Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 157
High Orc (3)
“Ingan. “Why did you come here?”
Is it because I ate all my food? Or maybe his subordinates went home?
The chief’s calm voice exuded a strength that could not be felt even in loud shouts.
Dallen was able to guess the level of the chieftain.
No matter how bad you are, you are a fully mature 4th tier. Maybe even higher than that.
If we exclude the power of the Red Spear, which cannot yet be completely claimed as mine, Chief Tarum was a man of power that could be on par with him.
“A smart warrior deserves to be treated well. So I ate rice first. But usually Ingan doesn’t come this far. “If you come, it’s mainly for two reasons.”
In the dark.
The black eyes, imbued with the flickering of a bonfire, flashed purple for a split second.
“twinkle. Or a fight.”
“It’s for trade or orc hunting.”
“Yes. But I don’t think you came for the glitter. “You can understand if I doubt you.”
Dallen nodded.
High Orc leather was a highly priced item traded among nobles, especially imperial nobles who had a tendency to despise sub-races.
High oak leather is very tough and hard even without any special processing, and rarely deforms even after decades.
Although it was a good raw material that surpassed that of most monster skins, its value as a luxurious decoration was much higher than that.
‘It’s because of the High Orc’s war paint.’
War Paint is the biggest criterion that differentiates high orcs from ordinary orcs.
The white tattoos naturally engraved on the skin of High Orcs were more than enough to satisfy the twisted aesthetics of the Empire’s nobles.
In some cases, the peeled leather is hung on a wall to preserve its shape, or in some cases, several pieces are cut and tied together to make a rug to show off wealth.
In that context, the chief’s wariness was fully understandable.
Even the sub-races of this distant northern mountain valley could not completely escape the greedy hands of the nobles.
“I don’t mind hunting Mojiri Orcs. However, those who try to hunt High Orcs tear them to death. twinkle. Or fight. Which side are you on, Ingan?”
“Neither.”
Dallen put the remaining meat on his plate into his mouth and continued talking.
“I came to visit the sanctuary.”
“…Sanctuary?”
“okay. A place guarded by your warchief. “The tombs of our ancestors hidden among the high mountain peaks.”
“Hmm…”
Tarum let out a deep sigh at the unexpected answer. He drank all the remaining alcohol in his glass, scratched the back of his neck, and spoke.
“I’m sorry for the misunderstanding, Ingan. But unfortunately, visiting the sanctuary will not be easy.”
“Why? “I’m ready to prove my qualifications.”
Dallen asked. Tarum waved his hand with a bitter look on his face.
“Qualification is not the problem. “It’s already been two months since we haven’t been able to enter the sanctuary.”
“Two months?”
The warchief I know wouldn’t have done that.
Among the High Orcs, only the wisest and strongest individuals could rise to the position of warchief.
In particular, the current warchief is an excellent warrior who Daelon has been with several times in past episodes.
It was one of the completed hero NPCs who sacrificed their lives for the duty of protecting their species until the very end.
‘Rotten.’
An ominous feeling creeps up your spine.
The subtle warning from my intuition that I had experienced several times since falling to this earth made me frown without realizing it.
“You seem to know the High Orcs well. Also about the sanctuary and the warchief. That’s why they’re probably just as confused as we are.”
Tarum shook his head as if he knew what he was thinking. The wooden goblet was crushed in his large hands.
“It looks like something is wrong with Warchief Thumpa.”
***
“When I saw you came, I thought something was going to happen… but it looks like you didn’t avoid it this time either.”
Dallen slightly twitched the corner of his eye when he saw Felber laughing while kneading the clay.
“Even the old man said that? “I don’t know why everyone treats me like a cursed doll these days.”
“It sucks, but isn’t it true? Wherever you go, you show heroic deeds that go beyond common sense. That means that an adversary who goes beyond common sense will block your path wherever he goes.”
Since ancient times, the path of a hero has been arduous. Felber, muttering that and roughly shaping the shape of the clay doll, took out a small carving knife from the bag slung over his shoulder.
Crunch, crunch, crunch –
a series of almost acrobatic movements continued between the old man’s thin fingers.
Dallen suddenly turned his head and looked out the window.
Three days have passed since the dinner with the High Orc Chieftain. That night, Chief Tarum declared with a heavy expression:
‘I will convene a meeting of chieftains.’
A conference where all the High Orc chieftains of the Tooth Mountains of the world gather.
Originally, the meeting was held only once a year, but it was possible to convene it urgently in case of emergency.
Of course, in that case, the organizers of the meeting will bear a significant political burden.
‘It’s something that should have been done at some point, Ingan. The fact that you came to the sanctuary in a situation like this…maybe our ancestors intervened to make us realize the crisis facing us.’
Tarum, who seemed to be thinking a lot, let out a light sigh.
Dallen shook his head. There was nothing to think deeply about in the first place.
His purpose in coming here was not to intervene in the internal politics of the High Orcs.
“……wow.”
