as the king commands.
"... you, the magic doesn't work?
Disguised as dying, he asks in a whisper. Some demons are such a species. Just in case.
"With the blessing of the ancestral spirit, I wore 'magical resistance'. Deep wisdom, tough power, this overflowing vitality. I beat the blood trials and gained this great power!
"……… Blood trials?
"Yes, we take in a large number of“ red flowers "and keep ourselves in extreme conditions. Last time, I was the only one who could survive. But in any case, hundreds of compatriots will survive the trials. And eventually..."
Proudly speaking guate. I guess they're all plotting a ground invasion as well. I'm looking up at the ceiling and raising my mind to death.
I don't know the details well, but this red oak seems to keep increasing if you leave it alone.
In other words, it is right to ensure that we destroy it here.
The brave man, who has finished hanging the cure, stands up pretending to be weak. With his hands trembling, he lays down his sword.
"……… Again, battle."
"The temper, really brilliant. It didn't seem wrong that I dealt with him. I will bury you with all my might."
A guate that holds a great sword and builds strength. Put it on your shoulder and squeeze it with your hands, you take a swinging attitude.
When he opened his eyes, Guate popped out with an explosive flash force unsuitable for a giant. Approaching the front, he flashes the Great Sword, along with the temper of tearing. The target, the brave man's thin neck.
The brave man fell back and took a defensive stance, trying to take it with a steel sword. But what you have in your hand is a few punches of sword. It lacked strength to accept the 'Bloody Sword', considered a treasure of oak.
A red sword eats deep into the brave man's right shoulder as he gently folds the steel sword.
Gone from aim, but Guate had succeeded in inflicting a brilliant fatal wound.
The red blade reaches the heart and the face of the brave man is distorted in agony.
"Let's make it easier now. Farewell, brave warrior."
"- Right. Goodbye."
To a voice so unfeeling, Guate looks surprised. The clap only weakened the power I had put on my sword for a moment.
The brave man did not miss the occasion, letting go of the broken sword pattern and sticking his hand knife straight into Guath's abdomen.
Stacked steel armor was easily pierced, and the untrained abs were easily breached.
After a beat delay, an intense pain that is difficult to describe is transmitted to Guate's brain.
"Guaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
A scream echoes throughout the cave. The orcs, who were raising their inspirational voices, cease to speak and remain silent.
The brave man penetrates even more as he relentlessly chooses Guath's gut.
Guate suffers like a rampant horse, but the brave man's left hand completely holds the giant back, unable to move.
It is anchored with a fearful force, like a mighty force.
"Ouch? But it'll be easier soon. I just wanted to give it a try."
"-A, aah"
Guate who can't stand the pain and turns to her white eyes and loses consciousness.
From its body, a white light emerges. Light overflowing like leaking out of your body.
"Play it!
When the brave man unleashed a bursting magic in his body, Guate's body bounced and flew with momentum.
Blood and flesh pieces not only fall on brave men, but also on groups of oaks. The lost plate armor does not retain the prototype.
"I see, is it the skin that is magically resistant? Does that mean that if you use magic in your body, there's nothing wrong with it? I learned one thing. For future reference."
The brave man whines to himself and takes a crimson sword standing like a grave marker.
A terribly huge sword, unlike any little brave man. Swing it gently and start setting the next target.
"G., has Guate been hit? Wow, the best of our orcs... Blessed are the great warriors, blessed by the Spirit of the Fathers?
The king is stunned and shaking his body. The orcs have also lost their morale until earlier. It wasn't just that, it even began to come out to those who were attached to fear. Orcs who prefer violence are instinctively afraid when they encounter more violence than that.
An oak soldier in a state of panic tries to poke a spear from behind a brave man.
Not out of courage. It is an act to escape fear.
Without even looking at the blow, the brave man waves his sword lightly.
"Gaaaaaa!!
The body of the oak was split nicely into two parts: the upper and lower body. His guts overflow from the cutting surface, and he starts to smell strange.
