Praise the Orc! Chapter 31:
Chapter 31 – Plains Rescue (2)
Yurin looked at the sky . It was almost dark .
She had lost track of time as she hunted the triters with her bow . It had been a while since she had been so immersed in a hunt . After checking her status window, she saw that she had gained one level, and that one of her skills was upgraded .
The corpses of the triters were all around her . It was a scene made by only two people, Yurin and the orc .
She couldn’t see where the orc had gone . She felt regret for some reason .
It was too late to return to Arnin . However, the orc appeared again, walking from the direction of Arnin . He was carrying a bag full of something . The orc placed the bag down on the ground . Then he dug a pit and started making a campfire .
“……”
A campfire was created on the plains at dusk . After the fire was created, the orc started to pull things out of the bag . Some fighting aids such as potions and bandages emerged, as well as several bottles of alcohol .
He had probably obtained them from the merchants coming to Arnin . The orc, who was preparing something, suddenly raised his big sword . The light of the campfire reflected off the blade of the sword .
He used the greatsword to dismantle the bodies of the triters on the ground . It was rapid work . The big meat was then placed on a tree branch . At the end, he laid it on top of the campfire .
“……!”
Triter grilled skewers! The orc beckoned, as if he had felt Yurin’s eyes . Yurin walked up to the campfire . The orc made another skewer and handed it to here . It was big and heavy in her hands . Yurin took the skewer and sat opposite to the orc .
The orc was silent . He just quietly stared at the campfire . Yurin’s heart eased . She felt an unknown sense of comfort from the orc . She didn’t have to force herself to maintain a conversation like she did with others . She just enjoyed this serene moment .
Yurin let out a long sigh as she looked up at the sky . There were countless stars in the sky . It was a beautiful night sky that could never be seen in South Korea, where she lived in reality . The stars shining over the plains, the sound of a campfire, and the fragrant smell of meat .
She just enjoyed the comfort of this moment . Her mind became calm .
Suddenly, the orc gave her something .
“……?”
It was alcohol . Yurin accepted it . The orc picked up another bottle from the ground and took a sip .
“……!”
She had seen this scene a lot somewhere .
Yes, the Western films . On the screen, the wild and violent western troops would exchange meat and alcohol silently in the wilderness . Yurin felt like she had become a gunman who met a barbarian or a ghastly outlaw in the wilderness . The other person was a bad person, but they fought together and a subtle friendship was formed!
Yurin drank heavily at the thought, the hot liquid flowing down her throat . She wiped her mouth with her sleeve .
The orc nodded and gave her another bottle of alcohol . Yurin and the orc drank from the alcohol bottles .
The triter meat was cooked . The orc and Yurin bit into it . It was a little chewy, but she didn’t care . They were now the outlaws of the plains who were chewing on triter meat . Was this why other users fell into role-playing? Yurin felt free . She squeezed the oil out and ate the meat .
The moon shone over the dead bodies of the triters around them .
Meanwhile, Yurin and the orc continued to drink . They became quite tipsy . Yurin and the orc didn’t talk in words . Just tapping the bottles against each other was enough . Everything was clear with alcohol .
It was at that moment . There was the sound of footsteps and people talking .
Yurin frowned . Somehow, she felt like they were intruding on this historic time .
“I have to work hard to build up my reputation in Arnin . ”
“Isn’t it night time?”
“Just do it . Perhaps there is a skill that will brighten up the night sky . ”
Based on the dialogue, they were users .
It felt like they were roles designed to crash this well-formed stage . It was like a loud alarm making a dissonant sound that ruined the music the best orchestra was playing .
She didn’t want to talk about hunting with them or what their levels and skills were . Yurin was tired of playing the hard game without being able to look forward . At that moment, she just wanted to stay in the world that she had made with the orc .
Yurin pulled out a cloth cap from her bag . It was to hide the mark on her forehead . The orc looked at her but Yurin just smiled .
They both raised the bottles again . The sound of footsteps was getting closer .
“Eh…? Fire?”
Instead of turning around, she took a swig from the bottle and swallowed the alcohol . Then she chewed on the triter meat .
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The dwarf user Gilliam came to Arnin to meet his friend, the human user Puri, only to be denied entry . People from other species said that he should build up his reputation to enter Arnin . Most of them headed to the north of Arnin to hunt the triters .
Despite it being night, Gilliam led Puri towards the plains .
He only saw the tough blacksmiths and warriors in the dwarf villages, so he wanted to see the beautiful city of the elves . Even the cold guard was like a beauty from a photograph . Once he got inside, many beautiful people would be moving around .
With these expectations, he tried to quickly hunt the triters . However, the plains were calm . He couldn’t see any signs of the triters that were constantly eating plants every day . There was just the light of a fire from a corner of the plains .
