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In the endless plains, there was a huge rocky mountain shaped like a crouching bear on a slightly rising hill. A small spring is gushing out from the bottom of the rocky mountain, and hundreds of leather tents are lined up near it. It was the spring camp of the Blue Bear tribe, the true rulers of this harsh land.
As Tashid and two other Orc men came down the hill carrying the Turtle Lion, the Orcs remaining in the village cheered and welcomed them. Tashid waved his hand in return for their hospitality and entered the village. When he arrived in front of a large tent that was almost twice the size, the curtain was lifted to reveal an orc woman with dark red skin, strong muscles, and voluptuous breasts. She was a large, intimidating woman who could be called a queen, not inferior to even the great Tashid.
Tashid said, pointing to the turtle lion’s body.
“Today’s harvest, Godmother.”
“The children won’t starve.”
The orc woman, Stella, nodded with satisfaction. Then he took one of the turtle lion’s flesh pieces and tore it lightly on both sides. It wasn’t even grilled, it was just a piece of raw meat that was torn apart with just the force of one’s grip. It is an incredibly powerful force that can easily kill one or two living people. However, the orcs were not surprised at all and looked like they were going to do that.
Holding the piece of meat torn on both sides, Stella gave a blessing.
“This flesh and this blood will become our flesh and blood, so take it and fight against fate!”
After giving the blessing, the other female orcs each took a knife and cut a piece of meat. Like all Orc women, their entire bodies were well-built with strong muscles. Of course, unlike male orcs, they clearly had feminine features, but none of them had soft and slender bodies like human or elf women. For orcs, the standard for obesity is how much fat is attached to the body, so no matter how thin a woman is, if she has no muscles, she is just a ‘fat’ woman.
In that sense, Stella, who turns 40 this year, was truly a formidable(?) beauty. Her flab is truly synonymous with the word skin! It was impossible not to say that she was such a beautiful woman that all orc men would drool over her.
Even though Stella had rock-like muscles, she also had ample breasts. She is the mother of mothers, having fed more than 30 young orcs with her ample breasts. You might feel like there was something strange about her, but in any case, she was a respectable woman by Orc standards.
Starla smiled happily as she watched the tribe of orcs carrying the turtle lion’s flesh. And he praised Tashid once again as he stood by and looked equally proud.
“Good job, Tashid.”
“It was nothing special.”
This green-skinned orc youth was not originally from her tribe. He is an outsider who appeared through the Land of Trials four years ago. She said that she was originally an orc who lived as a human slave, but was brought here under the guidance of a strange human.
Stella continued speaking with a nostalgic expression.
“Now no one recognizes you.”
At the time, there was much opposition to accepting an outsider who had lost the Orc soul and pride into the tribe. At that time, it was Sthala who accepted young Tashid despite all opposition. Wisely, even at her young age, she recognized the potential of Tashid, who of her own will broke the chains of her fate and awakened her warrior spirit.
-Learning and mastering it and having the pride of a warrior in your soul is, of course, amazing. Even though this child has neither learned nor learned anything, his soul is full of pride. If this child is not a warrior, then who else can call himself a warrior?
Starla’s actions awakened the entire Blue Bear tribe, and they all accepted the young orc boy with shame. And now, four years later, the young orc, who had a weak body, has now become an indispensable great warrior for the Blue Bear tribe.
“It’s nice to feel rewarded for teaching you myself.”
Tashid shrugged his shoulders at Stella’s gentle words.
“I’m so handsome, right?”
puck!
Stala’s back knuckle hit Tashid directly in the face.
“You guy, you’re acting like you’re showing off.”
“Ugh~.”
Tashid clutched his face and trembled, pretending to be in pain.
Of course, it doesn’t really hurt. If it were a man with a high sense of pride, this one blow would have easily damaged his nose, but to orcs with flat snub noses, this kind of facial blow was literally just a joke. It is similar to humans tapping each other on the shoulder.
Well, humans are outraged when they see these Orcs, calling them violent and barbaric. Could this be a misunderstanding caused by differences in body structure?
Stala and Tashid were playing leisurely. From the top of the hill, I saw an Orc warrior running towards me with an urgent look on his face. The orc came down the hill at once like a mountain goat, arrived in front of Stella, and shouted.
“Godmother!”
“What’s going on, Magadan?”
The orc called Magadan opened his mouth with a very nervous expression.
“Humans have appeared. Angat, who was tending sheep in the west, reported this.”
