‘I can’t handle the Berserker Armor perfectly yet… … .’
The day this armor becomes completely his, that arrogant low-life Auror will kneel at his feet!
A calm voice was addressed to Stephen, who was gritting his teeth in revenge.
“You are not the only one who dreams of revenge, Sir Stephen.”
“Ah, Sir Eusus.”
Stephen smiled bitterly and looked back at the knight in golden armor. Certainly, he was not the only one seeking revenge on Reppenhardt.
The famous Golden Knight of Grime, Justus von Tennes.
However, that reputation has now faded considerably. It was because he suffered a humiliating defeat from King Repenhardt.
Stevan looked at Eusus, who had entrusted himself to Tethron, with a gentle look in his eyes.
“Are you hurt, Sir Eusus?”
“Haha, Sir Stephen. “No matter what, how can you possibly get hurt against these junkies?”
“That’s right.”
Although they were competitors, Stephen and Eussus were currently on quite a good relationship. Since they are in the same situation and have the same enemy, it is impossible not to feel a sense of comradeship.
Moreover, unlike Reppenhardt, Eusus had a famous noble bloodline and was also famous. To Stephen, who was a nobleman to his core, he was truly ‘a man worth having as a friend.’
“by the way… … .”
As he approached Tethron, Eusus returned the barded Eldrad he was wearing in the form of a scabbard. Eldrad was once on the verge of being destroyed by Refenhardt, but has now been completely restored thanks to its self-healing ability and the Silver Age relics given to it by Thesron.
Yusus, who had taken off his armor and was dressed casually, looked around and was impressed.
“This necklace of warmth is really effective. “Even in this blizzard, it feels like I’m feeling the spring breeze.”
This necklace of warmth, worn by all members of Tethron’s group, was a Silver Age artifact that maintained a constant body temperature in any cold. It is an item that is never known to the world and is only possessed by silver wise men.
Eusus asked, looking at the infinite pockets scattered around the tent.
“What shall we do with these relics, Lord Thethron?”
“Gather what is useful and sell the rest. However, all of those on the list are recovered and kept by the Silver Sage.”
Tesron answered, recalling the list he had received and memorized in advance. Among the artifacts found in this Salcana dungeon, there were things that should never be allowed to modern humanity.
“The Silver Sage is the protector of humanity and has a mission to protect humanity from ancient evil. Among the relics of the Silver Age, there are many with dangerous properties, so if they are not properly managed by the right managers, chaos will result.”
Eussus looked curious as he adjusted the necklace around his neck at Tethron’s words.
“I know that, but what are the standards? … .”
Of course, this necklace of warmth worn around their necks was a great item. But is this performance so dangerous that it should not be allowed to humanity? It is completely incomprehensible that artifacts such as barded Eldrad and Berserker armor are shown to the world, but the necklace of warmth is not allowed.
Tethron smiled bitterly as he looked at Eusus. In fact, he didn’t know what criteria the Silver Sages used to determine the importance of relics. Although they are the Sages of Silver, Thethron also knows more about their secrets than they know.
However, it was something that could not be revealed, so Tesron pretended not to notice and began searching Infinite’s pockets. As I was sorting out the relics according to the list I had received in advance, Yussus’s eyes suddenly lit up.
“hmm? “Isn’t this the voice of Eleusion, Lord Theron?”
What Eusus held in his hand was a square black block. Tethron asked curiously.
“huh? Isn’t it just a black, square block? “Why do you think it’s the voice of Eleusion?”
“Yeah… … .”
Eusus answered, pointing to the ancient language engraved on the side of the block.
“Because the pattern engraved here is the same.”
Although Yussus had no knowledge of ancient languages, he had the keen eye of a knight. You can’t read it, but it’s the same ‘picture’, but it’s not so much that you can’t recognize it.
“Umm… … .”
Tethron groaned slightly. Was Eleusion’s voice, after all, an object that should not be known to modern humanity? He thought it might be so. Because it is a piece that Demon King Repenhardt cherishes so much.
“I didn’t know there was another one.”
While answering roughly and trying to classify Eleusion’s voice, Tethron’s eyes suddenly lit up.
‘Seeing as the Demon King placed so much importance on this, this is no ordinary artifact either… … .’
Tesron quietly took the black block while watching the others. And he said to his companions as he packed infinite pockets.
“Then let’s go back. “Even after excluding the things that need to be returned to the Silver Sage, there will be quite a few relics left, these.”
Tesron said jokingly, but the reaction was sour. Since they are all wealthy families, there is nothing particularly happy about acquiring a lot of relics. And even though it was the order of the Silver Sage, I didn’t feel good about slaughtering people I didn’t know anything about.
Filena muttered softly as she prepared to go back with a nervous expression.
