Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga - Chapter 311

Orc Krungen Kava claimed to be a tough warrior. Many of the orcs who had disputed that claim so far had their skulls split by the Kaba’s axe, so it wasn’t particularly wrong.

His bravery and strength were recognized by the tribe, and as a result, Kaba joined a search team of five looking for Kakula Vashem, the youngest son of the great chieftain Kakula, who did not return for more than a day. It wasn’t particularly difficult or scary to go looking for the chieftain’s crazy son, but Kaba couldn’t help but be dissatisfied.

It was too cold in this unknown land and the mere departure from the fire was irritating.

“It’s like bloody white dirt. I can’t get used to it at all.”

It wasn’t the first time I’ve seen it at all because there is winter in the prairie, but it wasn’t like this. Dirt from the sky pouring down to the extent that the whole world turns white? The shamans made a fuss about Chief Kakula, saying it was an omen that he would walk the path of the warchief, but Kava was reluctant to the bitter cold and white soil.

It makes the body cold with the theme of melting and disappearing when touched. As if to make it into a cold corpse.

“Tough Kava! I can’t find a trace!”

Kaba’s expression became even more distorted at the words shouted by an orc from the same search team. It was the second reason he hated the cursed white soil of this land. The white dirt pouring down like it would swallow up the world swallowed up all footprints and traces.

“There’s no choice! I have no choice but to find the trees that were axed.”

“Isn’t he dead anyway? It’s because Vashem is weak. Why do we have to suffer?”

Kaba pondered for a moment whether to smash one of the orc’s fangs or leave it alone.

It wasn’t wrong to be honest, but Vashem was the only man the chief Kakula finally got after seeing ten daughters and not giving up. No matter how stupid and weak they are, they have no choice but to save them. Even if it was him, it was clear that he would not have been able to get away with it.

Kaba, who judged that, quickly swung his fist and shattered one of the orc’s fangs.

“It’s a weak coward or swearing behind your back, Quan! If you have any complaints, run to Kakula and swing your ax at the risk of your soul!”

“Keuheuk! Kaba is right. I went out of my mind for a moment.”

“It’s all because of the white soil. It makes the body cold like a corpse, so the soul of the warrior keeps escaping from the body, and it makes you do things that are not like Orcs. You have to be alert!”

The orc called Quan shook his head and concentrated on the search, as if he had gained a great realization at Kaba’s words, despite being suddenly punched. Fortunately, the words spoken by the Kaba had an effect. When the orcs thought complaints would come out of their mouths, they were hurriedly surprised and swung their axes as hard as they could to get heat out of their bodies.

Eventually, the intention of the act changed to a strange form of being stronger while searching, and it developed to the level of wielding an axe. Seeing that, Kaba was very satisfied.

The search, which had been going on since morning, showed no signs of ending, and was only finally finished when the sun went down and a short sunset began to set.

It could have been done faster if they had done less axe, but to the orcs, such an assumption was meaningless. It was obvious that Vashem was dead anyway, so it was important that the meaningless time spent searching for the body was worthwhile.

However, after finding the corpse of a fellow countryman, the atmosphere could not help but sink.

“Kaba. Vasyada.”

“…dead.”

Needless to say, he was definitely dead. Kaba sighed deeply in front of Vashem’s corpse, which was not even dead, but was cold and blue with its tongue sticking out like a frog.

“Father of the Prairie…”

I wasn’t praying to God. It was only lamentation because it was so obvious how Chief Kakula would react to Vashem’s death.

Even dying in such a pitiful way? How can you say that he is the youngest son of the great chieftain Kakula?

“Even though the two of them attacked together, they died. They are strong enemies.”

Hearing what Quan said while examining the corpse, it was indeed so. Even though Vashem was an orc who was not good at his job, the skills of the orcs who were attached to him were useful. Kava was at least a little relieved that Vashem, a rotten orc, fought alongside one of them and lost.

“Still, you must have fought a battle that was not ashamed of your ancestors in the Sky Steppe.”

But that frog-like tongue was a problem. First of all, I approached to take Vashem’s corpse and pushed my tongue back into my mouth, but I didn’t know how to go in and it came out again.

“Keuk, it’s worse than a dead frog. If Kakula sees this, the blood will spurt upside down and he may collapse.”

“It doesn’t even go in well. What’s wrong with Kava?”

It was a real challenge. Even if I tried to put it back in my mouth somehow, it was meaningless if it popped out again after carrying it. All five orcs put their heads together and grunted, but suddenly, as if something came to mind, Quan jumped up and took something out of his waistband.

