Praise the Orc! Chapter 184:


Chapter 184 – The Last Fire (2)

“I didn’t know that ‘Slayer Maker’ would come here . ” Rastad, the old dwarf guarding the last forge, laughed while stroking his long beard .  “Is Solardo of the Golden Anvil Clan doing well?”

“He is hitting the iron like before . ”

“Solardo allowed you to come here?”

“……”

Zakiro smiled, “That’s right . I came on my own . ”

“I see .  Any young blacksmith will come here at least once . And the Slayer Maker is qualified enough . ”

“You’re overpraising me . ”

“I’ve seen the Wizard Slayer that you created . ”

Kang! Kang!

Rastad looked at the place where the sound came from .  In one corner, a dwarf was hammering on iron . The heated piece of iron was struck by the hammer and slowly changed shaped . Then the hammering sped up .

“It is a quick and fast sword . ”

“A big weapon isn’t needed to kill a magician . ”

“That’s right . It was excellent . Who is using the sword now?”

“I don’t know . ”

“You truly resemble Solardo . ” Rastad smiled bitterly .  “Wizard Slayer is now in the hands of a lunatic who hates magicians . Numerous innocent magicians have died at his hand . ”

“Is that so?” Zakiro shrugged .  “It has nothing to do with me . ”

“You truly are Solardo’s clan member . ” Rastad laughed out loud .  “Yes, Slayer Maker . What monster will you make at the last forge here? This time, will it be an ogre slayer?”

“I already created that . ”

“Huh, I see . It is a weapon against ogres, but the owner will surely suffer . ”

Zakiro shrugged at Rastad’s words .  He’d met the orc warrior who used Ogre Slayer and seen him kill an ogre easily . The greatsword was too big, but when it entered the orc’s hands, it felt like it had been made for him .

Zakiro smiled, “Since you’ve completed Ogre Slayer, is it now a dragon slayer?”

“Dragon Slayer…”

Dragons were an invisible and forgotten species . At one time, they flew over mountains and valleys regularly, but now people never saw them .  Some said that they were all dead, while others said they were hidden somewhere .  However, one thing was certain, which was that the dragons wouldn’t regain their former glory .

“My sword would lose if I make such a thing . ”

“Indeed, it is impossible to use a sword to fight against a dragon . Then what about a second version of Ogre Slayer? There is trouble with ogres in this area . ”

“I’m not sure . ” Zakiro’s face darkened .  “I will think about it . ”

He had left the Golden Anvil Clan because of this .

Zakiro surpassed the level of young craftsmen . At a young age, he had already become a top blacksmith, and his Slayer series were masterpieces which everyone wanted . Many warriors and knights had asked him to make weapons for them .

However, now, he didn’t have a blueprint for the next piece .  He didn’t have an image which made him want to work the metal enthusiastically .  In the old days, the true face hidden in the iron had been visible .  But there was nothing now . He had broken several attempts and beat the iron only to melt it again . So, his slump had become prolonged .

“You are young . ” Rastad tapped his shoulder .  “Don’t be in a rush . Stay and think slowly . You can stay in the blacksmith’s quarters . ”

“Thank you . ”

“This is the last forge, a place where you can beat iron as long as the sun shines . Hahaha . I guess I should look at that person . ”

Rastad approached the blacksmith who was hammering the iron .  The blacksmith was a dwarf younger than Zakiro . He didn’t have the skills, but he had a passion for hammering iron .  Zakiro watched them for a while before leaving the last forge .

The dwarf who was the sun god’s priest saw him and bowed . Zakiro greeted him politely as well .

 

***

By the time he left the temple of the sun god, it was dark .  Geherad was quiet . There were occasional raucous sounds from the pubs, but most of the buildings had turned off their lights .  It was a land of the temple of the sun **** . They slept early and looked forward to the sunrise, rather than staying up at night .

At that moment…

Chaeng!

Zakiro heard a noise .  He turned around .  As a blacksmith, it was a sound which was impossible for him not to know .  It was the sound of weapons hitting each other . A battle was occurring somewhere, and the sound of the metal was strangely familiar .

He had heard that sound many times over the past few days .  It was the sound of Ogre Slayer smashing monsters .  Crockta was fighting .

Zakiro started running .  The sound was coming from a corner of Geherad, where people rarely went . It was dark, but he ran using the light of the moon and the sound .  As Zakiro approached, iron flashed in the darkness .

“……!”

A group of people was surrounding Crockta and a man . The two of them were exchanging blows .  Zakiro moved closer and saw Tiyo and Anor, who spotted him and waved .

He stood next to them .  “What is this…?”

“Strange guys picked a fight with us dot . ” Tiyo explained, “They said we would be punished according to a divine message… Strange guys dot . ”

“……!”

Zakiro knew about the divine message . All the gods wanted Crockta and the orcs to die .  These people were probably fanatical followers of the gods . To them, the commands of the gods were absolute .

Indeed, the group of hooded men holding weapons was watching Crockta and the man fight, as if it was a sacred ceremony .

“Great dot . Being able to fight against Crockta…” Tiyo muttered .

However, Zakiro couldn’t tell . His vision had adapted to the darkness to some extent, but their swords were moving too quickly for him to see .  Every time a light flashed, someone received damage and stepped back .

Crockta, the person who conquered the north and obstructed the empire… He had killed the crazy chieftain in the north and defeated the empire’s genius, Adandator .  However, a nameless fanatic was matching him in the fight .