“… … “What on earth is this history that shouldn’t be known, so why are they doing this, Silver Sages?”
Thesron bit his lip as he looked at her.
“Don’t know, don’t pay attention, Philena.”
Anyway, you should never let anyone know.
An unknown history.
The truth about elves, dwarves, orcs and trolls who are currently only slave races.
The truth about them only puts present-day humanity in danger. It is just a truth that is of no help to humanity, which dominates the world.
Tethron solemnly declared.
“The only ones qualified to know that are the Silver Sages.”
2
Glotten, a huge mountain range that forms the eastern border of the Kingdom of Crovence and the Kingdom of Basil. Once you cross the rugged mountain range, a vast grassland unfolds. This place, where endless plains and rocky mountains form the horizon, is the Petland Plain, a place still barely touched by humans.
Human villages still remained in relatively small, arable areas adjacent to mountain ranges, with valleys and lakes. It was a village of nomads and merchants located on the road leading to the border gate established by the human kingdom. They made a living by roaming the dry wilderness, herding sheep and goats, or doing business with the border guards stationed at the gates.
But even they couldn’t head any further east. The harsh climate, with extreme temperature changes between day and night, and the presence of monsters frequently targeting sheep and goats were something that even the nomads who had been toughened up in the harsh life could not handle. Therefore, the eastern part of the Petland Plain was called Destrand, or Land of Death in the language of the nomads, and they did not go near it.
Destrand, the land of death, east of the Petland Plains, where not even the bravest shepherds approach.
There now a herd of sheep and goats were grazing leisurely. And a large man was sitting on a nearby rock with his shirt off, leisurely watching the scene.
It was a sight that would have left a human being unable to believe their eyes. Destrand is not just a place filled with wild beasts, but a place infested with powerful monsters worthy of being called monsters. That is why no shepherd comes here to herd his sheep even if all the grass has dried up.
However, this man maintained a calm expression even in this dangerous place. But when you find out, it wasn’t such a strange thing.
He was an orc, not a human.
This orc, which was nearly two meters tall, had green skin as rough as a tree stump, a flat snub nose, and eerie molars protruding from its lower jaw like a wild boar, had the unique appearance of an orc. Nevertheless, his facial features are strangely clear and well-proportioned, so he doesn’t look that ugly. Even by human standards, it looks quite manly and cool, right?
After looking at the goats eagerly grazing the sparse grass here and there, the green-skinned orc man stretched out.
“Haaam, why is there no news today?”
At the man’s voice, a large wolf’s head suddenly popped out from under the rock. It was a fierce-looking wolf, and its size was enormous. It was a direwolf, a monster with a body of 1.2 meters and a height of 3 meters.
This ferocious monster, said to be capable of taking a bull in its mouth, went near the orc man and started rubbing its head and whining like a dog.
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“Kkiing, kiing.”
“Uh-huh! This guy! “Are you looking for food without doing anything else?”
When you bump its head, it barks and wags its tail like a real dog. The orc man clicked his tongue as he looked at the dire wolf lying at her feet.
“… … No, but why did the man who was once the king of the grassland become so servile?”
Then the direwolf raised its head, stuck out its tongue with an expression that said, ‘Tch, that doesn’t work,’ and majestically went down to the bottom of the rock. The orc man clicked his tongue once more.
“Ugh, that clever guy.”
It was half a year ago that he tamed this black-furred direwolf, the Black King. For Orcs, taming a direwolf is proof of being an honorable warrior. All orcs dream of becoming Wolf Riders, but only true warriors can imprint themselves on this ferocious monster and make it follow them.
He chased this black king, known as the king of the grasslands, for a week, suffered from the black king’s counterattack for three days, and after half a day of fighting, he barely defeated the black king. And he imprinted the soul of a warrior in the Black King and made him follow him.
It was good up to this point. But somehow this black king was different from a normal direwolf. Is being clever too much? It’s good to understand what’s being said and act like a human being, but it can go too far and become sly.
‘Sometimes I feel like I’m being caught… … .’
After shaking his head, the orc man suddenly raised his head.
“hmm?”
The Black King, who was going down to the bottom of the rock, also pricked up his ears. They both jumped up from their seats at the same time. Seeing this, two other orc men who were looking after sheep a little away came running with surprised faces.
“What’s going on?”
“Have you finally appeared, Tashid?”
The orcs all glared at the direction where Tashid’s gaze was directed. Sure enough, after a while, a large shadow appeared between the rocky mountains on the other side of the field. Turtle Lion, a carnivorous monster with a turtle-like body and the head and limbs of a lion. He must have aged considerably, and his size seemed to be close to twice that of the Black King.
Haha!