"Sounds like a good cut. I think I'll take this as a trophy. I don't care about the weapon, but it looks pretty good in red. You don't belong to pigs."
"O, like humans touch 'Bloody Sword', the treasure of oak, and more! Brothers, take him back now and give him to the Blood Festival!
Oak King's ordinance hangs, but few try to respond to it. The orcs are frightened by the intensity of the creature in front of them.
"Are you still proud Orcs! If you're no match alone, the three of us can hang up! If the three of us can't do it, then surround us with ten! If you're going to break through with ten, squash them all together with a hundred! There must be no such thing as defeat by one monkey!
Oak King flies and at the same time hangs his compatriots with the magic of mental action. It was supposed to be restful, but the effect was surface for the oaks that were rooting for oak flowers.
"WOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
The oak herd regains morale in the oak kings. Though strong, there is only one human being.
There are over a thousand brothers in this orc nest. Because even if the opponent is a thousand strong men, if they all hang up, they have nothing to lose.
"Eat up your little girl's bowels! From that moment on, the feast shall begin! I don't care if they like them alive! I suppose you will eat it and help your compatriots!
Swinging the scepter in his hand with excitement, Oak King keeps roaring. The excitement of the orcs has reached its culmination and is already on the verge of explosion.
Therefore, they could not notice. to the fact that the light bulbs constructed over their heads are expanding at an awesome rate.
A group of orcs made noisy by the king's decree. The brave man just says it doesn't matter, glances at it.
Killing everyone one at a time is a waste of time. If you do that, the sun will rise and it will go down again.
So I decided to give it another try. The Magic of the Great Wide Area, used in the fall of the Castle of the Demon King.
Stick the red sword to the ground, and the brave man opens his eyes and casts a spell.
Imagine three spheres of light, just like last time, and refine them near the ceiling in the cave.
At the same time as three small lights arise, a sense of compression strikes that tightens the heart.
I couldn't stand the recoil of exercising magic, and of the three, two got bounced and misty.
The other one feeds on the power of the brave, swelling with unusual momentum. The light that illuminates one side intensifies, and some oaks begin to notice an overhead anomaly.
But the vast majority of orcs are starting to kill their little girl from all sides trying to get her to a blood festival. I can't stop now.
Even the oak king who gave the order cannot be stopped.
It was like an avalanche, and it was certain that a few seconds later the brave would be swallowed up.
But Oak King was blinded by something else, not his countrymen.
"- What is that light?... Is that the sun?
Oak King stared directly at the sphere of light as he dazzled. I feel severe pain in my eyes, but I can't keep my eyes open.
Remember nostalgia, intense light. Oak King accidentally put his hands over his head. As if pursuing light.
- And a giant sphere of light bounced off. The flashing light roars and bursts, radiating towards the ground. It descended upon them as if to purify the demons.
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The brave man slowly begins to walk through the interior of a completely quiet nest.
The wounded naked adventurers were pushed into a cage set in the corner.
There is a mixture of relief and fear in the faces of the adventurers.
The sentiment of being helped and the fear of the brave man who destroyed the orc by himself. Therefore, they cannot speak.
…………
The brave man takes the transfer stone out of the bag. What the orcs had taken from the humans was gathered in one place.
He's broken his hands and feet, so he won't be able to escape on his own. However, the motivation to treat it is not exposed.
That's why I decided to throw the stone into it unwrought. If you want to escape, throw up whatever you want.
"Oh, oh, thank you. Thank God."
"Ko, this thank-you is sooner or later, more stone than that!
"That's right, come on, give me the stone!
The adventurers express their gratitude, but they immediately approached us and escaped by lifting the stone. Can't wait to be left behind, they looked no different than beasts and worms as they crawled and flocked to the metastatic stones. Even though it is possible to help each other without panic and to escape all together.
An adventurer who pushes the people around him and kills them into a small stone. The wounded will not help each other.