The two chose to catch their breath for a moment .  Crockta stared at the man, and suspicions about the opponent filled his eyes .  It was an expression which showed the fight wasn’t going according to his will .

Zakiro followed Crockta’s gaze towards the opponent . The hood was torn, so the opponent’s face was revealed . It was a middle-aged man . He looked at Crockta with a calm expression .

Then he declared, “You can’t resist the power of the gods . Accept your fate, Crockta . ”

It was at this moment that Zakiro realized something .  There was a faint light coming from the man’s sword .  Magic swords were able to exert such power . However, Zakiro saw that it wasn’t a magic sword .

God’s soldier…

Crockta’s opponent wasn’t a warrior who was good at the sword .  However, he had the power of a **** itself .  A god’s power was coming down to the man through that sword . It wasn’t the god’s full power as there were constraints about using divine power against mortals . However, this was enough to aim at Crockta’s neck .

The man wielded his sword again .  A light flashed .

Kaaang!

Crockta blocked the sword with Ogre Slayer .  Then he stepped back .

“Ugh . ”

“In the name of the gods!”

Kakang!

Zakiro could see it .  Crockta’s sword, Ogre Slayer, was shaking .  Zakiro was a blacksmith, a master who heard the voice of the iron and the sword .  Just like how a warrior saw the paths through the opponent’s gap in order to kill them, Zakiro had an eye for seeing through metals and weapons .

In his eyes, Ogre Slayer looked like a boxer who barely blocked the punch .

It had won many fights but hadn’t healed properly, causing the wounds to accumulate . Its broken bones set wrong, and its wounds filled with pus . A punch to the head caused damage which would make the hands shake .

However, nevertheless, Ogre Slayer still looked straight at the opponent .  This was a fight, and the opponent was still in the ring .  A fighter who wouldn’t collapse when weak… That was Ogre Slayer .  And Zakiro was the father who had made Ogre Slayer .

“Bul’tar──────!”

Crockta’s roar shook Geherad…

And Crockta’s speed increased .

The man stepped back from Crockta’s power .  An unknown swordsmanship was being used with Zakiro’s sword as Ogre Slayer implemented an unknown power .  The man’s sword bounced off, and Ogre Slayer aimed towards the gap .

However, it was blocked .  This was the god’s power .  Opportunities were equally given to both sides .  The enemy’s attack flew when Crockta’s blow was deflected towards the ground . The sword had a white haze around it .

Then Crockta raised Ogre Slayer .

Kaaaang!

At that moment, Zakiro thought that Ogre Slayer would break .  However, it managed to hold on .  Crockta blocked the attack and kicked the man’s elbow . The sword was momentarily lowered . Then Crockta turned and swung his greatsword at the man .

It seemed like this fight was over .  However, the man’s sword swung around in the air, as if a thread was tied to it . Then it moved into a position to stop Crockta’s sword .  The man grabbed his sword and inserted strength into his legs .

Kwaaaaang!

Once again, the two swords collided .  The man was pushed back .  It was a power struggle .  The dim light from the man’s sword enlarged to cover his body, and his eyes shone white . The god’s power was encroaching on his body .

His sword became faster . It aimed at Crockta from every direction . Thanks to the gods, the man’s attacks were swift and powerful .

“……!”

However, Crockta’s Ogre Slayer defended against all attacks . It endured, and the reaction was marvelous .  Crockta was really one with the sword .

“Is that really my sword…?” Zakiro muttered .

It was beautiful swordsmanship .  However, it wasn’t beautiful due to smooth movements or gentle curves… But because the sword and owner were one .  All types of movements were completed with the big greatsword .  Zakiro couldn’t tell if Crockta was leading the sword, or if the sword was leading him . The sword was connected to Crockta, and they moved as one .

Then Crockta hit his opponent’s abdomen .

“Cough!”

Crockta immediately swung the greatsword at his opponent .

Kakang!

The enemy’s sword flew through the air . It rolled across the ground and stopped at Zakiro’s feet .  The dim light faded, and it became dark .  The **** left .  Zakiro picked up the sword . It wasn’t a bad sword, but it wasn’t superb craftsmanship . It was just a fairly decent sword .

He raised his head and looked at Crockta and the man .  Crockta’s greatsword was pointed at the man’s neck . The man slowly opened his eyes . He saw Crockta and the sword pointed at his neck . He didn’t know what to do .

“Tell me about the divine message . ” Crockta demanded .

The man mumbled something .

Zakiro felt something strange while watching the scene .  The man wasn’t a great warrior… He was just a fanatic . His sword wasn’t exceptional… It was just a decent sword .  He was like a grain of sword compared to Crockta, a orc  with a proper sword .

However, when the man used the power of the gods, he could fight against the ‘Northern Conqueror . ’ This was the power of the gods .  Crockta won now, but he would eventually fall . All the gods wanted his death .

What if this power was used on a stronger person with a better sword?

Crockta and Ogre Slayer… The beautiful dance of the two would end soon .  It was inevitable .  After all, it wasn’t an ogre they were facing .  The gods… No matter how good Ogre Slayer was, it couldn’t kill a **** .  However…

“I want to keep watching . ”

As long as the sun still blazed, the last forge wouldn’t turn off .  Likewise, Zakiro hoped that the beautiful combination of Crockta and Ogre Slayer wouldn’t end .  The sword he made was more than a sword, and the harmony with its owner was a miracle he wanted to last forever .

Zakiro wanted to do it .  

“This is also destiny . ”

A warrior had to fight .  For a warrior to survive, he must kill without dying… And in order to kill, he needed a weapon that could kill .


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