Chapter 333

I narrowly avoided a situation where I almost turned into steamed bread from being crushed by the goddamn orc, and without a chance to feel relieved, I stood up in the unfamiliar grassy smell. Du reached out to snatch the ax he was holding.

“Kkwi...ik!”

Of course, there was resistance, but in the face of a concussion, no matter how orc, it was equal. I’m trying to hold on by giving strength to the preta, but there’s no way. No matter how ignorantly strong he is, there’s no way I’m going to lose to a guy who’s been stabbed deep in the shoulder and is out of his mind, right?

“Go away. This ax is mine now.”

As it was, he stepped on his hand with one foot and kicked his head with the other, taking the axe away. It was a bit of a shock to see that his skull was still intact despite hitting with all his strength and magic, but that seemed like a special case, so I decided to just skip it.

“It’s heavy...but the balance is an art.”

With a blade as big as the battle axe that Mr. Gin uses, a slightly shorter handle than Ekatrina’s War Hammer, the weight is not bad. With this, I think I can wield it quite freely.

It’s a bit out of line with the plan, but this is a decent harvest. I swung the ax as hard as I could, intending to cut the chief’s head before the orcs, who were looking this way with a shocked expression, approached. It was an action taken very quickly to avoid the cliché of wasting time and becoming nothing, but he reacted quickly even while crawling on the floor.

I twisted my sword stuck in my shoulder and blocked the axe! There was no time to draw out the sword, so of course his shoulder was almost harpooned, but his neck was not blown off. It wouldn’t be an easy action to do just because he made up his mind, but he’s a really boring guy.

“Quieiik!”

Even though he managed to avoid the danger of his throat being blown off, a scream of pain erupted from his mouth because the method itself was filthy ignorant. Even an orc would have been in more than enough pain to pass out, but rather, he cast his spell with his eyes burning with fighting spirit, and I had to step back to avoid the nasty squirm that tried to grab my feet.

“Wow madness, you’re a steamed orc who really deserves to shout Loktar Ogar.”

Do you have to do that much to become a warchief? After all, I think it will be safe to kill that guy as well, not just close the gate.

To do so, this time I tried to evade my sword and slash my throat from the bottom like playing golf, but unfortunately the Orcs, who had heard the scream from the other day and came to their senses, were a little faster.

“Kwiyiik!!”

I shouted something following the sound of picking a pig’s throat, but I couldn’t understand it because it was an Occitan language, not an official language. I’m guessing you’re just asking to save the chieftain. It’s not that far away, but his actions were quicker than his shouts, so he had to deal with them before he ran into Kakula again.

“Yeom disease.”

I wondered if he was aiming for this and cast a restraining spell rather than an attack spell, but fortunately judging from the guy’s reaction, it didn’t seem like he had thought that far. But that didn’t mean the rushing orc cavalry disappeared, so I threw a needle while fixing an ax I wasn’t used to.

Up to one needle could be used to some extent while fighting, but when shooting with a bunch, the story was different, so we had to break the charge of the orcs as quickly as possible and take Kakula’s head.

It is not the orcs who are aiming for, but the monsters they ride. When I tried to fire all the bullets at a level where some could not even react and some reacted just barely, the scene unfolded as expected.

As we already know, the witch beasts who prioritize their bodies over the riders dropped the orcs to avoid the needles, colliding with each other or being pressed by the corpses, creating a mess. Thanks to that, the needles only came and went twice, but the orc’s charge completely failed.

Now, when I turn to actually slit Kakula’s throat, this true orc pup stands still, holding my sword as blood pours from his shoulder. Even if you can’t recognize the expression of the orc, it looks dirty and difficult, but the posture is really majestic.

...but why is that shotta going down?

“No fucking way!”

As soon as Kakula died, the light at the gate was going out, scattering the unidentified energy. That shaman-warrior bastard was keeping this? And you fought with me too?

“This was pure madness!!”

Didn’t you know that the gate business would end when Ji died?

no it can’t be No matter how powerful the sorcery was, if the symptoms were to appear as soon as he died, he would have known about it even while Kakula was alive.

There was no way he didn’t know that when he died, the gate that was the key to this great invasion would close and the remaining orcs would be isolated.

After all, an orc was an orc. It’s like a battle mad bastard.

He took one more step at the time to complain, but it was futile. The light faded so quickly that if you looked away you wouldn’t even understand why the gate had stopped working.

In the end, I had to pass the empty gate as if it were the finish line, with the momentum I had running as hard as I could.

“...under.”

I’m so frustrated that I’m speechless.

...Come to think of it, that’s a good thing. I still haven’t retrieved the sword. I almost threw away that precious sword. ha ha ha.

As he concentrated his magic again, the eyes of the orcs moved following the sword that flew back in an instant. Either that or not, I cleaned the handle first and took the sword. Positive Mind Positive Mind...

“Fuck, what’s there to be positive about in this situation?”

The one-time train going back home has been cut off, and theoretically, it is unknown how long it will take to ride a horse even if you use gates and flying dragons in the middle of several months, and even the way home is not known with certainty.

Surrounding me in the vast steppe, which is so warm that it is hard to believe that it is winter, are countless orcs who have lost their minds over the death of the chieftain and then blink their eyes and burn their hostility.

“Fuck. Yes, there are two positives.”

As I put my new weapon on my shoulder and turned my head, the orcs, who were on the verge of rolling their eyes, began to surround me with their weapons twisted. Still, the action is not fast, perhaps because he is wary of killing the chief of the centipede.

In the face of an absurd situation, I told them about the two positive aspects I found in order to calm my boiling inside.

“I feel like a dick, but come on, pigs.”

Two positive points. The situation where you can get used to a new weapon and the target to vent your anger coexist.

Amidst the sound of pulling pigs from all directions, I fired the needle once again and swung the ax at the orc running in front.