“But brother, what brought you to this wilderness?”
Sitting down at the campfire, Reppenhardt spoke to Kalken.
“I want to give the Blue Bear tribe a better land to live in than here. To that end, I would like you to lend me your strength.”
In the meantime, Reppenhardt explained the current situation of the Kingdom of Crovence and how it would benefit the Orcs if they gained territory by participating in the war. Of course, Kalken didn’t understand and just kept tilting his head. He asked, brushing his molars.
“So, if you go and fight, they’ll give you land?”
“Well, if I were to summarize it too much, that’s what it means.”
Reppenhardt gave a rough explanation of the territory he desired, the Viscounty of Gelfane, located in the western part of the Kingdom of Crovence. Kalken’s eyes lit up when he heard that most of the territory was located along the Gloten Mountains.
“Can our clan really live there? “Without becoming a human slave?”
The Gloten Mountains may be rough and barren by human standards, but compared to Destrand, it was paradise. There are forests, flowing streams, frequent rain, and only weak monsters. I couldn’t help but be intrigued.
“But the human army won’t stand still?”
Kalken himself was not afraid of humans, but he had a duty to protect his clan.
“The human army is numerous. Our warriors are strong but few in number. “The human army is a scary thing.”
“That human army is giving you land. “If you fight together.”
Kalken was worried. Since the safety of his clan was at stake, he couldn’t make a decision right away.
Kalken turned his head and asked Tashid, who was listening next to him.
“Tashid, who grew up among humans, what do you think?”
By human standards, a transaction like this, where the safety of the clan was at stake, would have been discussed quietly between leaders in a dark room, but Orcs have no such concept. Doing something that you cannot tell others about is a bad thing and you should not do it. And good things don’t matter who hears them, so it doesn’t matter where they are said.
Thanks to this, Tashid had been listening to their conversation from before. He thought about it and answered.
“Humans can be trusted, but Mr. Reppenhardt can be trusted. “There is no way your benefactor is telling a lie.”
“I know that much. “My worry is that the Leffenhardt brothers will fail and the safety of our clan will be shaken.”
I don’t doubt Leffenhardt. However, Kalken was an old orc who knew that no matter how good his intentions were, the world did not work as he intended.
Tashid nodded and added.
“Please seek advice from Godmother and Mugifather. “I think this is something that requires their wisdom.”
When Kalken gave his consent, Tashid left and ran somewhere in the village.
A while later, Tashid returned to the campfire, accompanied by Stella and a middle-aged, somewhat thin-looking orc. A middle-aged orc introduced himself to Reppenhardt.
“You warrior who has been blessed with a fighting spirit, Gralta, the weapon father of the Blue Bear Tribe, will greet you.”
Mugiabi was the orcs’ expression for a blacksmith.
Orcs, who did not have the skills to use iron in the casting method like humans and dwarves, had to make all their weapons by hammering them. Moreover, since there is no technology to dig a mine and extract iron, the only way to obtain minerals is to find an open-pit mine.
The existence of a blacksmith who travels through the rough wilderness infested with countless monsters to find open-air iron mines and creates lifelong friends through his strength and patience is respected by the Orcs as much as warriors. Mugabi Gralta was one of the important mentors leading the Blue Bear Tribe along with Chief Kalken and Great Mother Starla.
Kalken said, looking back at them.
“A new brother has introduced us to a new destiny. We must judge wisely. “For the clan!”
Both orcs looked at Repenhardt with their eyes shining with curiosity.
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The next morning, Leffenhardt and his party left the Blue Bear Village, suffering from hangovers. Russ followed behind with his horse and approached Reppenhardt and asked:
“I guess the story went well, brother.”
“Yes, in the end, they decided to help us.”
After much discussion, Kalken and others agreed with Reppenhardt. Already, the number of the Blue Bear tribe was decreasing due to the harsh environment of Destrand. There are advantages to being an elite minority, but if things continue like this, there is no future for the clan.
Of course, Leffenhardt’s proposal was risky. If things didn’t go as he said, the Blue Bear tribe could disappear.
There were two options.
Am I going to die slowly here?
Or will you take on the challenge with the future of your clan at stake?
The brave Kalken, the wise Stala, and the wise Gralta. Three mentors who lead the Blue Bear tribe.
Like orcs, they chose the latter.
“After moving the village to a safe place, Kalken, Stella, and a hundred orc warriors from the Blue Bear tribe will join us.”