Tashid and Stella’s complexions hardened. The other orcs who were leisurely making a fire also got up from their seats with their eyes shining.
“Is it the military?”
Magadan shook his head.
“I heard that it consists of five people.”
“Are you just an adventurer?”
Stella frowned. Sometimes adventurers would come into this land of trials after hearing strange rumors somewhere. The goal was not the orcs, but explorers aiming for the relics of the Silver Age here. Even so, to them, orcs are just wild monsters. Every time we encountered one, a battle broke out.
Suddenly, Stella bared her teeth and smiled. She let out a voice full of life.
“Then I guess I’ll have to let them know. “The true owner of this land!”
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It’s been a week since they moved south along the Glotten Mountains, and before they knew it, Leffenhardt and his party had passed the Petland Plain and entered the land of trials.
According to the original plan, it would have taken a good twenty days. If it were a trip on two feet like usual. But the world is also about money. With deep pockets, Leppenhardt and his party boldly opened their wallets this time, bought horses, and rode with them. Since I had enough money, I was able to enjoy the luxury of changing horses every time I passed through each station.
Once they entered the Land of Trials, Reppenhardt and his party slowed down their movement speed. Since there was no place to exchange tired horses like before, we had to pay attention to their stamina.
“It’s such a desolate place, brother.”
Standing on the back of a trotting horse, Russ scanned the surrounding landscape. As we got farther away from the Petland Plain, we saw less and less human beings. The cone-shaped tents of the nomads wandering the grasslands that we occasionally encountered have long since disappeared.
Reppenhardt, who was leading the horse, nodded.
“Orcs are not misunderstood like that for no reason.”
Orcs are rough, cruel, and barbaric. This is the story told to humans.
However, that only reflects the harsh environment in which the orcs live. The Orcs’ cruel child-rearing method of abandoning weak babies in the wilderness rather than raising them was, in fact, their custom. It was also true to some extent that the aging orcs were driven out of their villages and starved to death in the wilderness.
“It’s just that the orcs are not actually driven out; they just consider it an honor to leave the village on their own.”
At the same time, Reppenhardt completely omitted the mention that orcs who do not know honor will also be kicked out of the village. Anyway, getting kicked out is the same thing.
In any case, their seemingly barbaric customs are actually just the wisest way of survival born of their difficult struggle with life. Tila tilted her head at Repenhardt’s words.
“… … But doesn’t that mean it’s ultimately barbaric?”
Honestly, why do dwarves occupy paradise on earth and live there by building buildings like that? It’s hard to live in a remote area anyway. From her perspective, the orcs still seem like barbaric bastards.
Then Siris pouted.
“Well, the dwarves were lucky and got a lot of things, so they can say that.”
Even though dwarves lived as human slaves, they retained much of the wisdom of their ancient ancestors, so even if they were driven out to remote areas, they were able to lead a cultural life of their own. However, from the perspective of an elf who had to run away after losing all his resources, Tila can only be seen as saying that he is full.
“No, that still doesn’t mean that people who don’t value children and even abandon their elders aren’t barbarians. Even elves don’t do that, right?”
“Even so, I can understand. Do you think the dwarves were able to remodel the Grand Forge like that even after losing all their building and blacksmithing skills?”
Two women bicker on horseback. Reppenhardt cupped his forehead as he looked at the rare(?) scene of an elf embracing an orc.
‘Ah, that’s a problem too. Come to think of it.’
Although it was just a trivial argument between Teela and Siris, Repenhardt was well aware of what it implied.
No matter how mistreated the different races are, it is truly a naive expectation that they will unite and come together with one mind and purpose. Even in my past life, there were constant fights between elves, dwarves, and orcs. In the first place, there is no way for people of different races and cultures to blend together so easily.
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Envy and jealousy are not necessarily exclusive to humans. No matter how reasonable an elf, a dwarf who hears the truth, or a proud okra, their standards of rationality, truth, and pride are different for each. In the end, if you gather several people together, problems will arise regardless of whether they are humans, elves, dwarves, or orcs.
‘Tsk, they said they pushed it with the emperor’s power in the past, but that can’t be done… … .’
Reppenhardt scratched his cheek in embarrassment. I thought I should discuss this issue with Marceline later.
Meanwhile, Siris and Tila had roughly finished their argument and were riding their horses again. Both of them had puffy cheeks and pouty expressions. With a bitter smile, Reppenhardt pretended not to notice and continued walking. He was a man who had lived for a long time and had gained some wisdom. Since ancient times, it is never good for a man to get involved in a women’s fight.
