130. Are you afraid?
“Guaaa!”
Unlike the only one of the orcs who was wearing a decent outfit, the one who entered the battle was a classic orc himself, as if drawn in a picture.
He is violent and ignorant. It’s simple, but it’s so reckless. The orc priest shouted a battle cry and rushed in, clutching a weapon that was covered in blood he did not know belonged to.
The shaman looked at it sneeringly, then stretched out his totem towards it. The heads hanging from the waist dance opened their mouths at the same time and vomited low frequencies. An intangible wave hit him once again.
“It’s useless!”
However, when the orc priest let out a roar, the flow of shamanistic power faded without even reaching the body of the bastard. The orc priest snorted triumphantly.
The distance between the two narrowed in an instant. A priest with a larger body, more than two and a half heads taller than an ordinary orc, and a shaman, let alone a warrior, smaller than an ordinary orc.
However, even after the method of conversion was blocked, the shaman, Gurhash, still had a relaxed smile on his face. Gur Hash stretched out his hand without hesitation toward the knife that was coming towards him.
And with a quick, light motion, I caught it.
“What, what?”
When the weapon he wielded with all his might was so easily blocked, the priest involuntarily panicked and revealed his weakness. Gur Hash grinned, displaying yellow buck teeth, then brandished his totem in his opposite hand.
Paak!
A light blow sound resounded, and the priest’s waist was bent with a prayer knife. It was a devastating shock that would blow away even the giant orc, but the priest did not let go of his weapon and endured it.
It was the same with Gurhash. With one gripping the handle and the other gripping the blade, the two orcs clung to each other and engaged in hand-to-hand combat. Reckless infighting with no fighting whatsoever.
However, our eyes from one step away saw something a little different. As the two orcs engaged in a bloody battle, the drops of blood that spattered from their bodies were gathering little by little.
Starting from a strand, into a water stream, into a stream, and into a puddle.
“This damn thing, Chwit! Bad luck, take it! That’s it!”
By the time the Orc Priest, who had been concentrating on the enemy in front of him and not paying attention to his surroundings, realized the sudden change, the ritual had already gone through. The puddle widens little by little, dyeing the ground red.
“Chwit?”
The moment the orc priest, questioned by the thick smell of blood, finally saw the land stained red, his sorcery was completed.
The earth soaked in the blood of struggle rises with excitement. The rock cracked and a bar made of soil rose from the gap, recklessly attacking all living things that stepped on it.
“Dare, dare my comrades!”
[How can those chisels be your comrades? Couldn’t you show such camaraderie with the people and tribes you sold to the darkness?]
The first victims were the humans and orcs of the Dark Church who were not protected by the captain. The priest burst into anger, but he too was unable to act properly as he was dodging the surging earth spear.
Gurhash, taking advantage of the opportunity to free himself from the attack, took a step back and slammed the totem with the freshly plucked teeth into the ground. His hands moved quickly and made hand signs.
It’s hard to believe that it’s an orc’s dexterity. The orc priest, who managed to break the spear of earth in the pulsating flow of power, rushed forward screaming.
“Kachuchichik! Noisy! I’ll make you pay the same price!”
[······What. I didn’t expect that he would regret it even now.]
But at that time, the spell had already been completed. Gurhash raised one of the heads of the waistband towards the charging priest. It was his brother’s head, remarkably similar to Garvash’s.
What the orc thought about during his lifetime and how much he agreed with his older brother, the head after death was just a catalyst for magic. Regardless of the owner’s will, the head vomited a grudge.
As if something invisible had grabbed his ankle, the momentum of his fierce charge was broken. However, even with the power of his sorcery, he could not break the will, though he could hold the body.
“Cry! Shout!”
Garvash’s arm muscles tightened. Contrary to the slowing down of the body, the weapon the orc held so that it could be crushed had the strength to face even large monsters.
The resounding battle cry elevates the body and allows it to break free from the spell, even for a moment. That short gap.
Using himself as a cannon, Garvash fired his Warbride straight at the hated foe.
