118 - - a new subhuman

Returning to her tent after midnight, Saralisa seemed to be able to sleep soundly with Moe until morning, perhaps because of the weight that had been lifted from her shoulders.

The next day, the guide, with a refreshed face, confessed to Sola and the others about yesterday's actions and bowed his head again.　

When they were told the reason for their behavior, they reacted in three different ways.

"Hmmm, helping your sister avenge her enemies. That's hard..."

It was Sora who muttered with a face that was full of sympathy.

As a girl who grew up in a small village, it was a natural thing for her to help those in need.

But after more than three months as an adventurer, Sola was beginning to understand the dangers of taking it easy.

Knowing full well how little she could do and how helpless she was, she let out a rare sigh and expressed her disapproval.

"I'll hold off," she said. I'll have to wait until I hear more about what you have to say before I decide."

Ulil has an underlying belief that those with power have an obligation to help those without.

However, he also understood deeply that there is a limit to such help.

The beautiful woman, her face slightly clouded, extended her conclusion in her usual calm tone.

"Are you in trouble, Sir?　If you need a favor, Moo will take care of it for three beetles or three songs."

"That's cheap."

Moe seems to be in a good mood after a delicious dinner and a lullaby last night.

He is snuggled up to a serious looking Saralisa and patting her thighs with ease.

The Soukei woman bends down and hugs the child, who looks up at her with an innocent face.

The vote on the matter was split up into opposition, reservations, and approval, so it was now up to the last one to decide what to do.

Tolle is currently sympathetic, but has little desire to get actively involved.

However, he was calculatingly thinking that if he could get rid of the monsters that were still at the back of the central route, it would be easier for him to get to the backcountry.

This time, we forced our way through the northbound route by using a medicine to restore our strength, but we had to give up one search to collect the morning dew of the thousand thorn flower, the raw material for the medicine.

Not having to go through that trouble was quite appealing.

"Well, I guess we'll have to talk to Garudo first. Well, let's get going.

The group changes their minds and starts walking deeper into the wilderness.

The wind had died down considerably, and the backcountry was littered with high rocky mountains.

It is the job of the white hard class (D rank) to find a dungeon in any of these places.

Toll and the others looked up at each of the rock piles and began to silently check for anything out of the ordinary.

Nothing happened, and only the sunlight grew stronger.

Halfway through the morning, Thor found something unusual in the shade of one of the rocks.

It was a shadow.

A few people can be seen from a distance, hanging out in the shadows of a rock pile at a considerable distance.

Of course, there are others of the same profession here.

It is just that the area is so large that we seldom have a chance to meet them.

Behind Thor, who was thinking whether he should say hello or not, Moo suddenly stopped humming.

"Tor, he's here!"

"Well, are you close?"

"Well, it's a little far."

"All right, give me the lightning rod."

"Lai!"

Without taking his eyes off the figures, Thor continues to walk slowly.

The shadows in his vision gradually increase in height.

As soon as they were confirmed to be of unbelievable size, the shadows began to move at once.

At the same time, Thor kicked the ground.

Both of his eyes clearly reflected the figure coming toward him.

The reddish-brown skin was covered in places with black bristles that stuck out like needles.

The glistening eyeballs are slightly small and retracted, buried in the flesh.

A long nasal bridge and a large mouth with protruding turbinate teeth.

There is no doubt about it.

The subhuman race that infests the wilderness, as we had been told in the preliminary training.

Orcs.

They are about 30% taller than Thor and maybe 50% heavier.

Their entire body is a thick mass of flesh.

Furthermore, the orcs had added armaments to their strong physiques.

Their log-like arms grasped long, thick, rugged two-handed spears.

And reddish metal arm and leg rings, which, as far as the eye can see, are stuck in places where large blood vessels pass through.

The vital points and the neck were similarly protected by red-iron armor.

Thor, alone in front, quickly closes the distance between himself and the monster.

The three orcs snarl slightly as they charge at the reckless adventurers.

The first one swings his long spear carelessly at Thor's feet.

Unlike the goblins, who are also subhumans, the orcs, with their superior physique, prefer to fight with strength rather than speed.

However, even if it is done by force, the attacks of his huge body can easily take away the bones of a person if they are taken seriously.

But that is only if they hit.

If it were a two-handed weapon, I have already been in a hand-to-hand combat with the three Thunderbolt brothers on a weekly basis.

Thor's body, which had been moving at a reasonable speed, suddenly comes to a sudden stop as if his feet had been sewn to the ground.

Just in front of him, a spear with a powerful wind noise passed through his body.

As soon as the first blow is passed, Thor's body is brought up to its maximum speed.

A few steps are lost in an instant.

The orc bares his teeth with a look of satisfaction at the human who has just entered his bosom.

He is confident that his thick body is not something that can be managed with a thin one-handed sword.

In fact, without the use of martial arts, he can only wound, but heals quickly.

However, with Thor's sword, which has cut off even storms, the story is different.

Up and down slashes back and forth at the speed of sound.

With four slashes in one breath, the orc's arm is easily cut off from the elbow.

With surprise in its eyes, the monster strikes the spear with only its remaining arm.

A slash from close range is difficult to avoid, no matter how light the monster is.

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The orc lets out a snort as his arm snaps upward.

Thor's body dodges the spear, leaving him no time to react.

He finishes moving to the other side and cuts off the other arm as well.

The orc, who had lost both arms instantly, howled in fury.

No matter how regenerative a monster is, it is impossible for it to regrow a lost part instantly.

Thor, who had half-neutralized the first one, aimed his blades at the two that stood behind it.

But it seems he was one step too late.

The orcs had already released the spears they had lifted.

The spears flying through the air were pointed at Sora and the others who had been left behind.　

Strong subhumans have an instinctive habit of recognizing weak individuals.

Therefore, they have the fearless habit of ignoring the vanguard and attacking the rear guard.

Thor's decision to come forward alone was made with the intention of preventing them from doing so.

The two huge spears, unleashed with tremendous force, rained down on Sora and the others without mercy.