Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

Chapter 315

Hearing the bad news, he hurriedly summoned Carl Gulls and Ciel to hold a meeting at the Pantheon. I could see that the people around me were anxious about the sudden summons, but there was no other way.

The information Asilie brought was as concise as that of simple ignorant orcs. additional troops of orcs. However, compared to the simplicity of the information, the situation was serious.

“During our last reconnaissance, we focused on checking the passage where the Orc Shamans entered, but suddenly dozens of more Orcs poured out from there.”

There is a possibility that it was hidden in the large pupil located inside, so I looked as closely as possible, but the orcs who came out seemed to be taken aback and looked around as if they were from another world.

“It’s hard to believe… it would make sense to see it as a gate.”

Should I say it’s a relief that he’s not an incompetent person escaping from reality? Visquente was quite taken aback by Asilier’s story, but he properly recognized the situation. Although it is very ironic that it is the most reasonable situation to be mindful of the possibility of orcs using the gate.

“There is no possibility that shamans ever built the gate, so I think it’s fair to assume that they found the key to activate the ancient gate by chance.”

“I honestly don’t want to believe it… but if I look away from here, the possibility of dying increases.”

Carl Guls also droolly agreed with my opinion, and Visquente acted quickly when he made a decision.

Even if those in the field see it with their own eyes and move on their own, the high-ranking people who receive the report have to read the report based on reasonable reasoning to think about whether to move their heavy hips or not. Believing that there would be no proper response even if he sent the message, ‘The number of oaks has increased’, Visquente immediately wrote a document and sent Parbalma as soon as a hypothesis was established that at least everyone in the room could agree on.

“The Orcs didn’t keep pouring in after that. Seeing that the exhausted shamans came out late, it’s clear that there are limits to activating the gate and moving people that way.”

“Still, the fact that time may not be on our side is threatening.”

I don’t know where it leads Judging by the look in their eyes and their bewildered look, they could be the ones who flew from the prairie, just as Visquente had speculated.

Crazy fucking prairie? Even if I rode a horse and ran day and night here, it would take several months, but it was creepy that there was a gate through that distance. The gates of the demons are also impossible to move to that extent, so they create and operate an intermediate point. How much magic was developed in ancient times and why did it degenerate?

I focused on the meeting today, pushing in the questions that were growing rapidly. Maybe one day we’ll find out, but not today.

“I know that before a war, orcs must undergo a ritual of witchcraft. Not only are they ill-adapted to the new environment, but they are not well-nourished, and they have started calling in additional troops without any hesitation… At least, the ritual has already been completed. That’s right.”

“You’re saying that it wouldn’t be strange to go to war right away.”

“No, it’s likely that he’s already been out.”

Orcs are monsters that follow the typical weak-and-dark instinct. And from the moment they attempted to raid this village, this place was weaker than themselves for them. It was clear that the additional troops were pre-preparation for a bigger war.

Thanks to the guys with simple principles of action, it didn’t take that long to explain that fact to people.

“Assilie came in a hurry, so there’s room to spare, but it’s only half a day. There’s nothing strange about the orcs attacking tomorrow afternoon.”

“I couldn’t even finish the fence construction properly…”

Ciel muttered miserably, but he didn’t just assume the worst, so there was no way to comfort him.

The real worst is when they can’t overcome my temper and come running like crazy. They may lose some strength, but they have little left other than stamina and strength, so they are threatening enough for adventurers below their level.

“It’s as Ciel said. It’s obvious that only the village will be damaged, so we have to strike first before they reach the village. Otherwise, we won’t get proper results.”

“…Is it possible?”

The meaning of Visquente’s question was clear. Is it possible to deal with over 200 orcs with this number? It was a very valid question, since the enemies were three times more powerful, but the opponent was a monster with only a little bit of strength.

“The hammer and anvil tactic.

“Are you trying to divide the current troops? Dividing up only 70 combat troops when the defense base has not been completed is…” Raising my hand to cut off Visquente’s

remarks, which were extremely realistic and reasonable, I raised my hand. He answered with confidence.

Even if I said it, it was a crazy and bullshit plan, but there was no way to safely hold it other than this right now. It was absurdly the best way to reduce the damage without giving up on the village.

As a result, Asilie let out a deep sigh, and the others doubted their ears. They tried to reject my opinion, but I insisted on hearing the opinion of the person who could be called the core of the plan.

The key figure who listened to the explanation in an extremely serious and calm manner asked me for my opinion with his eyes shining.

