FFF-Class Trashero - Chapter 14

[Wave 2] Dancing with Orcs

“... Oops. Look at me. ”

I think I know why people fall into voyeurism.

Muscle Orc technique is no joke. Orc cravings that exist only males explode like active volcanoes.

The groaning and screaming of the lying fairy also added to the water level.

I'm sorry to interrupt...

Boom! Tr ansl a t ed by ｊpｍtl.ｃo ｍ

You cut down the log and rushed in.

Focusing on the elf's butt while the Orc Chief is unarmed was the perfect opportunity to assassinate him.

Ku-ku? ”

Angry Black Pig Face.

But the level 387 of the Orc chieftain was not an ornament.

Like Alex did the other day, he responds very quickly to physical advantages, even though he also noticed the surprise.

Swing a rusted steel sword left nearby. T r a n s la ted by jp m t l.ｃoｍ

Clattering -

But I couldn't even hear the sound of the metal colliding.

Difference from Alex.

The Spirit Sword Endmion was a weapon of a different dimension than a 0.3 mm sharp pencil. Comparison itself is blasphemy.

Aaaaahhhh!

The Orc chief's green blood floods the interior of the barracks.

But I didn't stop.

Shallow.

I didn't have the sense to cut the bones.

Though it's clear that a Spirit Sword Endmion has excellent cutting power, the bones of a 387-level Orc are not as belly level as air.

“GuGu!"

“VuVu!"

Orcs are surprised by the sound of pig throat from the barracks.

I wanted to deal with it quietly, but I didn't have my best qualities that were perfect enough to exterminate my colleagues in the first round.

T ra ns l ate d b y Jpｍ tl.ｃoｍ Low skill grade, level, body, equipment….

Failure causes are quite complex.

I need to be stronger than I am now.

“Be my EXP! ”

Orcs pouring in from behind you have been ignored. A 300-level shaman attack is a bit threatening, but it's nothing compared to a chieftain who can recover from a quick injury.

I watched only the Orcs in front of me.

Cough.

You press your big toe heavily with your right foot one step forward, while simultaneously extending your right arm and reaching for his heart.

“Th...! ”

The Orc chieftain stumbles as he steps back to avoid it. Although it was troublesome, I definitely avoided the stabbing of my penitence.

But what's next?

There was nothing he could do.

“Tsk?! ”

Correct. There was only one.

The Orc Chief grabbed the thin ankle of a fairy who had just become friendly and pulled it in front of him.

T r ans l ate d by jpm t l.ｃoｍ Reading his simple thoughts, I burst into laughter.

“Hostage drama?”

“Fu.”

Humans and fairies make little difference to their appearance.

The majority distinguish between humans and fairies in one ear, but Orcs distinguish between humans and fairies in a sense.

But this is where the illusion comes from.

I don't smell like a human covered in Orc blood. With a mixture of pretty fairies and oak flesh, the fairy's unique odor fades.

In other words, they recognized us as their own.

I thought you'd still be able to roll your head around like an Orc.

Puk-

But that's the limit.

The sharp edges of the Spirit Sword Endmion pierce the elf's small chest. Piercing the skin full of skin bruises and wounds deep inside.

Puk-!

And you pierced it through your back to the Orc behind you.

“Gu…? ”

The Orc Chief with a knife to his neck sends me a questionable gaze. Looks like you've had some fun this way before. Tran sl ated b y jp mt l .ｃo ｍ

However,

“Hostage drama doesn't work on me. ”

The fate of the fantasy world is like dirt to me. I wasn't curious about the fairy story that went all the way to the Orc colony.

“Go, thank you--”

The elf thanked me just before he died. I don't think my partner liked it, even though he was messed up.

Thanks a little, too.

Race: Elves

Level: 892

Job: Trainer (Training EXP )

⁄ Skill: Raider S Training A, Commandant B, Gathering C Spirit D...

Status: Curse, Sprain, and Fatigue

Every fairy I meet nowadays has levels of thugs.

Gives a lot of experience.

The first time I was beaten by Alex and was praying in the royal palace. Without realizing the precious EXP Nuggets are dying.

This is why information is important.

Is it just a coincidence? ’

This trainer was similar to a kissed fairy in the black market.

Pretty fairies, 800 levels, the Devil's Curse.

We have three things in common.

The first time I walked around with all kinds of interference, I didn't even know the information of the people who had left in the early days like this.

“Hmm…. Whatever.”

I barely broke the Demon King's cripple. Isn't that enough? Digging up secrets only takes time because you get caught up in annoying things.

I only take my chances.

“Yariyali Yala-chul Yalari Yala ~ ♪”

Like this song's chorus.

“Yu Yu?"

“Orcs. Have you ever heard of a liquidation song? ”

“Yu…? ”

“How ignorant!”

You killed a 387-level chieftain Orc and a 892-level trainer fairy. And my level started going crazy again.

No matter how many Orcs came rushing in, there was no problem.

First, a level 296 shaman.

“Nails? ”

He lunges at you with his bare body, throwing a ball of fire at you from a distance. And I took the pig's head for burn treatment.

Teegurrrr...!

It also rolls well.

“Come on, guys. ”

“QuQu!"

“Kuku!”

It was supposed to end with an assassination. But the lottery (level 892 fairy) exploded and became unnecessary.

Orc colony.

Let's clear this up quickly and move on to the next stage.

“... I think I forgot something. Ah!”

I remembered.

“Brave! ”

“Help me! ”

Miscellaneous stuff surrounded by Orcs was still standing.