Excel was also mixed up in it, but I never really thought about it.
Again, I think this is probably what human beings are. Helping each other, etc. is only done when you can afford it.
So is Matari and Edel the same? The brave man could not give an answer to the question that came to his mind. I didn't want to imagine.
- When I felt the signs and looked back, the orcs rushed to the horizontal hole.
"…… were there any survivors yet? The roots of evil should be completely cut off."
After a small grunt, the brave man decided to head that way.
The oak nest is home to a large number of holes dug to the side, which seems to be where the oaks lived.
The brave man searches from edge to edge, slaughtering the hidden survivors. No pity whatsoever, lightly kill them all. There is no hesitation.
Eventually, we reach the last horizontal hole. I can hear you squeaking from inside.
When I kicked through the wooden door without warning, an axe swung down from the shadows.
"Ba, chemical keg meh!
"Pork monsters are a good word. My people are waiting for me in hell."
The brave man who knocks the axe off with his bare hands grabs the thick neck of the oak with one hand up.
The sword remains on your back. To a miscellaneous fish opponent, I didn't have to wield this stuff.
"- Huh!?
"Die."
When his neck is easily broken, he throws the garbage away. Inside is a small room, with further doors in the back, and a barricade that seems to have been built in an impromptu position blocks the way. The burst magic blew it away in an instant, and the brave man stepped inside.
Behind the door was a square where red flowers were grown. Seems like a different variety from white oak flowers.
They were there too, supposedly surviving the orcs.
They are like non-combatant-like females and old orcs. There are also many young children with crushed eyes.
With a look that threatened to see the brave man, I can hold him tight trying to protect my child from external enemies.
Now he's still in a cute shape. It is surprising because when this grows, it becomes that ugly demon.
When the bloody brave man starts to think about what to do now, an orc advances from within the herd.
Old oaks such as canes and standing are finally there. The wrinkles are noticeable, and the proud body is dry and likely to break even now.
"…… did your Lord kill our compatriots?
"That's right."
"Lord, alone, all our compatriots who were there?
"Exactly. All those who were in that place were exterminated. With any luck, some guys might still have breath. But I definitely gave him a fatal wound, so he dies one of these days. I'll cover for you."
To the cruel answer, the old orc uttered words heavily after meditating on his eyes.
"……… I want to make a deal"
"You don't make deals with demons. I'm sorry."
The brave refuse instantly. I don't make deals with demons. Human beings and demons are incompatible, so there's no reason to close a deal.
That would be so. These demons use humans as staples. There is no such thing as a hunter who keeps his contract with his prey.
It's just a trap to fall into.
"If you kill us, you'll never get Oak Flowers again. In search of those flowers, your lords will go here when they are in front of the feast. The only people who know how to cultivate it are here."
Some of the herds of oaks are lighting the pines. If the negotiations break down, I guess they're just going to burn the flowers.
From them, that's all there is to negotiate.
"…… So?
"At the earliest opportunity, there is no power left for us to fight. All those who are here are women and children. Please, I want you to miss it. A brave man. We just want to avoid extinction at all costs. I want you to accept the deal."
Orcs in the flower garden bow their heads to the brave and desperately beg for mercy. Even the kids are bowing their heads without knowing what that means.
…………
"If you're going to miss it, I'll offer you all the new oak flowers in this field. Red, this flower is more effective than normal."
Old Oak begins explaining red flowers.
It seems to be a new breed created to produce bloody oak. The effect is obvious if you look at the guate ahead. In small quantities, it seems to be effective for a bunch of oak flowers.
The old oak quietly said that he intended to produce this in large quantities and expand the force of the oak, but that his ambition was crushed.
"I will never get my hands on humans again. Let us swear by the ancestral spirit of the oak. Never make a promise."
"I can't imagine the people who feed on humans all the time."
"As long as it's extinct, look for other food. We just want to find another home and live quietly."
