The orcs looked at Talcata, the scarred orc on the platform who was yelling, and looked angry. Talcata raised the great sword on his back.
“It’s not impossible! “I am no different from you.”
Throw the great sword into the air. A sword wind blew and a great sword crossed the sky of the parade ground with a humming noise. An explosive sound rang out, and the sword was powerfully plunged into the ground a short distance away. cried Tal Kata, stretching out his hands.
“come! “Skandal!”
The great sword, Skandal, spontaneously floated in the air and flew towards Talcata and was caught in his grasp. Tal Kata encouraged everyone, flashing his own weapon that communicated with his ally and spirit.
“purple! This is the true power of orcs! “You can do it too!”
The orcs’ eyes changed. He burst into spirit and began swinging his weapon again.
“Ugh!”
“Kaaaa!”
These were Orc gladiators who fled from all over the continent.
Reppenhardt organized the rescued orc gladiators into one unit and had Talcata lead them. If you put orc gladiators under the command of the Blue Bear tribe from the beginning, there is a risk of discord. However, Talcata was a gladiator like them and was a respectable senior who retired safely after winning more than 80 battles. The orc gladiators also respected Talcata’s authority and obediently followed his orders.
Talcata’s cries rang out over the heads of the sweating orcs.
“The weapon in your hand will be awkward and difficult to handle! So did I! But what I hold in my hand now is my one and only true friend! “Forget every weapon you’ve ever wielded!”
“yes!”
“Understood, Captain Talcata!”
When the orc gladiators joined here, the first thing they did was to receive their own weapons from the Blue Bear clan.
The Orcs’ vision, Spirit Weapon, cannot be realized with just any weapon. Only when the weapon father’s concentrated thoughts are infused from the production stage does it become a weapon with which the soul can communicate. All the swords, axes, and hammers they wielded were Orc-only weapons, painstakingly forged by the weapon fathers of the Blue Bear tribe, including Gralta.
An overly large and heavy weapon, and a completely different weapon technique than anything I had learned before.
It was awkward at first because the orc gladiators were accustomed to human weapons. But no one objected.
Everyone saw it clearly with their own eyes. Talcata, who was a gladiator like them, showed his power in person. He only sweats more and more, burning with determination to learn the vision of those great ancestors.
An Orc warrior with dual swords approached Talcata. He was amazed as he looked around the parade ground.
“Everyone’s effort is amazing. “With this training intensity, it won’t be easy even for our tribe’s warriors.”
Talcata turned his head and answered.
“Everyone has always trained to this level in the arena, Brother Zalkato. Above all else, isn’t there hope now? “The hope of freedom.”
Zalkato laughed, showing his buck teeth.
“Since you’re this passionate, it makes us feel like we’re teaching, haha.”
Zalkato was sent here along with several other warriors of the Blue Bear tribe. His role was as an instructor to teach spirit weapons to Orc gladiators. Although Talcata had mastered the Spirit Weapon, the training time was too short, so his level was still low. To teach properly, skilled people were also needed.
Instructors’ cries erupted from all over the parade ground.
“Trust in the soulmate you have chosen!”
“Listen to the sound of your soul!”
“Enlighten! “The sword in your hand is yourself!”
Talcata muttered with emotion as he felt the heat of the Orcs filling the parade ground.
“We will become stronger.”
A short break was given between the seemingly death-defying training sessions. The orcs were spread out all over the parade ground, panting heavily. Talcata asked as he walked between them.
“Is it difficult?”
A young orc answered while holding a weapon.
“Honestly, it’s hard.”
Although he had done all kinds of training in the arena, the intensity of training here was beyond imagination. He felt like he would have fallen long ago if he hadn’t dreamed of becoming a true warrior.
Talcata laughed.
“This is a bit much. “If you got caught in the hands of your godmother, you would all poop.”
Talkata suddenly remembered the ‘penance’ he had performed under Stala and trembled without realizing it. The young orc tilted his head. I don’t know what the Great Mother orc did to make that brave old sword fighter’s face show such fear.
“Oh, that was real hell. Cancer, hell.”
Even Zalkato and the other instructors nod with serious expressions.
“Well, thanks to that, I was able to connect with my allies and souls so quickly, um.”
Talcata, who had a tired expression on his face, suddenly looked at the other orcs.
“You’d better not think about being lazy. Godmother said that she personally takes care of those who are slow in progress.”
The orcs swallowed their saliva. I’m not sure, but just from the atmosphere, I could feel strongly that I should never go to that ‘godmother’ line. Even though their legs were shaking, one by one they began to stand up again, holding their weapons.
It was in the meantime.
Noisy footsteps were heard from the entrance to Chloe Dungeon. The orcs all turned their heads. Tashid, Silan, and a group of orc gladiators appeared through the entrance.
“You’re here, Karuga Tashid!”
With a smile on his face, Talcata ran to greet them. Although he was much younger than himself, Talcata truly respected this young orc who was blessed with a fighting spirit.