Even so, my fellow warrior, Ranubel, I was very surprised that the porter was still alive, howling for an unknown name.

But I didn't hate that tenacity.

“Thumbs up. Hold on. ”

I slaughtered three Orc fighters from the 200th level to the Endmion. It was not a battle with great skill.

You take the shot, I take the shot!

But I was fine, and the orc fighters dropped their heads in a rope. I feel like I'm getting stronger in real time.

It's a good flow.

“Brave! ”

Ranubel blathers for help and decides to save the porter who holds his spear tightly.

To the Orc horde that surrounded him.

I crashed, ignoring crude spears and lashes.

“Kuku ~?! ”

Cu ~? ”

In front of me, the orcs fall down like bowling pins.

I was able to feel a little at its peak. The average level of the bowling pin has dropped to 1/10.

That was enough for now.

“Thank you. You saved my life, warrior. Huff-puff..."

“... Porter. ”

“Yes.”

“Why did you endure it so badly? ”

The porter was a mortal who died right away.

He followed my instructions to charge recklessly into a colony of 5,000 Orcs.

And I didn't run away until I got here. I stayed honest.

I didn't know why.

“You freed me from the cycle of slavery. From then on, my life was yours. ”

“... that's the end? ”

“Need more reasons? Khhh... I can't stand it with my tension any longer. I'm sorry, I'm going to take a break. ”

A porter who finally lays his words to the ground.

Whether the dust enters your mouth or not, it goes straight to sleep unconsciously. Snoring and snoring.

I couldn't help but laugh.

Orcs are still swarming around.

“... he's really funny. ”

There's something I've been wanting to hear from Fairy King Sylvia. I didn't think the porter who handled it would do it by surprise.

This party, maybe a little...

“Brave! I'm out of magic! ”

“...... ”

No, the power of friendship is a hassle.

*

Hunting 5,000 Orcs is one thing. It takes 84 minutes to catch one every second.

Twenty-eight minutes with the power of friendship.

But I almost single-handedly annihilated it quickly. If they hadn't been so scared and scattered, they would have been shortened.

Kuku ~! ”

The last Orc has fallen into trouble.

I wish I could bring vengeance and mischief like a bunch of close-knit fairies, but the Orcs didn't have the least loyalty.

As soon as it is judged that there is no chance of winning, it does not look back and flee. There is no family to protect, so it is a judgment.

Sobbing...

The bodies of the Orcs have melted into the ground one by one.

Monsters born of the force of nature come together to lose their power and return to nature.

Only one remains.

It is only when the EXP does not result in natural death.

And the fairy?

“A good magical ingredient. ”

It is blasphemy to let rot away and become food for the wild animals.

If converted to the cost of maintaining the dignity of the warrior who will save humanity, she will be able to close her eyes with ease and satisfaction.

“Hey, warrior? Weren't you burying him? ”

Ranubel makes strange noises.

“Why would I? ”

“Poor dead fairy. ”

The porter suddenly wakes up, nodding in agreement.

I answered with a white cloth wrapped around the end of the spirit sword, wrapped around the body like a mummy.

“Oh, my God. You want me to use my body for something good. And, Ranubel, you are very mistaken. I'm a righteous warrior. I don't cut up women and sell them. ”

“Huh?"

“What a surprise. ”

“That's right... ”

Ranubel glances around and blurs the tip.

“Hey, are Orcs and fairies alike? You two take the body of a fairy and go back to town. And call Prince Nathus. Then the undertaker will come for the body. ”

“Ah!”

“You're a warrior! ”

Money is money, but it's a good excuse to take these junk away.

Even dragons can't beg against Orcs like this. So this is good for everyone.

“Warrior! You can't run away! ”

“I'll be waiting in town! ”

A lanubel and porter who unleashed the power of friendship at the Orc colony to satisfy their cravings.

They climb home, carrying the body of a fairy.

Looking behind them, I was frankly a little worried.

“I hope I don't bother Master Molan.... ”

It's because if it bothers you too much, you'll stumble and bite.

It hurts more than I thought, but I really don't know how to break it with that pouty body.

Anyway, I turned around with a calm mind.

Now to assassinate the dragon...

Exhausted: You said you were coming on time, right?

Oh, dear moral teacher, you're here.

All clear so far.

Preach: No! I'm afraid I've given up the life of the poor fairy too easily. There is hope as long as there is life. Life is a journey toward death, but it never means giving up.

That's a misunderstanding.

I've never given up on an elf I found in an Orc colony.

Level 892.

How do you give this up?

The moment I saw the poor woman under the excitedly black pig, I felt the attraction of a strong fate. I saw a bright future where we would soon be one.

It actually went that way.

She was a good experience.

⁄ Headache: Those who harden their hearts are said to be in misery. Those who do not find pleasure in themselves cannot enjoy joy. Cherish your new relationship. You'll find happiness you didn't know.

“A new relationship.... ”

It's hard. Let's eat dragons first!

I think it will make me happy.

Race: Chaos Dragon

⁄ Level: 999 +

Job: Defeat King (Punishment Defeat )

⁄ Skill: Chaos SS Destruction SS Forgetting SS Defeat S Poison...

Status: drowsiness, stupor, dusk

“... hmm. ”

“Chao…? ”

“Excuse me.”

The location of the Young Dragon Nest is correct. A large, volcanic-looking gravel lies flat with a black lizard on its back.

However,

“Chaooooo-!! ”

“Damn it.”

The landlord hasn't changed.

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