Chapter 176 – Dance With the Orcs

—Shuaah.

The creek water was flowing vigorously. Certainly monsters gather near the valley. Because they need to drink water to survive.

Orcs are also cubs who know how to use his head, so if they escaped, there is a high chance that they are naturally hiding somewhere in the valley.

“Kat. Do you remember the old days?”
“Hmm? An old idea?”
“Okay.”
“What are you thinking… Ah.”

Heat rose in the face.

I once did it at the lake while following the valley water with Cloudy. Outdoor play for the first time ever and never again. It was the first incident in which I, a civilized person, took off one layer of culture and entered the savage path.

I can say that my experiences then made me who I am today.

“What are you thinking?”

Sensing the hot air currents exchanged between me and Cloudy, Winia asked.
This is a bit difficult to answer.

“It’s nothing. When I first met Cloudy in the old days, in the valley… Something like that happened. Rather than that, let’s search.”
“What did you and your sister do in the valley?”
“I did something a little difficult to say.”
“Trouble? Did you do it outside?”

What?

Was Winia actually a gung-ye, not a horseman? It gives her goosebumps that she has mastered the law of interest before she knew it. I’m going to take out the magic wand.

Immediately, Winia, who had a tired expression on her face her, made a tsk tsk.

“You’re a fucking horny bastard. Even so, that’s not a big deal.”
“Oh, such harsh words.”
“Yes. Sister, go away. Not now.”

He even spewed out the spirit of deftly knocking out the approaching Cloudy. The guard is tight. Cloudy’s ears drooped. Winia’s chest defense has increased a lot.

I approached Copson, who was looking awkwardly into the creek water.

“Anyway, Copson. Let’s use our tracking skills. Aren’t we experts in this again?”
“That’s right… Damn it. I don’t know why it feels so awkward. Let’s go down in the direction of the water flow.”

Perhaps the orc is in a small burrow or hiding among the grass. Even though the orc is smart, he is probably just that much considering the reviews that he is a monster.

“But didn’t you say a hundred? Aren’t they gathered nearby?”

I walked while exchanging opinions with Copson.

“Well, I don’t know. I heard that Baron Dodens’ army was catniped and fled, but some must have joined the group, and the rest are not alone? And if they are gathered together, the traces will grow. They would have gone back to their hometowns. I think they would probably be traveling in small numbers, as long as we can find them.”
“What, what. Why do you look so smart?”
“I’m naturally smart. Unlike barbarians. This is the difference between civilization and savagery, hehe.”

Copson’s explanation seemed quite reasonable.

“Don’t laugh, bitch.”

He too was born and raised in this world and has lived as an adventurer ever since he left his hometown. He would know better about this or that magazine or other world.

—Sseuk.

Other monsters appeared in the middle, but all of them just ran away through the bushes. Cloudy didn’t seem to notice anything special either. There are many creatures that live in the dense forest of Hagisha, but Cloudy, who has been living in the desert, will have limitations in accepting information through hearing.

“Why don’t you take a little rest?”
“Draw.”

We searched until around noon, then went up to a suitable place and found a spot. Let’s have a quick meal and resume our search. After looking around, I took out the dried amount I had brought.

“Winia. Is there any magic to search for monsters?”

I asked Winia, who was sitting lightly.

“Is there anything like that?”
“It would be nice to have.”
“That’s a problem with bastards. They think magic works.”
“No? If it’s magic, isn’t it normal for everything to work?”

Honestly, this might be.

“Yeah. Our bastards are so cute in their stupid parts. Come on.”
“Yes.”

As I walked over to her, Winia put a piece of biscuit into her mouth as if I were feeding her. She also enjoys taking it. It is not for nothing that baby birds beg their mother birds for food.

ㅡSseuk!
“Yes?”

In an instant, the bushes were greatly shaken. She immediately drew her sword and tried to jump out, but her cloudy was a step faster. ㅡ Wedges! The curved sword pierced the bush.

—-Techaaaaa!

Then a familiar scream erupted.

“Tecya?”

Approaching and plowing through the bushes, I saw a gremlin sprawled out with a curved sword stuck in its forehead. Seeing red tears flowing from her reddened eyes, it must have been quite painful.

“It’s been a while since you gremlin bastard.”

She pulled out a curved sword, wiped her blood and brain fluid, and handed it to Cloudy. Gremlin. A familiar looking green small monster. They are bizarre guys who look like reptiles walking on two legs.

Something familiar somehow stirred in my head.

“Umm, it’s a gremlin. It’s a common monster in the area. Even if you kill it, it’s useless.”
“Well, they’re not worth it.”

Winia said, as she was about to eat her body her and put her body her away in a corner.

“Bastard. Get that.”
“Hmm? Bring me this gremlin body?”
“Don’t talk back.”

I wondered if he had an idea, so I grabbed the slack Gremlin by both ankles and brought it to Winia. Blood dripping is not a very nice sight to see.

“Hang this bastard up in that tree over there.”
“What, what? Why hang this on a tree!”

Apparently, the corpse of this little monster stimulated her sadism. Are you thinking of decorating the surroundings for an old-fashioned meal? The gremlin’s empty eyes seemed to stare at Winia.

“Because orcs have a good sense of smell. If you smell blood, they might come looking for you. I just thought of that.”

But it was for a better reason than I thought.

She nodded and joined forces with Copson to prop the body up against a branch a little above my height. The eco-friendly green body stretched out. The blood that flowed out pooled and sawped into the dirt floor.