The Turtle Lion roared and began running furiously towards the sheep. The sheep and goats froze at the sound of the roar and stood blankly in place, not even thinking about running away. This monster, which evolved to reduce moisture evaporation in arid climates, may look funny on the outside, but it is no easy opponent. It is a formidable monster that has the defense power of a turtle and the attack power of a lion, and can easily wipe out dozens of human soldiers.
But for some reason, the orcs didn’t seem that nervous.
The orc man, Tashid, grinned as he lifted the huge yam sword that was next to him.
“Black King!”
The direwolf lies down at Tashid’s feet as if he had been waiting. Tarsid, holding the reins and nimblely riding on the Black King’s back, spurred on, shouting in Orcish.
“Talkra! Kechatraka!”
If you interpret it as ‘Bob has arrived! It would be something like, ‘Build a fire!’ Tashid rode on the black king and galloped across the plains at breakneck speed. Tashid let out a loud cry while holding the rough sword high.
“Dakar!”
Calling on the name of the True Demon Sword, the spirit of the weapon is awakened. A faint light hovered over Tashid’s beloved disease, Dakar’s sword. It was an orc warrior’s unique method of using it, which was completely different from that of an auror, bringing out the soul of the sword itself rather than putting one’s fighting spirit on the sword. Even the blunt yam began to emit an eerie feeling as Dakar’s blade became sharp as a razor.
Uniting the sword’s soul with his own, Tashid rushed towards the Turtle Lion like a gale. It quickly blocks the way of a turtle lion that is about to attack a goat. Turtle Lion let out a roar of anger and warning.
“Kuhuhuhuh!”
The Black King also showed his fangs and howled.
“Growl!”
The ferocious beasts face each other and examine each other. At that moment, the Turtle Lion launched itself, exposing its sharp fangs. At the same time, he struck Tashid, who was riding the Black King, with his front paw. Tashid deflected the sword and blocked the attack.
Wow!
As the sound of metal rang out, Tashid easily blocked the Turtle Lion’s attack. Tashid’s thick arm muscles bulged as if they were about to explode. But he wasn’t pushed. Both Tashid and the Black King carrying him can easily handle a blow that carries the entire weight of that gigantic Turtle Lion.
“Khuuuung!”
The angry Turtle Lion swings its front paw repeatedly. Tashid, who continued to block attacks by swinging his sword and sword, suddenly burst into flames.
“Taaaaaat!”
With a loud roar, the rough sword cut off Turtle Lion’s neck and shoulders at the same time, tracing a delicate trajectory. Three spectacular cuts in a row left blood in the air.
A fountain of blood gushes out, and the huge monster loses its life and begins to slowly sink. Two other Orc warriors, who had been waiting behind with swords and axes for back-up, came running towards me, bright red in color.
“Oh, as expected, the hero Tashid!”
“At this rate, I won’t starve for a while!”
The Orc warriors rejoiced and began dismantling the fallen Turtle Lion. The hand movements of removing the carapace and peeling the skin seemed very skilled.
In fact, for the Orcs living here, monsters attacking sheep were not a disaster, but rather a blessing. Since nomadism alone is not enough to survive, food becomes scarce unless monsters attack from time to time. Is this actually a stock?
Of course, there were quite a few orcs dying in the meantime, but those who worship warriors have no tears to shed for the losers.
For a turtle lion of this size, it would be enough to live on for a while just by slicing its lean meat. Moreover, the shell and leather are also useful in many ways. Tashid and the other orc warriors were excitedly engaged in the dismantling work.
While they were in the middle of drawing blood and peeling the skin, the black king sneaked up and tapped the turtle lion’s hind leg with its front paw. Then he looks back at Tashid and this time taps his thigh.
“… … What?”
Hearing Tashid’s blunt voice, the Black King pointed to the hind legs with the tip of his nose. Tashid was already able to feel the direwolf’s will through the Black King and the soul. The Black King was saying this.
‘Why don’t you do it roughly and give me my share quickly?’
“… … “It’s okay.”
He was amazed and cut the hind leg into large pieces and threw it to the Black King, who liked it so much that he put it in his mouth. And this time he tapped Tashid on the shoulder. To anyone who saw it, it was a gesture that seemed to say, ‘Hey, thank you for your hard work~.’
“It’s like a monster… … .”
Tasid shook his head as he watched the Black King fall a short distance away and excitedly tear at the bone. He is said to be the king of the grasslands, but it is questionable whether he reigned for political power rather than force.
As soon as I finished preparing to carry it, Tashid put the luggage on his shoulder and whistled.
“Hwiiik!”
The sheep and goats began to gather together at the sound. Tashid stood up, looking back at his colleagues.
“Now, let’s go back to the village.”
