Chapter 307

Oak.

In their previous lives, they were treated as bipedal monsters with pig heads, or were portrayed as a race that walked the path of true men by wearing a makgora, or were described as war-obsessed shouting WAAAGH!!

Unfortunately, the orcs in this world are the ones closest to the last of the three. Not in terms of technology, but in terms of being fascinated by war and combat.

A fighting race with the characteristic of being extremely belligerent and going after a battle once food, clothing, and shelter have been solved. If you’ve listened and seen this far, you’ll be able to notice something strange. It doesn’t make sense that they don’t even come close to the capital and wander around their habitat because they’re afraid of dying because they like to fight. And, of course, there are good reasons for that.

It’s because these guys are a species with a pretty crappy duality, acting like a dog in the world and surviving by plundering metallurgy, metallurgy, when the scale doesn’t grow to the point where confidence is not the subject ‘by their own standards’.

According to research by professional ecologists, even if there are only about 30 people living in a tribe, they start looking for battle as if they have an anger control disorder. It is known to try my aggressive mergers and acquisitions. What if there are no orcs around? Of course they invade humans.

Looking at it up to this point, what they do is comparable to goblins, but the problem is that, unlike their sloppy actions, their innate bodies are specs worthy of the name of monsters, so they are far superior to goblins.

They are bipedal boars themselves. both physically and physically.

Goblins are thought to have the thinking ability of a 10-year-old, but they are just like humans. It is very rare for their army to grow by beating and beating each other, and since they were born with a focus on destruction rather than creation, even if one of them was overcome, it would have become a very threatening monster. Well, because of such a belligerent attitude, territorial disputes with other monsters often occur, so the power does not grow easily... If

unlucky conditions are met, a large army of orcs could literally eat the country.

“I remember reading this in a cheap book in the town hall when I was young, and even the people in the neighborhood knew about it, so why aren’t adventurers paying attention?”

It actually happened once a few hundred years ago. It is said that it took only a week for a large army of orcs to devour one of the famous kingdoms in the west.

Starting with that incident, the major countries called the Western 8 Kingdoms had to become the 5 Kingdoms, and it was also an opportunity for the whole world to know that the orcs were not a matter of one kingdom, but a matter for the continuation of mankind.

In fact, if it could be uprooted, it would have been uprooted immediately. I’m doing this because I haven’t been able to do that yet.

“Isn’t it human beings to remain as legends about things from hundreds of years ago? Rather, I think that Eldi is more like a human being who is clearly aware of the importance of the records left in the past.”

Assilie’s opinion was quite credible as she lightly strolled through the snowy forest as if having a picnic on a spring day. Even though they live in a world where magic and demons and all kinds of different races and abilities prevail, there are more fools than expected who believe that the contents of the legend are absurd.

People from another dimension will think that these people are reincarnated modern people, so they suffer from insensitivity to safety, and I am a native of another world, so they will think that I am trying to learn from history.

“found.”

While I was lamenting at such a frustrating reality, Asilie, who found a trace, beckoned me. I wondered how she could find it in this snowstorm, so I approached it in wonder, and she pointed to a tree, not the floor.

It was a wooden horse that left traces of being hit halfway with something like a blade.

“No matter how much I do, I’ll still be attacked by the Orcs. If it’s not spirited, I’ll give up and return, so don’t worry too much.”

They couldn’t overcome their temper and were obsessed with breaking skulls with all their might, so they didn’t even throw stones, let alone bows. As long as I don’t make a sudden leap, the situation Asilie is concerned about will never happen.

“...Okay. But if they don’t come back even after we’ve finished sending the adventurers back, I’ll come looking for them.”

Knowing that that was the maximum compromise Asilie could come up with, she nodded her head without saying anything. Having made a decision, Asilie walked away at a rapid pace without looking back. I looked at the traces the orc had left on the tree and tried to punch them with magic power.

Once with the feeling that it was the minimum level to strengthen the body with magical power, and then twice with a little more output. After leaving three scars on the Ammon tree, he brushed off a piece of wood stuck in his gauntlet and compared them. The mark left by the orc was similar to that of the second punch.

“Even though it’s not a power, half-hearted Aura users have power to chew on, so the world is so unfair.”

It’s on the same level as the guy who hit the wall with an absurd aura to threaten me in an alleyway. Since he didn’t take his anger out on the tree with all his might, he must have said that just swinging it moderately was enough.

At this level, even if they came in two and a half trucks, they could easily wipe it out, but other adventurers and villages were a problem.

“First of all, the colony.”

There is no time to investigate the cause of an incident that has already occurred based on the five-wh principle.

Now, the key was to check how many guys there were and where they were gathered. Once I figured out that, it wouldn’t hurt to go around picking off the heads of the tribes orcs I met, but until then, I had to avoid fighting as much as possible and not know that I was chasing them.

They are like beasts when it comes to their sense of battle, and when their scale decreases, they always become idiots again, so they understand that like a ghost.

Unfortunately, there were no traces nearby that could rely on Leica’s sense of smell, so I had to try tracking it myself by following the traces left on the trees. The only clothes Orcs wore were leather mats with strong shamanistic tendencies, so there was no such thing as a torn hem.

It was a situation where tracking could be difficult because of the continuing snow, but ironically, the belligerence of the guys who made the situation serious helped the tracking.

It seems that they came and went more often than expected, because the more they moved into the forest, the more traces they left behind. Some trees even fell down as if they had been hit by too many guys. Anyway, they are the cubs who have built a wall with Gidobinik.

Concentrating on hearing and sight as much as possible, about twenty minutes into the forest, two or three orc patrols began to come into sight. No, it would be accurate to say that they knew the location even before they were seen thanks to their chatter so loud that they doubted whether it was a scouting party.

Thanks to that, I was able to make a big detour and move by specifically pointing to the direction they passed. At the same time, I watched closely to see if there were other adventurers around, but there were no other signs.

It was strange. This is by no means a small scale, but how could it be quiet?

It was embarrassing to even call it infiltration and stealth, and when the number of the excessive scouting party reached three, I found some of the wooden fences clumsily piled up near the forest and the mountain valley.

That wasn’t a good sign either. It was proof that their size was unexpected.