A VR Travel Story That Makes You Want to Be Humiliated 420

Chapter 420 – Side Story – As Soon as You Step on the Path (3)

A long time ago, she got involved with an orc once.

That… Who was it? Ugh… Bar… No, Per… This isn’t it either. What was it?

Anyway, this happened when I was involved with a nobleman whose name I can’t remember anymore.

There was a time when I had to fight several orcs with my bare hands without even learning how to strengthen my body with magic.

Let’s skip the details.

As for the result, I was taken to the orcs’ cave, where I had a good time… That is to say. If I were an ordinary woman, it wouldn’t have been such a good time, but it was a good time for me anyway.

The orcs I met at that time were the stupid, woman-obsessed orcs that often appear in Japanese adult fantasies.

So, are all the orcs in this game like that?

The correct answer is ‘no’.

The criterion for dividing such orcs from those that are not is the distance from the front line.

The front line between the Demon King’s army and humanity, now gone.

Orcs living far from the front lines are stupid and obsessed with women, but orcs living close to the front lines pursue battle and power more than women.

The reason why there are such differences even though they are of the same race is simple.

Because you can live like that in the rear.

Even if you live a foolish life looking for women, you won’t be torn to death by the monsters or demons around you.

Humans and nobles at the back are just as corrupt and consumed with pleasure.

On the other hand, near the front line, where even the slightest bit of laziness would lead to the extinction of the tribe, a culture was created that sought military force to survive, and the result was a tribal war.

Nothing is given for being the strongest tribe, but isn’t that what honor is?

“Waaaaa!!!”

“Crrrr!!”

As it was a tribal war in which all tribes in the region participated, the two groups could be seen tangled in blood shortly after parting ways with the adventurers.

The sight of orcs, whose basic physical abilities were far superior to those of humans, fighting against each other with all their might made my heart, even as a woman, heat up.

Would you say it feels like watching real professional wrestling? Of course, it only has a strike machine.

A stone hammer with a rock the size of my head plunges into the orc’s arms. The two arms that had been crossed for defense were bent at a strange angle without any meaning and turned blue.

An orc who lost his weapon in the melee punched the opposing orc in the head with all his might.

Poop!

The sound of the impact was loud enough to be heard a short distance away.

The sound so loud that it doesn’t feel like the sound of flesh hitting flesh is probably because both sides can use physical strengthening.

If it had been from behind, it would have been a blow that could have knocked out small mobs with just the shock wave that exploded.

However, the opposing orc, who was hit squarely by the fist, slowly returned to his stance, spat blood-mixed spit on the floor, and threw the weapon he was holding on the floor.

“Kaaaaa!!!”

He then clenched his fist and rushed at the orc who had punched him, delivering a powerful straight punch.

Quang!

“Waaaaa!!!”

Cheers rose among the orcs who were watching.

The other orcs soon forgot about their fight and watched with interest the manly fist fight between the two orcs.

Although tribal wars are called ‘wars’, this is possible because they are more of an event that returns every few years.

At first, the goal was to kill each other and reduce the size of the entire wasteland, but that was a long time ago.

Nowadays, ‘let’s not kill people if possible’ has become an unspoken promise.

That was the reason why the orc who had been swinging the stone hammer a little while ago did not smash his opponent’s head, but only broke his arms.

As violence has decreased, participating orcs have come to enjoy it as a kind of sport.

Well, there’s a little blood and some bones, but it’s okay because the orc race itself is more warlike and tougher than humans.

I watched the fistfight between the two orcs from a little distance away. I thought about taking out something similar to popcorn from my inventory, but I couldn’t because I was afraid I would miss the crucial moment.

“… Huh?”

But as I was watching from afar, a strange figure appeared in my field of vision.

A group of human soldiers were preparing magic towards one of the two orc camps.

A large-scale magic that several wizards spend time preparing.

It wasn’t a magic that could be ignored at a glance, but the orcs who were so absorbed in watching the fist fight didn’t even notice that magic was being prepared.

“Hey, don’t be oblivious.”

I stood up grumbling.

Are you trying to throw ashes in the middle of a manly duel where only attacks are exchanged without defense?

I had nothing to do with their fight, but I wasn’t a woman who didn’t know romance so much that I would just overlook such behavior.

After looking at the fistfight that was slowly reaching its climax, I opened my inventory.

The item I took out was my favorite shield, Cruid of the Castle Wall. In fact, the name is difficult, so it’s a secret that I open the item status window every time I take it out.