“And die!”
A rusty but still lethal blade, drained of countless bloodsuckers, cut through the air. Perhaps an attack that contains the life of an orc named Garvash, a warrior.
Even though there is no systematic martial art like that of humans, it was a move that contained the essence of all the bones and battles he had experienced in his life. Blades flew, tearing through the layers of shamanic protection.
Shake.
The sound of an orc’s life falling was so shabby.
Gurhash didn’t do anything. He just stood there with his brother’s head sticking out. However, his shooting blade slowly stopped in front of him.
As if he was afraid of harming his flesh and blood. The master’s will no longer mattered. Garvash looked blankly at the betrayal of the soldier he had wielded all his life.
[Am I afraid?]
Gur Hash’s laughter gave off the stench of his rotting corpse. Garvash’s footsteps, which had been running like a gale, finally stopped. Having lost his weapon, he was no longer a warrior, but an orc.
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I don’t know the exact circumstances, but the long and long bad relationship between the two, who looked pathetic at first glance, finally came to a conclusion, and the goddess of victory seemed to have raised the hand of the sorcerer this time.
If it weren’t for some absolute and unreasonable violence.
– Moon Shadow’s Blessing (A+) activated!
– Resistant to all detection class abilities. Upon successful resistance, there is a high chance to conceal your presence.
Over the neck of an orc shaman who stretched out his hand to finish off his enemies, a black blade and a white blade crossed each other.
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And, of course, that someone was Cream.
[Yes, that’s it.]
[Haa, the hero would have won even if he fought those two head-on, so why use such a cowardly method…]
As the mental waves mixed with my laughter and the mental waves mixed with the Holy Sword’s sighs resonated in both ears, Gurhash was confused and looked confused.
[Who are you? And this energy…]
[Quiet.]
By the way, I reflexively pointed the knife at my throat, but now that I think about it, I have nothing to ask. Since the remnants of the Dark Church were visible, they only intervened to take care of themselves.
If you dig into the circumstances of those two orcs, there will be some interesting backstory, but well, I’m not really curious about that. The number of doors I have now is so large.
That said, it’s a bit like a psycho to say that he caught on just because he was bored. As I was contemplating what to say, the gun returned to the eyes of the absent-minded orc priest.
“Wow!”
[No!]
The orc priest, who seemed to have given up on everything for a moment, wanted to come to his senses, but he immediately turned around and started running. Gurhash vomited sad mental waves, but the blade aimed at his neck was still there.
He’s an orc, but he wasn’t blind. At least, he was clever enough to predict that his throat would be cut off the moment he cast a spell to capture that fleeing orc priest.
Well, I didn’t bother chasing the guy who ran away. There are things I can’t move because I’m a sword.
Paak!
It’s not like we only have Cream in our group. With a crackling sound, the body of the orc, who had been running away like a clumsy dog, flew away and landed where we were standing.
Choco walked in from the direction the priest was running away from, shaking his hands. No luck, no support. Even if you run away, do you run away in that direction?
“I was hunting, right?”
Unlike the girl’s face with a cute smile, the blood that splattered on her body was bloody. No, since there was something other than blood on it, it looks like he didn’t adjust his strength at all!
“Then, can I eat this?”
That orc priest was trembling not because he was in pain, but because of post-mortem convulsions… I looked at the orc with pitiful eyes.
Gurhachwi, who had been deprived of the target of revenge in an instant, looked devastated. Cream answered with a plain voice, still in the posture of aiming his sword.
“Are you hungry?”
“No, that’s not it. For some reason this man looks delicious.”
It was a conversation that was as peaceful as ever. Shortly thereafter, Choco left with a muffin grumbling that she was not a butcher’s dagger.
I turned my gaze away from Choco and carefully checked Gurhachwi’s eyes. Hmm, now that I think about it, shouldn’t it create a more intimidating atmosphere when threatening someone with a knife pointed at their throat?
[Who are you?]
Fortunately, seeing as he speaks with respect, it seems that he has at least some notice.