No matter how many alliances were formed, Kalken could not immediately lead his warriors to follow Repenhardt. With his warriors gone, the other orcs of the Blue Bear tribe are in danger. There is a need to move the village to a safe location. Leading tribesmen through Destrand is extremely dangerous, so movement is impossible without warriors.
“There was also the problem that if the warriors were away, there would be no people to hunt and the remaining people would suffer from food shortages, but this was easily resolved.”
The amount of meat from the monsters caught by Tashid and Kalken is actually enormous. Are the Turtle Lions and Elder Drakes some big guys? This is enough to feed the entire Blue Bear tribe for three months.
It was just that preservation was impossible, but Repenhardt cast a long-term preservation spell on it, so even if you didn’t go hunting for a while, there was no problem in making a living. Of course, there were some orcs who were reluctant due to fear of magic, but everyone seemed reassured when they saw Repenhardt and Kalken eating meat that had been preserved with a preservation spell right in front of their eyes.
“Anyway, to be honest, I wasn’t confident, but the result exceeded my expectations.”
Repenhardt said happily. Russ glanced back while holding the reins.
“But why is that friend following me first?”
A little distance away from the horses, a green-skinned orc carrying a great sword was following them, riding a huge direwolf. This morning, it was Tashid who joined the group.
Leffenhardt shrugged his shoulders.
“If the orcs want to come find us, shouldn’t they send someone here to meet them?”
If you go all the way back to the Glotten Mountains via northern Destrand, you won’t encounter any humans, but from there, you’ll probably need a guide. A messenger was needed to exchange news between Leffenhardt and the Blue Bear tribe, and Tashid was chosen for that glorious role.
By human standards, a messenger simply means a fast-moving soldier or a person who is good at riding a horse, but for Orcs, it is different. The orcs chosen as messengers must risk their lives to go back and forth between the two sides in a dangerous human world where they are treated as monsters. It was a job that required strong physical and mental strength, he had to know how to hide from the eyes of humans, and he also had to have the skills to fight alone and escape in case of emergency.
In that sense, Tashid was a skilled hunter. This means that he is good at reading the presence of those around him and erasing his own presence. Moreover, he was the strongest warrior of the Blue Bear tribe, except for Kalken and Starla. As Tashid is highly anticipated that the third fighter of the Blue Bear tribe may be born, he is suitable for this difficult role. And above all, Tarsid, who met Reppenhardt again, took on that role himself.
Russ tilted his head.
“No, it’s not that I don’t know that the presence of a messenger is necessary. I just wanted to know why I put the orcs in danger when I could have come and gone.”
Repenhardt answered with a wry smile.
“I wanted to do that too, but you don’t know Orcish, right? It would be difficult to communicate the situation in detail with the orcs’ common language skills. “But I don’t know what might happen, so I can’t just walk around.”
“Well, that’s right.”
Only then did Russ nod his head in understanding. In that case, everyone other than Reppenhardt is not qualified to be a messenger.
Leppenhardt showed a complicated expression as he looked at Russ.
In fact, Leffenhardt did not know that it would be much more convenient to use Russ as a messenger. Not knowing the Orc language is just an excuse, and the Orcs’ lack of proficiency in the common language is ultimately an oral structural issue, so there is no problem at all in understanding Russ’ message.
But Leffenhardt was still reluctant to see Russ moving outside of his sight. Of course, he recognized that Russ, whom he met again in this era, was truly following him, and he also felt the affection of a sworn brother… … .
‘Tsk, as expected, the images of the Sword Saint Cyrus keep appearing over and over again… … .’
As Russ was one of the most powerful enemies in his past life, it is still too much to trust him completely. Of course, seeing as he has changed his thoughts enough to worry about orcs, it is a useless worry… … .
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‘No, actually, it was all an excuse and I just wanted to be with Tashid.’
Repenhardt smiled bitterly inwardly.
In his previous life, he was Tashid, one of the Four Heavenly Kings.
It was Tashid who had been with Reppenhardt and Siris even before the establishment of the Antares Empire.
Those free days when the three of them roamed around the continent on adventures were one of Reppenhardt’s fondest memories. Now that Tashid is back by my side, the feeling from back then came back and I was very happy.
Tashid drove the direwolf and the black king and lined up with Russ. And her heart pounded as she looked at Russ.
“Karuga Russ! Even if I’m not as strong as you, I’m strong! “I’m not scared of humans!”
It seemed like he followed and overheard the conversation. Russ waved her hand away with a stinging look on her face.
