54 – Scar-8

The green wave had never felt so menacing.

The swollen green flesh was moving, stepping on and stepping on the meadow. It is a hideous lump like a boil rising from the ground.

“come.”

Until last night, they had been building barriers and traps, but looking at that huge group of orcs, they seemed to be far from lacking.

“It’s more than I thought…”

The maid, no, the adventurer who lost his leg swallowed his saliva.

The atmosphere of the adventurers who were confident in their skills was not good, so the morale of the conscripts fell to the bottom.

“Keep your position! If you scatter, you will die! Don’t fall next to the wooden fence!”

The lord screamed loudly, but his voice was mixed with anxiety.

Formation is a rather harsh structure. Farmers, blacksmiths, and innkeepers who have nothing have to hold their spears and defend their positions against gigantic monsters.

However, if the ranks are broken and people are scattered for fear of death, everyone will die in the end. Too little and too many people are given too much responsibility.

At least, the adventurer who lost his leg seemed a little happy to be able to reunite with his former party members. Perhaps that immature-looking man is her lover.

After waiting for a while, a messenger from the main unit came running urgently.

“They tell you to lure them in!”

Nerwen heard those words, climbed up on the platform, and aimed an arrow at the huge group of orcs.

“Okay. Get ready.”

Elves hated crowds, and I didn’t like fighting alongside Nerwen either.

However, the situation was not good enough to put personal likes and dislikes at the forefront.

No matter how much I didn’t like the smell of humans, Nerwen had to be put on the battlefield, and I didn’t have the confidence to deal with an unexpected situation when I put Nerwen away.

“Still, it’s fortunate that there’s a real elf archer. You’d have to use a detached unit to bring it in.”

“A real elven archer?”

The adventurer who lost his leg seemed to know more than he thought, and excitedly chatted.

“I heard from an elf I knew before, and even among elves, warriors are rarer than I thought. Since they live so long, the archery skills learned by landscapers and tailors are amazing, but…”

“It’s said to be a great warrior, so it must be strong. At least, it will hold out until the arrows piled up over there are gone.”

Her condition was also precarious. Digging tree branches all night long to make arrows was a task that no one could help, no matter who tried.

However, even at a glance, the number of orcs is incomparable to arrows. The situation was not good.

“First shot, I’ll do it.”

Enerel, who climbed onto the wooden platform prepared yesterday, was helping people’s morale without knowing it.

Although elves are noble, there were many who evaluated them as calculating and cowardly. It was an unavoidable difference in perception.

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Just as even people who love cats don’t think cat life equals human life, even a good elf prioritizes the life of an elf in a dangerous situation. Usually, your own life.

So just the presence of an elf on this battlefield, who refused to do such a selfish and dangerous thing, made people feel that they had a chance.

Or, I felt comforted by seeing her beautiful appearance standing on a little higher place.

“Goes.”

Nerwen’s arrow split the wind. Her thin stinger went into a huge green boil on the ground.

The first arrow made no difference. But from the look on her face, she must have hit that arrow as well.

She fired the second and third arrows without flinching. When the sixth arrow was fired, the huge group trembled.

Slowly, a huge roar grew.

“Uh, uh, kuwaaa!!!”

I was familiar with the shouting, but I had never stood face-to-face in front of a crowd like that.

The earth thumps. Green chunks of flesh sway irregularly, then gradually come this way.

“Kuaaa!!!”

Slowly the sound of footsteps came closer, and the sound of my heart grew louder. When I saw the orc’s hideously distorted features, I drew out the holy sword and held it with both hands.

A fight has begun.

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“What is it? I don’t have much time, so just say your business briefly and leave.”

It was an arrogant statement, but the nobles who entered the workshop of this small wizard had to be satisfied with this.

In the first place, she did not easily allow nobles to visit. We had to be satisfied with being able to see each other face to face.

“I’m here to discuss the hero.”

“That’s natural, and I mean talk about it.”

But the wizard’s eyes were not on them. Its fern-like hands were constantly kneading magic ingredients, muttering incantations from its clenched mouth whenever the conversation stopped.

“Of course, the Archmage didn’t know about this.”

“okay.”

“The Emperor…is good at ruse, so I think it can’t be helped. Who would have known? No one would have thought that he would imprison a real hero and steal his power.”

“You’re talking nonsense.”