At that time, Akasha, in the form of a boy, fell down on Dallen’s lap.
A boy staring intently at the sight of a sculpture being created in Felber’s hands.
The small mouth opens slightly and the black eyes sparkle with interest.
Anyone who doesn’t know would not even be able to imagine that this boy is the true dragon who devastated the southern part of the continent in numerous episodes.
“Cluck cluck.”
Felber smiled kindly at that innocent look and played with his hands even more diligently.
Crunch Squeak –
The hand holding the clay doll constantly infuses magic power into the doll, and at the same time, each time the sharp carving knife passes by, pieces of clay fall down.
Clay that becomes soft enough for cutting the moment a carving knife touches it and hardens into its shape as soon as the knife passes through it.
As the mastery of the earth mage reaches his peak, it unfolds without any addition or subtraction in his hands, gradually breathing life into the blunt shape.
‘I only half-jokingly described it as recuperation, but…I guess living here is really helpful.’
The fact that he can perform the delicate task of crafting so dexterously is proof that Felber’s physical abilities have reached a significant level.
The story was that he, an archmage who had risen to the 5th rank and was looking upward, was developing a body capable of handling the enormous power in his mind.
‘…5th rank.’
A state where part of an area can be overwritten with reality.
That was the standard for identifying transcendent people who had overcome the limitations of their innate species.
Dallen thought back to the brief moment when he reached that unexplored path when the face from the cartoon and the witch of the vines clashed.
‘If I try it one more time, I think I’ll get the hang of it.’
I was sure. What’s left for him is a matter of mentality, not ability.
The minimum conditions have already been achieved a long time ago.
I recall the reverberations of that time that vaguely remain in my memory.
Watching the magic manipulation of a magician with an intellect so advanced that he can directly intervene in the timeline seems like it would be possible to revive that feeling again—
“Now. we are here.”
-Talk.
Images scattering with the statue thrown on my lap. The boy’s eyes grew a little wider.
“Are you giving it to me?”
“then. “Consider it a gift from an old man.”
“Gift…thank you!”
Akasha snatches up the clay statue with great joy. The boy ran straight into the room with the statue, as if he wanted to show off to Lucia.
Felber said, staring at the back with happy eyes.
“Don’t be impatient.”
The old man’s gaze is directed to the hallway where the boy disappeared, but it is not difficult to tell who he is speaking to.
“From the first time I saw you, your dishes were special. “Even as I gazed at the sky-high places and dealt with transcendent beings that were difficult to reach, my deep-seated composure did not waver.”
“…That sounds difficult again.”
“I’m literally telling you not to be impatient now. “For you, superimposing an image onto reality is nothing more than a process you have to go through.”
Felber’s eyebrows wrinkled up.
“Accept yourself as you are. If forming a small area is a breakthrough made by looking back on the past, then a large area that has entered the stage of opening is a strength that comes from the perspective of looking at the present reality.”
“…….”
Sigh.
Instead of answering, Dallon closed his mouth and sank deep into the chair.
The elastic wood fully supported his weight even as he screamed.
It’s impatience. It may have been like that at some point.
At first, he was filled with a sense of accomplishment in destroying the elements of the apocalypse one step ahead, but when the evil spirits began to appear in earnest, his position became the opposite.
In order to stop their waves of attacks, I ended up wandering around the continent alone.
Didn’t you set out on this journey to break it off in the first place?
Although it was important to completely block the onslaught coming toward the Tsardom, Dallen’s focus was more on building up his own power.
By retrieving the body of a warrior who collapsed a hill with a single blow that lies dormant in the High Orc’s sanctuary.
‘It’s a perspective on reality.’
The topic Felber left behind may not be completely unrelated to such a journey.
Why did you go on this journey? What do you want to achieve at the end?
The original reason and desire engraved from that starting point would still be sleeping deep in my heart.
After straightening my mind for a moment, I noticed Felber taking out another lump of clay. said the wizard.
“Would you like to have one too? “I will put special effort into making it.”
“I would appreciate it if you would.”
Squeak-squeak-
The wizard laughs lowly and begins to play with the carving knife. Dallen watched this for a while, then put down his glass and stood up.
Outside the door, he felt the presence of a High Orc warrior commander who had come to call him.
After three days, all the chiefs finally gathered.
***
The chief’s house visited after three days.
On the first floor of the stone mansion, there was a large conference room large enough to accommodate dozens of adults.
Of course, even though the conference room was as large as it was, it seemed subtly narrow when about twenty High Orcs entered.
Dallen, who represented the group as a guest, chewed the beef jerky on the table and looked around at the chiefs of each tribe.
Since the High Orcs were honest about their emotions, it was easy to understand their true feelings.
About half of the faces are calm and the other half are uncomfortable.
Some of them were so angry that they didn’t even bother to look at the various snacks piled up on the wide stone table.
“Why is this a chieftains meeting all of a sudden? Chief Tarum.”
When the clanging noise subsided, one of the High Orc chieftains sitting around the stone table stood up.