“Eh…? Fire?”
Gilliam and Puri walked towards the fire . Some users or NPCs seemed to be camping . They wanted to ask about the triters .
However, Gilliam and Puri gradually fell silent as they approached the campfire . It was because they quickly realized . The ridges in the darkness that they thought were rocks, actually weren’t rocks . It was the corpses of the triters that were scattered around the campfire . Numerous triters were dead . There was also the rotten smell of blood .
Gilliam and Puri looked at each other . Signs of anxiety were clearly evident . All of the corpses of the triters were divided into parts or riddled with holes, so mangled that they couldn’t be recognized . It was a disastrous scene . How long had these people been killing to slaughter so many triters?
They guessed that the owners of the campfire were the cause . They wanted to step back, but a strong curiosity prompted them to identity the faintly visible people . They drew closer to the campfire .
“……!”
Gilliam and Puri stopped . The first thing they saw was the menacing face of an orc . An orc warrior with full body and face tattoos! He raised an alcohol bottle with a cavalier expression as a way to greet the visitors .
The second person had their backs to Gillam and Puri, so they couldn’t see them clearly . A female with long hair . She turned her head to look at them . She was a beautiful female elf .
But the atmosphere around her was different from the other elves they knew . Her idle eyes seemed like they could slaughter someone at any minute . The elf drank with a bottle in one hand and a huge meat skewer in the other, regardless of the visitors . The sight of a beauty wiping the alcohol with her sleeve!
She turned towards the campfire again like she wasn’t interested in them . Gilliam and Puri didn’t know what to do . The elf opened her mouth .
“Are you going to just stand there?”
It was a delicate yet decadent voice . It was seductive but also filled with an unknown killing intent . The voice also seemed like a warning . A warning for them not to sit down!
If they were given an opportunity to nickname her, they would call her this . Venomous spider! The black widow spider who was seductive but would ultimately lead men to their destruction!
“W-We are just passing by…”
“Sit . ”
Thanks to her, they sat quietly at the campfire .
Gilliam and Puri sat down and watched . The orc and elf drank from the bottles again without worrying about them . Were these two truly the ones who massacred the triters?
Gilliam couldn’t suppress his curiosity and asked .
“Many triters were killed . ”
“……”
“It stinks of blood here . Are you skilled?”
At the mention of the **** smell, the orc warrior Crockta sniffed . He didn’t smell anything . He breathed deeply like he was holding his breath . He had spent all day on the plains so he couldn’t smell the blood anymore . Instead, there was only the smell of cooked triter meat .
The triter meat was from the very first triter who mocked Crockta on the plains . It dared to laugh at him, but in the end, it became his meal . Crockta smiled as he thought about it .
“……!”
Gilliam and Puri were astonished .
The devilish orc had taken a deep breath at the mention of the **** smell and then smiled! He was satisfied with the feast of blood that he had created . He smelled blood and smiled happily! He was a natural killer who was born to shed blood or a natural assassin .
They started to think that sitting here was a mistake .
Puri tried to change the atmosphere by talking to the elf next to him .
“You must have suffered to catch so many of these guys . Isn’t that right? Wasn’t it hard, Elf? Hahaha…ha . ”
The elf Yurin stared at Puri with a mocking attitude . She was normally timid and dismissed by other users . When she made a mistake, they tried to teach her .
But behold, she hid that she was a user and they spoke so politely to her . They were acting like they couldn’t be rude to Yurin . Yurin couldn’t help smiling . This was why people looked for something different when role-playing . Such a minor change made such a big difference .
“……!”
Gilliam and Puri were shocked again .
The elf smiled at the memories, like she was saying that hunting so many triters wasn’t that hard! It was obvious that this elf was in a state of ecstasy as she recalled the scene of slaughter . Was this woman really so happy about slaughtering the triters? This was like the blood madness that was the symbol of psychopaths . If she was a real person, then she would be a serial killer worse than Jack the Ripper!
Gilliam and Puri looked at each other and started to shake .
They met demons while trying to hunt triters . The triters, who already encountered these demons, were cold corpses . That would also be their fate!
“That, we…”
Gilliam and Puri got up from their seats . But they didn’t make it . The orc’s heavy hand grabbed Gilliam’s wrist . Puri was also held by the elf and prevented from getting up .
Gilliam and Puri watched them with trembling eyes . Instead of talking, they grabbed new bottles and handed them to Gilliam and Puri .
The shadows from the campfire grew . The shadows over the faces of the orc and elf fluttered like evil masks . The long shadows at their backs made them no longer seem like humans .
Gilliam and Puri flopped down with weakened legs .