The nobleman’s face frowned slightly.

“You mean to cooperate? Doesn’t that mean that you need my strength to put pressure on the emperor and the princess?”

“Yes, yes.”

The magician calculates the profit and loss. If it is not a field of interest to you, many other things are dismissed as ‘trivial things’.

Naturally, he had no choice but to have a closer relationship with the aristocratic faction than with the imperial faction.

Those who needed the conspiracy of the magicians were those who plotted heinous schemes, and those who were more financially wealthy were those who did not follow the tax rates and rules set by the emperor.

It took a lot of time, battles, cooperation, and cooperation for Eleanor and Farseer to become friends. It was only natural that the nobles recognized the Farsi as their allies.

“Hold.”

“…Yes? Now is your chance. As long as the Emperor is alive, an incident like this will never happen again!”

The emperor was a thorn in the side of many nobles, but he was wise and cunning enough to antagonize them and maintain state affairs.

He always used the great cause as a shield to manage the nobles, and he generously gave nobles to commoners if he made a contribution, and he was friendly with adventurers and merchants.

However, in this case it was a little different. The emperor did not give a cool explanation, and the nobles were free to spread bad rumors.

While morality is damaged, the weapon cannot be wielded.

“What’s your goal? Tax rights? Early night rights?”

“Right now, it’s both.”

The tax inspectorate dispatched by the emperor was hated by nobles. Because he controlled the nobles so that they could not collect more taxes than necessary.

The first night right was rarely exercised in practice. The lord could embrace much cleaner and more beautiful prostitutes if he wanted to, and it was rare for nobles to embrace rural women in the countryside.

But symbolically, it was a system like a sign of aristocratic authority. It symbolizes that you can hug lowly women if you put your mind to it.

“Okay. I don’t want to care what you guys do, but I have to be careful with my actions now…”

“If only you would condemn the princess with us…”

“Don’t expect my help.”

“why…”

“I’ve lost my confidence. I don’t want to act on my own.”

The timid Farseer’s voice was quite different from the ruthless and competent Farseer they knew.

The little wizard, as if there was something really urgent, spurred out after saying that. The nobles couldn’t figure out why she changed like this until the end.

/////

The momentum is different.

I had faced a group of monsters near the capital, but it was a loser.

They weren’t different orcs, so it wasn’t particularly tense. When he swung the holy sword, his flesh was cut off, and he was able to block it without a huge glaive problem.

It was fine right now. There were also adventurers who collapsed, but the battle was maintained right now.

“Suck!”

However, the main unit where the soldiers were deployed was more dangerous. It would be better if it was a unit organized as a standing army, but it is an improvised army made by scraping together the elderly and the disabled.

A person fell, and another person filled in behind him. Fear welled up in people’s eyes as the battle lines fell.

“You’re holding up well! Don’t give up!”

The reason that no soldiers had escaped yet was probably because of the wolves of the orcs spreading out on both sides.

The wolves aiming at the flanks, emitting ferocious howls, gave authority to the lord’s words, ‘If you try to escape, you will die.’

However, the war situation was not good. are being surrounded

Even if I took the lead and wiped out as many orcs as possible, the sword had its limits. Even if it took only a few seconds to slash an orc pushing with all its might, the sound of music could be heard from around.

“Enerel! Watch out, it’s coming!”

Nerwen urgently called me. I, who was cutting down an orc, shouted in an annoyed voice.

“What the hell are you talking about! First of all, if there’s a dangerous guy, you’ll have to deal with it!”

Nerwen is an archer who participated in the demon lord extermination party. Even if he lost some of the blessings he received in the process, he was not one to be embarrassed by orcs.

Unless the number of arrows was insufficient or the strength to pull the bowstring was insufficient, there was no way that there was an orc that could not be killed with a single shot.

“There is. The guy we worried about, the real one is coming! Arrows are pouring in, but this bastard, even if he gets hit…”

Before she finished speaking, I was able to confirm the reality.

A monster twice the size of a normal orc stood in front of him. There were three arrows stuck in his neck, but he was moving casually.

Its green body was full of muscle, and it swelled wilder and more savagely every time the monster strained it.

“Kuuuuuu!!!”

A factor that could increase the number of orcs, a legionnaire level demon filled with demonic energy.

The Oak Road was in front of him.