“No, Sir Tashid…” … kyung? What should I call you? Anyway, I have no doubt that you are an excellent warrior. “I apologize for my rudeness.”
Russ blushed slightly and waved his hand. Looking at that, Reppenhardt muttered to himself.
‘If you think about it, this guy’s personality has changed a lot over the years.’
Tashid laughed heartily and hit his chest again.
“Okay! I’m glad you care about me too! “Please take care of me in the future, Karuga Russ!”
“Please take care of me too, Sir Tashid.”
Although he thought about it for a moment, Russ eventually called Tashid with the title of knight. If we consider Kalken and Stella as the king and queen of the Blue Bear tribe, the warrior class under them is similar to that of human knights.
Tashid chuckled and concentrated on collecting the Black King again. Russ spoke jokingly to Reppenhardt.
“Anyway, there are elves, dwarves, and orcs… … “I wonder if trolls will soon join the group like this?”
‘Hmm, sharp guy… … .’
Russ may have said it as a joke, but Reppenhardt couldn’t help but smile bitterly once again. I was already planning to find the troll’s great shaman, Guru Atilka, as soon as the situation allowed. In a way, it can be said to be truly prescient.
Laughing to himself, Reppenhardt rode his horse. Russ and Tashid follow side by side, driving horses and direwolves.
It was a strange feeling to see my old enemy, whom I had fought to the death in my previous life, running together in harmony. Suddenly, I felt like everything had changed.
‘Cancer, I need to change it. ‘Everything.’
Leppenhardt accelerated once again, strengthening his resolve. Siris, Silan, and Tyla also increased the speed of their horses.
“Come on, let’s hurry. We must quickly return to Crovence Kingdom. Hey!”
Five horses and one dire wolf began running across the plains of Destrand, the wilderness.
Chapter 17: Inheriting the throne
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A huge hall filled with darkness.
That hall did not exist in reality. This infinite space with no walls is just a pseudo-space created using relics from the Silver Age.
In the darkness stood a young man with black hair. The young man, dressed in pure white robes and with a silver star badge on his chest, had his head bowed with a rather solemn expression, waiting for something.
Suddenly, a pillar of light erupted from the center of the hall. Inside the pillar, a human figure wearing a white robe, as expected, appeared. He was an old man with a pure white beard that reached his stomach.
The old man, who revealed himself through a magic video, opened his mouth to the young man.
“I appreciate your hard work, Sage Restine.”
Wise man Lestin, a young man called Thethron by his worldly name, bowed his head respectfully.
“Thank you, Guardian Daos.”
Administrator of humanity, Sage of Silver.
The old man was one of the top 13 guardians who managed all secrets.
The old man, Daos, looked at Tethron and continued.
“You did the job right. “I am satisfied.”
A month ago, Thethron was tasked with annihilating those who explored the Salcana Dungeon under the orders of Guardian Daos. Afterwards, he had to spend a busy month eliminating information about the Salcana ruins known to the world and manipulating traces of the ruins exploration team. Everything is now over and a report is being submitted to Daos.
“It was no big deal.”
Tethron humbly handed the old man a report summarizing the events so far. The report was not paper, but a purple magic crystal that could store information.
The old man spoke in a gentle voice as he accepted the crystal.
“Dangerous knowledge must be maintained under proper management. You may not think it is a big deal, but it is also about protecting humanity.”
“I know.”
Tethron answered in a serious tone. The old man held the crystal, closed his eyes, and began to read the information inside. Thesron clicked his tongue inwardly as he looked at that scene.
‘Whew, even if it’s not that position, I’ll have to quickly move up to a position where I can at least influence them.’
In the meantime, he strengthened his strength and gathered information to fight against the devil. He also recruited the Golden Knight Eussus as a companion, recruited Stevan and Filena, and improved their sword and magical skills with relics from the Silver Age.
But it was still not enough. Reppenhardt, who possessed Tethron’s own body and the brain of a demon lord, was truly a fearsome being.
I needed stronger power and more powerful colleagues.
As such, Tethron was very dissatisfied with his current position. The higher your status within the Silver Sage, the more powerful your authority becomes. Instead of special artifacts at the management level like now, artifacts with absolute power that are completely prohibited in the current era can also be used. Part of me feels like I want to grab the old man in front of me right now and give him a speech about the dangers of the existence of the devil… … .
‘But if I talk about reincarnation, I’ll just be treated like a psychopath, so there’s nothing I can do about it right now. I have to protect the silver sage position I barely earned… … .’