Old Orc tells him he told him everything he wanted to say, and he goes back into the herd.
- The brave think.
If you miss it, the brave will get a lot of money. Honored to have exterminated the orcs and helped out the adventurers who had been imprisoned. It would mean getting a new breed of oak flowers as a loot. Even if these guys were spotted somewhere, they should be seen as distracted oaks.
This old orc doesn't look like he's lying. I'm serious about finding another place to live, and I'm not going to do anything to humans.
Enjoy enormous benefits at no cost. There would be no such thing as a delicious story.
However, any of these men will be attacking humans again. Yes, I'm sure. There is certainty in brave men.
Because these guys are demons. Demons are instincts to attack and eat humans. You can never stop.
After concealing himself and gaining strength over decades, he starts hunting humans again. By then, the old oak and the brave will not exist in the world.
The old oak has been proposing considering his life expectancy and the age of the brave. If those who made promises died, they would not break their oaths with the Spirit of the Fathers.
Then why don't we kill them all?
Demons who are unwilling to fight. Slaughter this. The big layer aftertaste would be bad. I have no experience of killing children of demons who are irresistible to boulders.
Because it is only those who have grown up who challenge the brave.
Can my spirit withstand their screaming crying? I don't know.
Because it is already about to break, I also feel that there is no problem.
The advantage is that the orcs will never attack humans again. The haggling oak will remain, but as a species it will be extinct.
But even if you destroy it, the oak territory will only be replaced by another demon. Destroying it doesn't make any difference. Except that oak flowers will no longer be available.
If it's the same, maybe you don't mind if I miss it. That should be the smart way to live.
After meditating for the first time and exhaling heavily, the brave man makes his decision.
The answer I gave...
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The brave man who has finished his ”work" returns to the ground with a transfer stone.
Looking up at the sky, the sun had already risen and it seemed like quite some time had passed since entering the labyrinth.
The brave man in strong sunshine is about to collapse after remembering a severe dizziness. I managed to support my body using the red sword I brought back, but it is significantly worn out. The spirit and flesh are complaining of exhaustion. I have a slight regret for using magic because of tiredness I have never remembered before.
(Anyway, sloppy, sleepy, tired. I want to sleep now)
The Labyrinth Square was overflowing with adventurers who had succeeded in escaping and were seen as priests in first aid and as church soldiers listening to the circumstances.
Each of them was immersed in relief that they had gained a lifetime in nine deaths. Some curse at those who complain of pain and those who have made this plan.
The brave man walks on the sneak end, concealing his face with his cloak to avoid getting caught up in the noise.
"Wait, don't leave on the boulevard in that bloody outfit!
"…… Shut up, I'll wash it off right away."
"Anyway, it's about them, but you - hey!
There is the usual transverse gatekeeper at the gate, who can call a halt, but the valiant passes just gently with his hands up.
"I'm tired, I'll see you next time"
"Oh, hey! Damn it, at least wear this!
The gatekeeper who gave up takes the white robe out of the cage at his feet and throws it away.
The brave man gratefully receives and weaves his feathers from the top of his armor to hide his bloodstained figure.
Red stains the white fabric and gets dirty. It's dirt you can't remove again.
The brave man, honestly thanking him, began to walk in heavy footsteps.
Looking back, the gatekeeper looked at this one in a bewildered manner. The brave man distorts his dry lips and laughs bitterly.
After this date, Oak Flowers will become phantom flowers and the market will continue to soar.
Demand from the nobles who have remembered the flavor increases, but the key supply is absolutely zero.
Counterfeiting for large sums of money also begins to appear in the city, and at last even killings around the goods occur.
When the star church, which took a heavy look at the situation, gave the order to ban its handling, Oak Flower became an illusory dish for both fame and fame.
Those suffering from withdrawal tried to obtain it until they had thrown all their possessions, but their efforts were never rewarded.
- There will never be a real oak flower out there again.