Chapter 50: Beaten Up

It appeared to be quite some time since Tristan was able to get a good night's sleep. 

Ever since he arrived in this world, he always fell into an alert state because of his vigilance towards the surroundings as well as his protectiveness towards his sister. 

Unfortunately, very early in the morning, he was bothered by some noises that came from outside the window, breaking him from dream.

"You filthy little orc!"

"Go away!!"

Tristan, still laying on the bed, gave a long sigh to the air, "Why can't I just have some peace?"

He really wished he could sleep another hour or two but the tension outside seemed to rise quickly as the noises were becoming louder.

Tristan heaved another sigh before he slowly got up from the bed, clearly reluctant to part from it, put on his clothes, and opened the door as he walked out of the residence.

Outside, his eyes were greeted by the sight of dozens of villagers who seemed to be doing their best screaming and shouting towards the orc younglings.

"We don't want your kind here!"

Despite the bombardment of harsh words, the 8 rugrats were not afraid, but none of them returned the gesture either. They were being yelled and cursed at by the villagers.

Craackk!!

A rock came flying out of the crowd of villagers and hit one of the rugrats, the seventh, the female and shortest among them all. This immediately alarmed the other seven.

Tristan was startled, but decided to watch the show quietly.

When one was thrown, the others swiftly followed. More rocks were thrown at the rugrats.

Tristan could tell that none of the rocks really hurt those orc younglings. What interested him the most was rugrat 1, the tallest of the eight positioned itself in front of the group, trying to take all the rocks for the others.

Seeing that, Tristan murmured, "Interesting.."

Rugrat 2 appeared to be enraged by the treatment they received and looked like it wanted to charge towards the villagers. However, rugrat 6, the tall female, was holding him down, helped by the other rugrats.

Seeing the scene actually warmed Tristan's heart a little. Without their different, green skin, these rugrats were just like what he used to be. Hated by society, shunned by the surroundings.

Tristan then heard Layla was rushing out of the house through his enhanced hearing. When she looked at the scene, she was about to scream when Tristan quickly stopped her from doing so.

"Tris! This is…!"

Tristan grabbed his sister's shoulder, trying to calm her down, "Just be quiet, I will handle this."

After making sure that his sister was clear that he was the one who would solve the issue, Tristan slowly approached the crowd and made his way to the middle. When the crowds saw the incoming elf, the ruckus suddenly died down as they stopped throwing the rocks. 

Tristan faced the crowd and asked, "Who among you threw the rocks?"

Such a question asked by an adventurer who managed to 'clean' the orcs made all of them quiet. They were not sure what the elf would do, hence they kept silent lest they said the wrong things.

However, it appeared that some among them did not think the same.

"Me! I did! The orcs killed my brother! I hate them!! I want them out of the village!" Turning his head to the source, Tristan spotted a burly man with clear hatred on his face.

Hearing the man's words, two other people bravely said the same thing.

When Tristan noticed that there would be more people that want to speak up, he raised his hand and said, "Alright, alright!" Pointing his finger towards the three people, Tristan gestured, "You three come forward."

At first, they hesitated to approach, but seeing the gaze Tristan currently had, the three reluctantly came forward. Tristan turned around and pointed at the rugrats, or rather, rugrat 1, and beckoned him to also come forward.

When the four figures arrived, Tristan then said, "Now, the three of you can fight this one orc. Seems fair right?! But no weapon allowed. Do you agree?"

The three people who first worried that the elf would scold them quickly brightened up. They swiftly nodded their heads in agreement, while rugrat 1 looked confused about the situation.

Before the young orc could grasp what had happened, one of the men kicked him in the guts.

The other two followed up and the three men began to punch and kick the young orc.

After facilitating the fight, Tristan took a few steps back and watched the beating unfold.

The spectacle caused Layla, who unknowingly had stood next to him, to become angry.

After receiving several blows, the young orc who was now lying on the ground, was continuously being kicked over and over by the three villagers. Tristan gazed at the three people and could not even see a shred of guilt nor mercy in their face. They did not even feel remorse from injuring the young orc.

Tristan used the gadget on his hand to check their information. All three adult ma7les had battle power around 15 to 20, but the same could not be said for the young orc.

[High Orc, Male]

[Battle Power 30]

Even though it was still an infant, it already had such a high battle power. But for some reason, the young orc just defended himself and did not even try to fight back.

While rugrat 1 was getting beaten up, the other young orcs began to make a ruckus. 

Craackkk!

A crisp, loud sound was heard, one that sounded when a bone was broken. The young orc began spitting blood due to the injuries he received, but he still continued to only defend.

Looking at the miserable state of the young orc, Layla grabbed Tristan and said, "Brother!! Stop this!!"

"Just wait.."

After a few more hits the young orc finally lay unmoving on the ground. On the other hand, the three villagers looked tired and decided to take a break. Noticing that the situation was clear,

Tristan approached the beaten orc and whispered a word, "You are just a big coward, aren't you?"

Tristan could clearly see that the young orc's body was trembling.

"If you do not do something, they will come for your brother and sister.. One.. by.. One." 

"UURRRGHHH!" the young orc shouted in rage as he heard Tristan's words and imagined it happening.

"That's it.. Get up! Go get them."

The young orc, even though having bruises all over his body, swiftly got up to his feets. His eyes emanated an intense gaze.

The three villagers who saw the damned orc get up charged at him again but, this time, the orc decided to fight back.

The previously one sided beating immediately became a brawl, a three against one at that. The four figures were fighting fiercely, giving and trading hits with each other. Hit after hit, blow after blow, and finally it concluded.

A few minutes later, the young orc became the last one standing, while the three men lay on the ground, grimacing in pain.

The young orc, with blood spilling from across his body, lifted his head and shouted out loud while  the other seven orc younglings cheered their eldest brother.

All of a sudden, a villager rushed out of the crowd, carrying a saber. He ran towards the young orc and swung the weapon in his hands

Splat!

A rain of blood appeared, followed by a flying arm. 

The other orc younglings who clearly saw the entire process screamed hysterically.

"I said no weapon!!" said Tristan as he cut the attacker's hand off.

Annoyed, Tristan glared at the crowd and shouted, "Show is over!! Get lost!!"

Afterwards Tristan walk towards the Rugrats and said  "Next time Fight or Flee choose one don't hesitate!"

Layla quickly dashed towards the injured young orc and healed its wounds. Meanwhile, Tristan returned to the house to find some breakfast.