By utilizing Cruid’s ability to adjust size by adding magical power, the size was increased to twice the maximum.

Pull the hand holding the shield back and raise your legs high.

And just as the magic was about to be fired, I gathered all my courage and raised my shield… Throw!

Wedge!

A shield large enough to cover the entire upper body flew through the air.

There was an uproar among the humans who belatedly discovered the flying shield, but the magic had already been fired.

As expected from the magic that took time to prepare, the magic fired was quite large. The power of magic is not proportional to its size, but it would be foolish for anyone to expect a fireball large enough to comfortably fit two or three people to be very powerful.

But for me, it was actually a good thing.

Although I threw it with great form, unfortunately, I was not as confident in my shield throwing skills as the frozen man in the movie.

In particular, since my shield was not originally designed to be used for throwing, the already unstable trajectory was even more unstable.

So the bigger the target, the better it was for me.

And as expected, pow!

Although the shield I threw flew slightly to a different place than I intended, I successfully achieved my goal of hitting the fireball.

The fireball exploded with a loud sound like a fireworks display, scattering flames around the area. It was a bit surprising that the magic was that powerful even after colliding with the Cruid of the castle wall, which reduces the power of most magic to just a flicker.

The orcs’ attention was focused on the spectacularly exploded fireball. Even the two orcs, who were about to decide on victory or defeat, stopped fighting and looked up at the spot where the fireball exploded.

“… ! … !!”

One of the humans who was looking at the magic scattered in the air came to his senses and screamed something. Judging from the atmosphere, it seemed like they were urging the orcs to fight.

However, the orcs who heard the human’s words looked blankly at the weapons in their hands and at the opposing orcs who had been fighting fiercely just a moment ago.

Shaking my head. The orcs shook their heads as if they had made a promise.

Then they returned to their respective camps.

Roughly speaking, ‘Hey, I lost my excitement because of these tactless people. Wouldn’t it be like, ‘Let’s fight again next time.’

The humans who saw that were very embarrassed and kept saying things, but none of the orcs from both camps listened.

In the end, the battle itself ended in disarray.

I walked into an empty battlefield after all the orcs and humans had disappeared. First, you have to retrieve the thrown shield.

After squinting at the weapons stuck in the ground and the bodies that had died from unfortunate hits, I retrieved the shield and looked around both camps.

Human figures were seen only in one of the two camps.

It is not particularly against the rules for humans to participate in an Orc tribal war. It was not uncommon for adventurers who wanted to improve their skills to participate in the war because ‘if possible’ there was no risk of losing their lives.

However, the group of humans I saw a little while ago didn’t feel that way.

There is no way that an adventurer party is made up of only wizards, and joint magic on that scale is at least military-level.

The military intervened in the tribal war?

“It seems like something interesting is happening.”

I moved towards the camp where I could not see any human beings.

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Even though I approached the camp openly, the Orc camp just looked at me as if they were asking me why they were approaching, but did not stop me or give me warning.

Because I am confident in my own strength. Vigilance is something you only do when you feel that the other person is threatening.

I found an orc who looked like a chieftain and approached him. All you had to do was find the largest and strongest-looking orc.

“Kruk. Human female? What’s going on?”

“I want to fight too.”

He got straight to the point. To simple orcs, speaking in circles gives a worse impression.

“Why?”

The Chief Orc’s answer was also very simple.

“I saw your fight a little while ago. It was a great fight that warmed my heart.”

“Kuk, keuk. “It was like that.”

The Chief Orc crossed his arms and shook his head in satisfaction.

“Seeing that made me want to fight too. How is it. “Why don’t you join us?”

Well, actually, that’s not the whole reason to fight alongside this tribe. Still, if you try to talk about complicated things like human magic or the military, you won’t even understand.

“Greatness. Are you a witch doctor?”

“No. A warrior.”

“Can you prove it?”

Proof. Good.

There is a very simple and sure way.

I took off my clothes on the spot and was in my underwear.

“Kruk?”

A look crossed the Chief Orc’s eyes. It was a very brief moment of sexual desire, then the desire to win.

“It’s proof of a warrior!”

“Krrhahahaha!!! A human knows the proof of a warrior! “It’s fun!”

The Chief Orc laughed cheerfully.

Proof of a warrior.

It is a ritual to prove that an orc is a warrior capable of fighting…

To put it simply. It was a bare-handed fight.

No armor or weapons.