It smelled a little fishy.

It was a very tasteless sight, but everyone didn’t seem to care. We resumed our meal in a space that had turned into such a dreamy atmosphere.

That was when

“Winia. Over there.”

Cloudy chinned, and faster than I could stand up—-Hwareuk! Memorized Winia’s fire bolt exploded. At the same time, I stood up and Copson and I ran in that direction.

—Pavat!

The flames that had moved to the vines began to devour the surroundings. He saw something moving behind him. The owner of the familiar scream was the orc.

ㅡChwiik! Chwii profit!!

“Oak!”

ㅡChwii profit!!!

The orc who became the fire orc was dancing to get rid of the flames clinging to his body. “Did you just show up?” Cloudy stood up as he turned his neck.

He is also a wizard.
The violent idea worked right away.

“Copson! George!”
“Okay!”

ㅡChwii profit!!!

Cloudy and Winia’s reaction speed was above par. I drew my sword with Copson and approached the orc who had become a member of the Burning Legion.

ㅡChwiik!

He literally looked fucking sick, and he seemed to be appealing his pain by giving him his dance. A dazzling dance that seems to vomit out the soul itself. Was it a dancer by profession? I don’t know as of now.

Because his talent or job his wasn’t important.

ㅡChwiiiiik!!!
“Joe!”

The orc has cast a fire punch. ㅡWow! The swinging arm drew a clear trajectory of flame and heated the space. Of course, it was a meaningless attack that had no eyes or will, and was just overcome with pain.

He easily evaded the backstep by casting it, and then counterattacked.

“Damn it!”
“Oh!”

What appears to be a weapon has already been missed. Besides, I couldn’t imagine losing to a burning guy.

I closed the distance with Copson, matched the timing, and simultaneously thrust the knife into the guy’s torso and neck.

ㅡChwi profit!

The orc, who had become something like a pirate roulette in an instant, fell to the ground. The fire went out shortly after. Copson and I stabbed him about 10 times on his wide back his to confirm the kill.

ㅡPoo-wook! Hooked!
ㅡ Puff!

The twitching guy finally stretched out.

“Is he dead?”
“I guess so.”

The sweet smell of burning meat wafted up.

Her skin her, which should have been originally green, was tanned. Seeing that, Copson mumbled something, but it was a racist remark, so I’ll move on.

ㅡShhh!

Claudy approached and cut his throat with a single knife, then picked up his protruding head his. The face of the orc whose flesh had melted looked terribly vain. 1 silver like this?

“Huh… Cut. If I kill all the monsters around and hang them up, the Orcs will come around? Shall we do that?”
“Sounds like a good way.”

It was a very simple battle.

Well, the wizard first grinded the bread, and me and Copson cut the knife at the same time, so it’s natural that it was simple. It was a very empty ending, but with this, I got 1 silver. He took the head and put it in his bag.

It’s bigger than I thought.

“It’s finished fairly easily. It’s nice to have a wizard as expected.”
“I agree.”

Copson seemed to have lost his nerve in the battle that ended easily.

“Once more than that…”

I searched where the orcs used to dance.

He was obviously holding something. That’s probably the weapon Orcs use. The blacksmith who sold the knife said he would pay for it if he brought it, so he should take it and make a profit.

“Is this it?”

What fell off was a hatchet that appeared to be made from some orange rock fragments. Is it an orange rock? The fact that the blade was made like a stone tool made it possible to guess the Orcs’ technological prowess.

Is it the Stone Age?

“Barbarian. That?”
“It looks like the weapon the orc was holding.”
“Hmm… It’s a crude weapon at a barbaric level.”

First of all, I showed it to Winia and Cloudy.

Cloudy’s eyes lit up as if she was interested in the weapon of the different species, and Winia started to explain as if it was nothing special.

“It’s a weapon that the Orcs make and use. It’s called vermilion stone, and it’s a tool that’s broken and processed from this common rock and tied to a tree or inserted… Well, it’s worth a collectible.”

Where is the scarlet stone?
Looking at something I’ve never heard of, it seems to be a mineral endemic to another world.

Anyway, the blacksmith said he would buy it and put it in the bag. Okra using crushed stone tools… The burnt orcs had nothing but that.

Those that looked like completely burnt leather panties and vests didn’t seem worth taking, and I took them off to see if I might leave something in them, but I didn’t get any results.

Beggar.

Even if you think about it, the income seems to be not good.

I think I need to catch at least 10 orcs to make ends meet.

“Barbarian. What are you going to do? All the monsters nearby must have fled due to the recent commotion… Shouldn’t we start the search again?”
“That’s true too.”

Orcs had a good sense of smell and 1 kill was their only income. The meal must have been over, so I immediately moved to find the other guys.

“Doesn’t it seem like it will come out easily?”

Cloudy said. Certainly, it would be difficult to find orcs running away as defeated soldiers in such a wide area. Since it was a party of four, finding that many Orcs was also a problem.

We went even deeper.

Where will the orcs with catacombs be hiding? Recalling the shiny trinkets they possessed made me motivated. Looking at the weapon, it’s just at the level of the Stone Age, just looking at the silver coins will make your eyes go round.

The same goes for adventurers.

On the way, she asked Winia about the accessories of the Orcs.

“Feathers or leather. And fancy things. Can you imagine if I explained it as a shiny, fancy-looking stupid hat made of feathers? Those things are quite expensive. Could it be?”

I followed the valley like that, crossed the hill, and searched the other side of the valley again.