He was the one with the most distorted expression. The reason was also easy to guess.
“Isn’t there still more than half a year left until the next chieftain meeting? Did you get permission from the warchief to open it? “You’re not going to challenge the warchief, are you?”
“The Warchief was not present. Chief Chanchanbala.”
Tarum said.
“I have no intention of fighting my teacher, the Warchief. “I sent out an invitation just like you did, but three days later there has still been no response.”
“Then it’s a refusal. This is the first meeting of chieftains without a warchief. “Please tell me, Chief Tarum, what is so urgent about this matter.”
The high orc called Chanchanbala the foot lance said and sat down. Tarum nodded and continued speaking.
“This meeting was held for two agendas. One is a request from this friend sitting next to me. “He wants to visit the sanctuary of our High Orcs.”
“That’s not difficult! It is also written in the laws of our ancestors! All you have to do is eat together, win the fight against the three chieftains, and get permission from the great chieftain!”
One of the chieftains stopped tearing at the leg of an ox and stood up. A loud cry. It was the one who had a grave expression.
“Thank you, Chieftain Uldukab. However, as you know, the warchief refuses to participate in the chieftain meeting. “I wrote about this name in the invitation, but there was no response either.”
“So what do you want to talk about, Chief Tarum?”
Chanchanbala frowned. Because of the protruding fangs, the already ferocious face was distorted to look even more sinister than it should have been.
Tarum stood up with a serious expression on his face. He said.
“I believe there is a problem with the warchief’s safety.”
“This is ridiculous!”
Craddangtang!
Several of the chieftains, including Chanchanbala, kicked down their chairs and stood up. Dallen almost reflexively threw the ax while chewing the beef jerky.
‘Rotten.’
All of the High Orc chieftains here are strong men who own territories.
At first glance, it seemed like there was no one more skilled than him, but since the number of people was over 20, he had to be a little nervous.
The High Orcs’ thoughts were simple enough that even strangers could become friends with just a simple word of asking for a meal.
In other words, when you have a headache-inducing meeting like now, your hands may speak before your words.
“Everyone calm down. I follow the Warchief just as much as you do. However, being a warchief does not mean you are invincible. “Didn’t our ancestors also return to the earth and wind when they died?”
“…If you say that, I will listen to what you have to say as the candidate for the next warchief.”
The High Orcs, who were growling as if they were going to draw their weapons at any moment, gradually calmed down due to Tarum’s calm words.
It’s probably not because they’re just a simple species.
It could be said that the authority and trustworthiness of the High Orc chieftain named Tarum were highly regarded even among the chieftains.
“Thank you, Chief Chanchanbala.”
“But I cannot agree with you. The current warchief is too young to die of old age. And as long as the Warchief is in the Sanctuary, the Sanctuary Guardians guard the Warchief. “How can a warchief be dangerous?”
“That’s…”
Tarum, who was about to say something, closed his mouth. And Dallen also stopped chewing the beef jerky once more.
“…….”
A sense of crisis growing on my skin.
A sixth sense that sounds an alarm and warns of the firing line.
Kwazizig!
The moment I noticed, dozens of javelins were flying through the stone wall. Some of the chieftains skillfully drew their weapons and struck them down, but others could not.
“Aaaah!”
“It’s an attack! “It’s a fight!”
The High Orc chieftains get up from their seats. Dallen didn’t move from his seat and just focused on the sensations.
Hands draped around waist. An ax that vibrates as if asking to be thrown.
Information about the area, including the wide stone mansion with sharply raised energy, is packed into my mind.
Payoung’s magical eye, which penetrates mysteries, emits a sparkling gaze and analyzes all the information one by one along with the intelligence level that has reached the extreme.
Dozens of warriors who formed the territory broke through the border.
This is something that cannot happen under normal circumstances.
There are two ways to deceive the senses of those who do not miss even a single breath or heartbeat.
Either he is a powerful person of the 5th rank or higher with an overwhelming ability that is enough to hide all his presence – ‘
or he is a being close to an inanimate object whose presence that should be hidden as a living being is blurred or has been reconstructed using a technique that does not exist at all.’
Crumbling –
the ceiling is collapsing. A dark seal fell between them.
Even though it is clearly visible in front of you, it is a blurry presence.
Even the most basic vitality was not felt, so even to the warrior’s heightened senses, he was virtually no different from a stone or a corpse.
Boom –
the moment when everyone in the conference hall focused their attention on the dark body that landed on the stone table.
Hissing- Kwasik!
The smooth-finished handle of the ax protruded between its eyes, and at the same time, it fell backwards as if it had pulled the strings of a puppet.
Coogung!
A large body that broke the stone table and fell down.
It is huge, well over 3 meters tall, and has a shape that closely resembles a High Orc.
The chieftains’ eyes widened as they saw the extensive tattoos, with only traces remaining on the black colored skin.
Tarum drew his sword and shouted.
“…Sanctuary Guardian! The Warchief attacked us!”
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