It seemed that Silan also knew that ‘wisdom’ well. You can see that he slowly approached Reppenhardt and started talking about something else.
“But Mr. Leffen, how are you going to convince the orcs? Ah, of course Mr. Leffen has a way, but I’m just curious.”
Since he easily persuaded both elves and dwarves, he believed that he would naturally do the same to orcs. But surprisingly, Reppenhardt looked embarrassed.
“There is a way, but I’m a little unsure.”
In fact, Leffenhardt was worried.
The dwarves could hear the truth, so there was no problem at all. The elves were also rational thinkers, and there was a hidden card called the World Tree Resurrection Ritual, so there was no need to worry. However, I was not sure how to let the orcs know that I was not their enemy and that I was on their side.
“I guess I’ll have to try it this time to find out.”
Then Siris rode his horse and came to Reppenhardt’s side. she asked in a whisper so the others couldn’t hear her.
“Aren’t you doing it the same way you did in your previous life?”
They said that since they had already persuaded him once, there would be no problem. Leppenhardt whispered to her in embarrassment.
“that is… … “There was Tashid back then.”
In his previous life, Reppenhardt met Tashid when he and Siris were exploring ruins all over the continent. At that time, Reppenhardt was already meeting different races from all over the continent, building new levels of magic, and occasionally saving abused elves and orcs.
At that time, before the Antares Empire was created, Tashid left the Blue Bear tribe and was wandering the continent to save the abused orcs. And it was a time when he became very frustrated when he realized that he could not do anything with that one power in this world that had become human’s.
For Tashid, Reppenhardt’s presence was like salvation. After finding Refenhardt and testing him with his own sword, Tashid realized that Repenhardt was the only way to achieve his dream. And he swore allegiance to him.
A time when I was wandering the continent with Siris and Tashid, exploring the ruins of the Silver Age, visiting remote tribes of other races, and rescuing abused slaves of other races.
It was the most golden time for Leffenhardt. A happy time filled with dreams and hopes and freedom.
Afterwards, Reppenhardt united the villages of different races that had grown in size, eventually established the Antares Empire, and headed to the Blue Bear Tribe with Tashid. This was after the name of the Antares Empire had already spread throughout the continent. The Blue Bear tribe also agreed with him without much opposition.
But now there is no intermediary called Tashid, and nothing in particular has been done. In this situation, will he be able to convey to the orcs that his dreams and will are not lies?
I can’t help but feel confident.
Reppenhardt clicked his tongue and muttered.
“But that doesn’t mean there are no solutions at all. “I have to meet you first.”
At that time, Russ suddenly frowned and placed his hand on the hilt of his sword. She then turned to her group and shouted in a low voice.
“Something is coming.”
Leffenhardt and his party stopped for a moment and got off their horses. Soon, a group of armed men appeared from beyond the hill in the distance. They were about twenty strong orcs with dark red skin, leather armor, and crude swords and axes.
Reppenhardt said while looking at their uniforms.
“Orc Scouters.”
“It looks like he’s a colleague of the guys who scouted us earlier.”
With the keen senses of an Auror user, Russ noticed that an Orc had already been watching them. Reppenhardt nodded his head.
“I guess they’ll attack me anyway? Be careful not to hurt anyone as much as possible. “We came here with the intention of friendship.”
The orcs drew their swords and began to slowly close the distance. Leffenhardt and his party also formed a circle around the horse. Tila and Siris drew their weapons to protect Silan, and Silan also chanted a sacred spell and prepared to provide protection.
Suddenly, the orc in the lead let out a scream.
“Judiha Kaddle Metal Car! Sarkan da tarlka!”
Cilan asked in a nervous voice.
“What are you saying?”
“This is our land. “Kill all humans.”
Tila shook her head at Reppenhardt’s translation.
“It’s bloody.”
Reppenhardt took a step forward. And he lifted up his voice and shouted.
“Spirit of the Blue Warrior! I am your… … .”
It was just when I was trying to express in Orc that I was not an enemy. Twenty orcs shouted at the same time.
“Sakan da tarlka!”
And then it started charging at the group with terrifying force. Russ smiled bitterly.
“I guess it’s not an atmosphere where we can communicate?”
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“Kaaaa!”
With a beast-like roar, the rough orc sword splits the air. Siris easily dodged the sword and struck the orc’s thigh. She intentionally laid down the sword and hit her side, so she didn’t splatter blood. But that alone brought a scream from the orc’s mouth.