Tashid gestured behind his back with a playful expression.
“Now, take the newbie.”
The Orc gladiators following them keep looking around, looking at their countless compatriots. The orcs sitting in the parade ground smiled and welcomed them one by one.
“oh! “Are these new recruits?”
“Welcome to the land of the free, brothers.”
Although they felt awkward, the orc gladiators’ expressions brightened. I was naturally excited to see the free orcs I had only heard about. Zalkato beckoned them over.
“Come here, brothers. “There is something you need to know.”
Just like that, Zalkato led the Orc gladiators beyond the parade ground. Silan asked the remaining Talcata.
“Is Mr. Leffen in the White King? Or are you going to go rescue the elf with Siris again?”
“No, the White King is currently on the battlefield.”
“Eh? Battlefield? “Where did you fight with the County of Antares?”
“That’s not it… … .”
After scratching his head, Talcata answered with an expression of uncertainty.
“I heard you just went to help with one hand?”
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Black smoke was rising from all over the small rural village on the dry land where the cold winter wind was blowing. The villagers run away in fear, leaving the burning houses behind, and about a hundred heavily armed mercenaries chase after them.
Screams rang out from everywhere.
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“Ugh!”
“Oh God!”
A huge bastard sword was driven deep into the back of the screaming old man. A middle-aged mercenary with a rough look shouted after taking the sword from a dying village old man.
“This is Baron Chetas’ order! Erase all living things from the map!”
“Leave it to me, Captain Recolt!”
“Isn’t this our specialty? Hehehehe!”
The mercenaries were happily moving around the village. The people who turned the rural villages into a hell of chaos were the Locust mercenaries, a notorious group in the southern Kingdom of Crovence and the northern Kingdom of Vasily.
They are so ferocious and cruel that even fellow mercenaries avoid them. They were given that name because they looked as if a swarm of locusts had swept by, leaving no grass roots behind in their wake. Even though it is a title filled with contempt, these are the people who proudly chose that name as their unit name.
“Hahaha!”
“Kill all the men!”
“f*ck the girl and kill her!”
“You brats are useless! “Kill them all!”
Fierce mercenaries chase the villagers with murderous intent in their eyes. Among them was a young couple holding their daughter in their arms. When the escape route was blocked, her husband turned to the mercenaries and begged for his life.
“Please, please save me… … .”
Before he could finish speaking, the blade cut deeply into the man’s chest. The woman shed tears as she saw her husband screaming and falling down.
“honey!”
“Daddy!”
“Those who are going to die anyway are making noise!”
The mercenary beats the woman to the ground. Another mercenary man looked at the fallen woman and tasted her. As he loosened his belt, his eyes flashed.
“For a country boy, you have a pretty fair face, don’t you think?”
“You’re lucky.”
“Hehehe… … .”
Killing men and raping women is what the Locust mercenaries have always done. Of course, there were no people who felt guilty. The woman trembled as she looked at her eyes filled with lust.
“iced coffee… … Please have mercy… … .”
“There is no word for mercy in my dictionary!”
The mercenary man laughed and shouted playfully.
“Hey, girl. Do you want to get hit and take off, or take off and get hit?”
“That perverted bastard, your personality is showing again.”
“Kick kill…” … .”
It was when the woman gave up all hope, remembering the impending hell.
Whiing… … .
A soft breeze blew.
The woman blinked. The wind that blew for a moment tickled her eyes, and she closed and opened them without thinking. But in the meantime, the scene before her eyes had changed.
“… … ah?”
With their eyes wide open, all the mercenaries’ necks were twisted grotesquely. No, when I looked closely, it wasn’t distorted. All of them looked like their heads had been cut in half.
Fuaaaaaa!
Soon, the mercenaries fell backwards along with the blood fountain. A clear voice came from behind the embarrassed woman.
“Take your child and avoid it.”
The woman turned her head. A beautiful elf girl with platinum feet was looking down at her.
“you are… … .”
The elf girl gestured again toward the dazed woman. The woman came to her senses and quickly left the place, holding her daughter. Mercenaries who were slaughtering and raping elsewhere looked this way when they realized the death of their comrade.
“what?”
“What kind of person dares?”
“Did you pick up a sword against an elf female? Are you a slayer by any chance?”
The elf girl shook her hands. Red blood sprayed out in all directions from the two scimitars held in both hands. A cold voice flowed from between her lips.
“Those who are not worth living… … .”
The mercenaries’ complexions hardened when they saw the girl. That girl had an unusual appearance. He was never just a slayer.
“White blonde hair and brown skin… … .”
“Silver scimitar… … .”
“no way… … ?”
That girl had the appearance of a female swordsman who became very famous after the Crovence Civil War.
A platinum-blond-haired elf female swordsman as cold as ice who wields the Shinwol sword and scimitar.
One of the mercenaries screamed.
“New Moon Prosecutor!”
“It’s Siris Valencia!”
