Chapter 317

“What are these bastards doing?”

Around the time they moved forward, cutting down roughly thirty orcs, the orcs suddenly became noisy and began to riot as if they were having a grand banquet party. Suddenly, the war god and the war goddess were angry, and they say shit in an awkward common language, but this is not one or two, but all of them?

It was not difficult to guess what it meant when they tried to run away but then became nothing, and seemed to run backwards again.

“This will disrupt our plans.”

run away too soon More than half of them survived and fled. Even if the gate really exists, they are trying to go back the way they came, even enduring being cut by me. If I had been able to use the needle fully, I would still be able to catch a lot, but there was only one body, so there was a limit to how to catch it.

Familiar faces appeared on the other side of the guys who suddenly collapsed and ran away without looking at me, let alone with the intention of attacking me, even though I was just crossing my arms.

“Eldmia! What the hell did they do to run away like that?”

“What I want to ask you, Ekatrina. What the hell did you scare them and why did they say that the Goddess of War was angry or what did she do?”

I didn’t know the war god, but it was obvious who the war goddess was. It wasn’t without women among the adventurers here, but there was none better than Ekatrina. Aren’t you walking confidently like a captain at the forefront of the adventurers who want to put a knife in the back of the fleeing orcs even now?

“I just gave you a present, and that’s it?”

“A gift?”

“this.”

With a cheerful smile, Ekatrina threw a war hammer at me. Seeing the war hammer thrown lightly as if tossing it, I had arrogant thoughts for a moment, but for the time being, I was obediently convinced and ducked to the side.

Then the War Hammer was buried in the snow with a magnificent, literally earth-shocking sound. The sound was loud enough to draw the attention of adventurers wondering what was going on, and it was far beyond my expectations.

This is unconditionally magic. If not, it makes no sense to carry this and ride a horse. Even if a knight is thrown wearing full armor, you can be sure that this kind of sound will not be heard. Even so, I didn’t show it as much as possible and pretended to be calm. When I moved my gaze to Ekatrina, she was looking at me very unexpectedly.

what? ‘Why didn’t he get crushed to death?’ Is that a response?

“What? Why avoid?”

“Because you don’t want to be crushed to death?”

“Huh? Eldmia can hold it, right?”

It wouldn’t have known if it was a perfect Eldmia in full condition, but if you use your magic power to lift it right now, you won’t get very good results.

“Because my physical condition is not perfect.”

If there were no problems with mana management, I would have pulled it and received it. I nodded moderately and asked a question to Ekatrina who was approaching.

“What happened to the guy who received this? Was he crushed to death?”

Ekaterina and I, who were to be seated together in recognition of our merits in this battle, drool at the same time.

“Is being a shaman such a problem?”

“That’s that, but the problem is that he’s a ‘very old’ shaman.”

“...Are you saying getting older is the problem?”

“It’s because Orcs are the right ones to write ‘Old’ and read ‘Survived’.”

Even so, they have much less weakening of the body due to aging than humans. Still, if it was a warrior with no other abilities, it would be a penalty that could not be ignored, but if the opponent was a shaman, the story would be different.

The fact that an orc shaman is the chief of a tribe means that he is a battle shaman like a battle mage, and with that, he built a tribe by destroying the pots of his competitors until he grows old.

“Although orcs respect shamans, that is entirely respectful and different from respect. Even stoning is something only cowards do. To say that he is a capable tribal chief...” ”

It means that he split skulls with an ax decorated with feathers and skulls. And he also knows how to use mighty magic.”

It wasn’t until Ekaterina finished what I was saying that Carl Guls and Ciel drool along with us.

Witchcraft is tricky. The power of borrowing the power of spirits and ghosts is in the realm of divine power rather than magical power. That’s why it’s common to cast something really bizarre and unheard of unlike magic that is universally known.

So far, the caster gains the power of all the beasts he has killed in his life to show off his strength, and through the ghosts, he uses witchcraft like a curse that gnaws away life force.

Of course, it is not possible to use such power without paying anything, so the shaman of unsystematic monsters is bound to be short-lived. So, the chief of the tribe Asilie saw was an Orc with a very high risk.

“According to Asilier, they must be named. Perhaps they really came from the steppe beyond the Western Kingdom. There is no way for a named orc like that to settle down, at least in Ethiel.”

In the first place, as there are few orcs in the area and at the same time, thorough quarantine is being carried out under the authority of the royal family, no matter how chaotic the land is due to war, it is not a place where such a guy can pop out overnight.

I can’t be sure, but there’s a high chance that I won’t be able to stop or confirm their spells even with my magical poetry. It wasn’t something I could take lightly.

“It seems that waiting for the answer from the capital was the correct answer.”

Listening to our story like that, Visquente, who had been seriously thinking about it, relaxed and smiled. Rather than being really relaxed or accepting the situation optimistically and smiling, the purpose of evoking the atmosphere seemed stronger.

“Even if he’s a threat, he’s a shaman, so you can’t use teleport. It takes a little while for troops to be replenished through the gate... but I don’t think it’s a dangerous situation because we’re sure to receive support from the capital anyway. For now, I think it would be a good idea to relieve the fatigue of the day and give a sense of relief by mingling with others.”

Why don’t we meet early tomorrow to relieve fatigue and be clear-headed to ponder this matter? While saying that, Visquente, who looked over at us, was indeed a nobleman.

I learned how to deal with people. That’s why I make sure to reward and punish, and at the same time, I try not to waste the time I have been given. What I liked most of all was the rare understanding of the importance of rest.

No matter how easy a battle was, a battle was a battle, and everyone gets nervous. There was still a delay between the escaped orcs arriving at their base and the tribal chief’s response to it, so we actively agreed with Visquente’s opinion and decided to take a break.

After all, you can still worry while eating and resting.