Chapter 4 – Orcs Hate Troops Too Much
When did my life start to become so hectic?
No, there is nothing to say since when. Life has already been ruined just because I was born in an orc house. No, no. Orcs can do that. To be more precise here, from the moment I was born to my father orc, who is called a ‘crazy bastard’ in the neighborhood, I have to say that Adari didn’t fit in the vulgar language.
How could it be that if you try to suck some honey in earnest, something will happen soon after?
Why do you think I’ve been struggling among monsters for years at best? To survive? Yeah, what good is gold and silver treasures and beauties when you die? But it’s only one axis of the reason why I did that stiff.
It’s just that I want to live comfortably by myself, to pat my back and live a full life by myself.
In a world where everything is solved with strength at best, I fell among those who can prove their worth with strength. The more I struggle, the sweeter the honey will fall.
That’s why I was so sick.
This is a picture of a real war.
To be honest, to be honest, the army is not as strict as a human being, and there are no restrictions on origins that are necessary for success, and it is just a place where the strong can become the best, so I did not think about living here while living moderately and quietly burying my bones. However, I had no intention of going to the battlefield.
Okay, let’s pretend that we’ll be discharged after this happened. Wouldn’t this balrog balrog bastard know the hard work I put into the unit all this time? If you make fun of your mouth in moderation, you can suck all the honey and do all the discharge! I went all the way to the battalion commander (jin) and was discharged. It’s all done with the success generation! There’s no shame in going back to town!
Let’s go find the Balrog.
“No”
“Why?”
“Did you think that a competent bastard like you would be discharged in a situation where not even a single soldier would regret it? You bastard”
Ah
Nangjungjichu.
The awl in my pocket is bound to break through the pocket someday and reveal my existence, but it was Pan who showed off my presence to the extent of breaking through the pants in my pants, saying that I could see my way to success.
Just survive in the gap in moderation.
I’ve been so out of touch with myself.
The balrog, who was taking care of the hairs growing only around his antlers, left me gaping and arguing, saying, ‘What can I do…’ ‘ He looked at me and said.
“Besides, I’m finally transferring. This bastard”
“Why? Come now”
“You know, I wasn’t even going to come here, you bastard? I was going to go to the chief of staff under the direct control of the King, but there wasn’t a vacancy there right away, so I temporarily controlled the children below me, and then I was going to move as soon as there was a position there. This bastard.”
“But I have a question.”
“What are you?”
“Why do you keep adding ‘this bastard’ after that? I’ve been curious about it before”
“It’s a tic disorder”
“Ah”
I saw a future where he transferred to the other side of the heavens and was immediately demoted because of that. Disability is not a bad thing, but imagining the image of the demon king giving me a letter of appointment saying ‘Thank you bastard!’ Made me laugh already.
Anyway, to sum it up, Balrog himself was acting as an unwanted vice-captain to pass the time, but now that he has a position at the top and he has a successor just in time, he is going to take over and shake off Nabal and go somewhere else.
“But who will be the successor?”
“너 이새끼야”
“Yes?”
What do you mean? Why did I become your successor? Looking at the balrog with the eyes of ‘, the balrog put down the mirror he was looking at intently and said,
“Do you think the guys below you listen to me better? No, no, you bastard I was just born as a Balrog, a race stronger than the others by nature. It was only because of that reason that I was able to control it, you bastard.”
“But what does that have to do with me becoming your successor?”
“What do you think a deer will think when it sees a lion? This bastard”
“Normally you would think of running away.”
“What if you can’t escape? Is there a cliff behind you that you can’t jump on?”
“Then we will fight. And I will find a way to escape.”
“That’s why you were chosen as my successor.”
“?”
As soon as I was about to ask if he wanted to play with words, the Balrog spoke to me with a more serious expression than ever before.
“Usually, those who succumb to an overwhelming force that they can’t resist, fear infiltrates their bodies and later they surrender regardless of what they do? Even if that guy wants his own life, he will gladly give it up. Just like if the demon king wanted our lives, he would gladly give them up.
But you are different. Compared to the others, you are an inferior race of okra, but you have trained and polished yourself, sometimes turning around, sometimes trampling, and sometimes jumping over the obstacles that stand in your way. That’s how he became right below me in this place.”
Why does he rate me so badly? If I keep going like this, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to gamble, so I decided to appeal to my shortcomings.
“Well, even so, I am an orc as you said, but will the children below listen to me? Now that Balrog is there, they do as I ask, and I don’t know how to drop lightning from the sky just like Balrog-nim, and the only thing I know how to do is stomp.”
“You, how many of them do you think have been hit by my lightning?”
“It must be a lot”
“There is no one.”
“Yes?”
“They already succumbed to me in fear from the moment I came here, just that the Balrogs, a race superior and stronger than themselves, had arrived. On the other hand, how about you? Even though you are a weak orc, you proved to them that you are strong by surpassing them only with your own body and cunning. Do you think those guys who have experienced all of your struggles for survival right next to you, and that with their own bodies, won’t listen to you?”
With that said, I have nothing to say… All. However, there was one loophole that would be my only breakthrough!
“Doesn’t that mean that I can go higher without being satisfied here?”
It’s a bit risky, but since I’m the statue of half-goal, it’s better to discharge me? When I appealed, Balrog snorted a snort! He looked at me and said.
“Did I mention the deer and the lion earlier?”
“Yes”
“What do you think humans will think when they see ants?”
“Ignoring them or stepping on them because they feel bad”
“Then what if the dragon sees the ant?”
“You don’t even know there is, ah…”
At my words, the Balrog shrugged his shoulders and beckoned me to leave. This kind of unit is enough to fly away in the hands of the Demon Lord, and that’s how much the value of an orc is. I don’t know if I can control the guys under you here, but it’s just a level where you die with a fly swatter wielded by the demon king.
In other words, from the point of view of the upper heads, it was not scary if they just listened and entrusted the responsibility of this place to moderately smart Orcs.
You don’t know right away, but you won’t know if I’m just an orc later, but right now we’re at war. It is absurd that an orc strong enough to threaten the demon lord pops out in the middle of a situation where life is more difficult than in the wild.
Anyway, with that being said, what more do I have to say? As I was about to say hello and leave, a question crossed my mind and I asked the Balrog.
“But you said you had a tic disorder, and at what point did you stop attaching a baby to your back?”
At that question, the Balrog snapped his fingers as if telling me to come here. So when I went there, the balrog whispered in my ear.
“Do you know what they say after receiving the letter of appointment handed down by the Demon King during their lifetime?”
“Uh… Thank you, Maou-nim, shouldn’t we do something about bone renewal?”
“Then, how many times do you think you will receive a letter of appointment handed down by the Demon King in your lifetime?”
“… Wouldn’t it be almost impossible unless you succeed in succession after succession under the direct control of the Four Heavenly Kings or the Chief of Staff of the Maou?”
At that, the Balrog tugged at my ear and told me to come closer this time.
“Then, how many times do you think you will have the opportunity to call the demon king a bastard?”
“… That’s what no sane person would do… Ah?”
Ah.
Do you have a bunch?
Seeing my expression raise my eyebrows as if realizing it, the Balrog winked at me and said,
“If you know, get out now, bastard, don’t tell me anywhere.”
I don’t think it’s a troop full of crazy bastards.
The youngster in the position of captain was also a formidable, more than crazy bastard.
