Chapter 421 – Side Story – As Soon as You Step on the Path (4)
I, a slender beautiful girl, fight against an orc that can easily be 2 meters tall. With bare hands, without weapons or armor.
Normally, one might ask whether it is a fight that makes sense, but of course it makes sense. Because this is a game.
In the high level zone, which is like a wasteland where I am now, the only people who cannot strengthen their bodies with magic are civilians. Otherwise, you won’t be able to survive.
And by using physical strengthening, disparities in muscle mass and weight can be overcome.
However, that is not to say that training your body is meaningless.
If you go into detail, you will need to carefully read the posts circulating in the community on ‘Basic specs, physical enhancement proficiency, and changes in enhancement efficiency due to magic control,’ so let’s skip it.
What’s important is that I can fight even the chief of an orc tribe with my bare hands.
And, excluding in-game proficiency, I am better at bare-handed fighting than swordsmanship.
It’s natural. How often do modern people swing a sword in their lives?
However, you can learn martial arts anywhere as long as you pay money.
This may be bragging, but I am quite confident in my fighting skills. During my school days, I went to dojos more than academies.
The reason is… Well, now I think it’s okay to let people know even if you don’t say anything. For your information, the excuse given was for self-defense. In a way, it was the completely opposite purpose.
So, why am I bragging about my martial arts skills at such length?
“From now on, you are the chief. Human female. “No, sister!”
“… “What?”
Because this is what happened.
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Orcs are simple.
Since they are such orcs, it is natural that the chieftain of the tribe where the orcs gather is decided simply.
Power.
The strongest orc takes the position of chieftain.
As a person grows older or becomes weak due to injury, the position of chief naturally passes over.
Political power? Bargaining power? These words are all meaningless to orcs.
I knew that well, but…
“Why do you say I am the chief?”
“You defeated me as the chieftain. “The strong one is the chieftain!”
I didn’t know that it wouldn’t matter if the strongest was a human rather than an orc.
“I’m human? Was there ever a time when a human became a chieftain?”
“Greatness. “I’ve never heard of it.”
“Then it can’t be done, right?”
“But I’ve never heard that it couldn’t be done.”
No, it’s just an orc tribe, so of course an orc should be the chieftain.
“And I’m just here to have fun. “You never know when you might leave.”
“Then all I have to do is become the chief again. Even then, if I am the strongest. “Kruk!”
I can’t understand.
It was completely unexpected, but it still seemed like fun.
While I’ve played WM several times so far, I’ve never once played as an Orc tribal leader.
Why choose an orc when you can create any character you want?
If I were a man, I might have been tempted at least once out of curiosity, but I am a woman. I had no intention of becoming an orc woman.
But now that this opportunity has arisen, can I just pass it up?
“Good. “Let’s try something.”
“Cruk! Good night! Orcs should definitely do that!”
“I’m human.”
“Let’s go out right away! We must announce the new chieftain!”
“You’re not listening to this. No, wait a minute. “You have to give me time to get dressed!”
The former chief did not even pretend to listen to me and dragged me to the center of the tribe camp. There was no time to put back on the clothes I had taken off before proving myself as a warrior. The underwear was still there.
As I said before, I’m not particularly an exhibitionist. Although I do feel a sense of excitement at the risk of being discovered, it is not a castle wall that looks real and makes me excited.
If I had known this would happen, I would have taken off my armor and kept my clothes on.
Why did you take off your clothes in the first place?
That’s right… It wouldn’t look cool if you just took off your armor and made a fuss. I think everyone will agree on this.
Even though I regretted it later, I had already left while I was still thinking about it. I can’t help it. Furthermore, I brought this upon myself. Let’s take it sweetly.
“Kruk?”
“Chief?”
“What’s going on?”
As the chief led us out to the center of the camp, all the orcs in the tribe looked at us strangely.
To the other orcs, it looked as if the chief had suddenly entered the camp, stripped off her clothes, and dragged her away. Of course, they would look at it strangely.
Additionally, after listening to the chieftain’s words, the orcs’ expressions became ones worth looking at.
“Chief?”
“A human female?”
“The chief has ceased to be a chief… ! What should we call the chief now? ?”
Because the situation was so sudden, some Orcs were unable to accept the sudden change in situation and fell into confusion.
However, except for a few, the reactions of other orcs were calm.
“Human female! You look weak!”
“Weak chief, I cannot admit it!”
Expressing dissatisfaction with the chief’s decision.
It was only natural that he said he would hand over the position of chieftain to a female whose origin was unknown, and to a human female.
The chief’s response to such complaints was simple.