Unlike the strong and stylish ax of the Orcs, it was an infinitely small and weak human weapon.

“Kaba! I have a small knife that humans use! How about cutting your tongue with this?”

“Are you a shaman?! Smart!”

Amid the thunderous applause and admiration of the four orcs, Quan cheerfully passed the dagger to Kaba. Taking the dagger, Kaba pondered for a moment on how far to cut it, then decided to open his mouth as much as possible and cut the tongue deep into it.

It was obvious that Kakula would be angry in a different way if something halfway cut came out.

“Um! Very good. I never thought a weak weapon of humans would be used like this!”

Everyone nodded and agreed to the magical sight of a dead frog turning into a dead orc simply by cutting off its tongue and closing its upturned eyes. Satisfactorily returning the dagger to Quan, Kaba personally carried Vashem’s corpse on his way back.

Thanks to the heavy corpse, heat rose spontaneously from the body, and sweat was pouring out. It felt as if the dead were faking the death that was about to come to them.

Kaba, admiring his own wit, walked happily and returned to the village at a much faster pace than he had come. However, as distance is distance, their arrival did not come until dawn.

Fortunately, I didn’t have to wake Chief Kakula. As if he had already guessed everything, he solemnly sat in front of the fire and waited for them.

“Kuaaaa! Vasyaaaaa!!”

Vashem’s mother, who was next to her, burst into tears and screams as soon as she saw the corpse. Kaba laid down Vashem’s corpse and looked at Kakula, and the great old orc slowly rose to his feet with the dignity of a chieftain and approached Kaba.

“How was it?”

“We five orcs checked the battlefield. Vashm’s companion, Bullak, was killed by an enemy strong enough to fight alongside him. Vashem would have met his ancestors in the steppes of the sky.”

The orcs, who had been awake, pounded their hearts at Kaba’s words, and Kakula quietly closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh.

Kaba could feel the anger of the old orc there, not sadness. Kakula nodded and walked over to his sobbing wife, cradling Vashem’s corpse.

“Get out of the way, Rusla.”

Rusla, Vashem’s mother and Kakula’s eighth wife, obediently moved away, unable to stop crying. Then Kakula approached Vashem, who was lying on the floor, and began to examine him closely.

When he rose again in the long silence, Kava felt the illusion that Kakula had doubled in size.

“Listen, children of the prairie!”

All the orcs listened. Even Rusla cried silently to avoid being disturbed by the chieftain. Kakula, who looked at the scene for a moment, looked around the orcs again and continued.

“When I entered this land following the prophecies of the shamans and encountered the ancient mysteries, I remember that many of the steppe children were killed by the horned humans who were present here. Many of the children who went out to scout also died! This death is just one of them. But!”

Kakula slowly bent down and carefully lifted Vashem’s corpse with both arms. At that moment, the patriarch had the face of his father. There was sadness, not solemnity.

“Vasya, who fought valiantly, could not boast of his fight to his ancestors even if he went to the steppes of the sky! For fear that our ancestors would find out about their weakness, the despicable people cut off his tongue!”

A murmur arose and Kaba looked around at the orcs with whom he had scouted with a bewildered expression.

They also had the same expression as Kaba. But there was no anxiety or embarrassment there. They had only one thought in common.

did that happen? When I die, I must protect my tongue and die.

“I thought that the children who had died until now were just weak! But I thought that it was enough because they died fighting! But if the children who died in this cold, white, soil-filled land met their ancestors like my son, with their tongues cut out and unable to speak! This is wrong!”

“Cowardly people who don’t know honor! We have to kill them all!”

“Kill the chieftain! It’s war!”

At Kakula’s cry, the orcs screamed and pounded their chests. The five orcs looked at each other, nodded silently, and groaned and pounded their chests like the others.

After all, Vashem’s tongue was intact when he died, so he could brag about his battles to his ancestors. Although Kakula was mistaken, it was said that the war started thanks to that, so the good was the good.

“War! War!”

Hearing the cheers of the Orcs, Kava thought.

‘Banpun, who was a waste of the chieftain’s blood, died and gave me a present.’

Vashem became a good orc who gave the gift of war, even if he was half penniless.

“Use the village of humans you discovered as an example! Shamans, tell the gods about this and receive blessings! Attack as soon as the ceremony is over!”

“Kuaaa!”

The roar of the orcs resounded in a scene where Eldmia would have closed her eyes, saying that they were savage and ignorant fools in the world.