“If you are dissatisfied, fight! Whoops. “If there is an orc who wins, that orc is the chieftain!”
“Good night! Good!”
“Excuse me. What is my opinion?”
My trivial question was scattered in the air without reaching any orc’s ears.
What. Although I expected it.
Still, I liked the fact that I could finish the fight cleanly.
If it had been a human village, it wouldn’t have ended in a fight, and even if it had ended, we would have heard annoying noises behind us for a long time afterward.
At some point, the orcs who had decided on the order of battle looked at me with an expression of itchiness.
And then a fight breaks out-
“There is a new chieftain!”
“It’s my sister!”
Soon, he was recognized by all the orcs in the tribe.
Actually, it didn’t take that long. If you defeat a few strong guys, the weaker guys will fall on their own.
Still, I still feel a little out of breath when the game continues like this.
“Is there another Dumville Oak?”
Last time I checked. The dissatisfaction from before could not be found in any of the orcs’ eyes.
“Kruk.”
The Chief Orc approached me with his snort.
“Congratulations on becoming Chief. Would you like to say something?”
“One word? Umm…”
I have many experiences speaking as a leader of a group. Both in reality and in games.
From that experience, what I had to say now was not complicated.
“Fight and win!”
“We win!”
“Ocs, we win!”
“Waaaaa!!”
The orcs were excited by the speech tailored to the orc’s perspective. They each raised their weapons and shouted.
Many responded that they were itching to fight right now, but I don’t know, but they had just finished a fight a little while ago. I had to rest today.
“The fight is tomorrow morning! “I’ll leave the guy who sleeps in late!”
I left behind the cheers that erupted again.
The sun was slowly setting. I had to pitch my tent before it got completely dark.
Now that I was the chief, it didn’t matter if I used the same tent that the previous chief had used.
But kinda, um. I hate to say this, but it smells like oak.
It’s not a strong smell. It’s like the smell of an animal that you can usually smell when you go to an animal café.
If you look at the smell alone, it was about that, but if the smell was from a cute dog or cat, it might be from an orc that makes you sweat just by looking at it…
Anyway, that’s the story.
After finding a suitable spot, I used magic tools to pitch my tent. Long live magic technology. Really.
I thought about weapons for a moment as I looked at the tent that was automatically assembled as long as I continued to supply magical power.
In tribal wars, you have to avoid killing as much as possible, so the sword is a bit like that. If you are unlucky enough to stab someone wrong, one person will die.
And the shield is a bit like that too. Even if you don’t die from being hit by a shield, using a shield itself is unorc-like.
Tribal war is an event for orcs. At least the weapons should match the Orc mood.
So which weapon would be better…
While I was thinking about it, the tent was completed, and the night passed like that.
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“Commander! Enemy orcs have appeared!”
“Everyone, get ready. “Be vigilant around the surrounding area to prevent something like yesterday from happening.”
“Yes!”
The commander of the human unit on the opposite side from Soira calmly gave instructions to his subordinates.
I thought it was perfect timing yesterday, but I never imagined I would be interrupted like that out of nowhere.
No, I expected the possibility that the fired magic would accidentally hit somewhere along the way.
Still, it didn’t matter. Unless it hit and exploded right in front of the nose where it was fired, it wasn’t a magic powerful enough to escape just because there was a little distance.
But yesterday, for some reason, it wasn’t even half of its original power.
As a unit commander who did not know the impact reduction effect of Cruid on the castle wall, he was crazy and jumping around.
I don’t know the cause, but it should be okay as long as there are no interruptions. Thinking so, the unit commander greatly increased the number of scouts in the surrounding area and then went into battle with the orcs of his camp.
The fight progressed into a melee similar to yesterday. This was because there was no complicated strategy in the orc fight.
“Scout! Report!”
“There are no other people around!”
“Ready for the magic!”
The unit commander checked once more just in case and began preparing the same magic as yesterday.
The unit commander’s actions were cool-headed, rational, and common sense.
Because it was such common sense, it was inconceivable that yesterday’s uninvited guest was now not nearby, but beyond the enemy camp.
And right after the magic chanting started, the moment when concentration was dispersed to synchronize the magic power with the colleagues who were using magic together.
The unit commander, who remained alert until the end, was able to notice a shadow forming over his head.
The unit commander reacted immediately and looked up at the sky, and what he saw was… It was a cylinder.
It was a purple, long, cylinder with the end carved like a turtle’s head, a female masturbation device commonly called a dildo.
In any case, it wasn’t something worth seeing in a place like this.
“Huh?”
A dildo that fell from the sky hit her on the head as she said something stupid without realizing it because she saw something so absurd.