“Can’t I hammer it? It ruins the weapon too.”

Even Carl Guls, a mercenary, shook his head at Ekatrina’s anticipatory reaction, as if there was no threat.

“I can’t play the role of an anvil properly.”

“Yes, I feel it every time, but the funniest thing is that it seems like Eldmia does everything every day.”

Dismissing my plan as something fun, seeing Ekatrina crossing her arms and smiling, Visquente and Carl Gooles, who were quite surprised, stuttered and asked back while he was speechless.

“Ash, did you say fun? This reckless plan?”

“Huh? Isn’t that reckless? It’s an orc. It’s possible enough. As long as you don’t die.”

Ekaterina’s self-confidence by revealing her teeth was truly reliable.

Nonetheless, we managed to persuade Visquente, who expressed his intention of refusal three more times, to shift all vigils to the residents and construction workers and told the combatants to rest as much as possible. Fortunately, there were no idiots who were happy to hear that, and the whole town greeted the night in a state of tension.

And the next day we greeted a clear morning without a single cloud.

“Oh, an orc! An orc has appeared!”

The sound of the town’s alarm bells and the shouts that came with it announced the start of the operation.

“A day of idyllic slaughter begins.”

Assilie, who heard my muttering as she warmed up and raised the saddle, finished preparing and mounted the horse, with a deep sigh, asked for help.

“Haa… do you really have to be careful?”

“Don’t worry too much, older sister. I’m the one who slaughtered the knights in Envelde Mansion.”

Even though it was difficult to use needles because my physical condition was not perfect, if I simply looked at the use of mana, the efficiency was much higher than before. It might not have been if the opponent was a human, but since he was an orc, he could be sure that there would be no setbacks to this plan.

Of course, that setback meant that I became incapacitated or died in the middle, it did not mean a complete victory in this battle.

“Rather, I’m worried about my older sister. You have to play the role of scouting alone.”

“Are you going with Leica?”

[Leica! Protect Asilie!]

That guy wagging his tail confidently next to Asilie’s horse was always attached as an auxiliary combat agent, so it didn’t change that she had to scout alone, but as if I didn’t want to worry her, Asilie It was said with the same heart, so I just had to understand it and move on.

She’s also holding back, but it wouldn’t do any good if I had to say more. I smiled and stroked Leica.

“Yes, Asili must be well guarded.”

[Yes!]

The plan he made to deal with the simple ignorant Orcs was simple. The combat troops of the village, led by Ekatrina, become the anvil, and Laika and Asillie become scouts to grasp the current status of the enemy forces at the midpoint.

And I become a fire punch… no hammer.

“Then let’s go.”

It was a plan made entirely by trusting the simple ignorance of the Orcs. Whether they are orcs in the steppes or in dungeons, their nature is the same.

It is a story that if a tribe was large enough to maintain such an army, it would naturally have been a long time for them to fight against the strong and obsess over their own honor. Their fighting instincts are structured like that.

That’s why it’s a plan with enough potential to draw aggro from the rear of an orc unit alone with sufficient skill. It doesn’t end there, and if a similar skillful person holding a large and beautiful weapon that would make Orcs crazy is placed in the position of the anvil and once more turns off aggro, the effect becomes even better.

The vast majority of the Orcs will be concentrated on the two, creating a good composition for the others to strike the Orcs in the back.

“Eldmia! Shall we bet how many orcs we will catch today!”

Ekaterina, who naturally shows her presence among the hurried crowd, shouted as she saw me riding a horse. The adventurers who ran away with a look of uneasiness looked tired of her reaction, and I was able to realize the importance of reliable companions again.

“Return to the capital and pay for your meal!”

“Ha ha ha! It’s going to be a good fight!”

I lightly ignored the eyes that were busy moving as if I was going to see all the crazy people in the world. After all, after this battle is over, you will be trembling and unable to make eye contact properly, or you will go crazy with your victory.

“Safe! Safe again, Eldy!”

“My sister too!”

I took a long detour from the direction the orcs were supposed to be coming from and fell away from Asilie. Before long, I was able to see with my own eyes the orc troops visible through the branches. They seemed much more numerous than I knew, perhaps because of the trees in the forest.

It was a strange feeling. 200 or so muscle pigs are not to be taken lightly, but they do not feel any pressure. In fact, I did it even though I knew that I had to throw away my horse when I went into battle, so I couldn’t come out until I dug in and killed all of those pigs.

As I rode my horse to aim for the last of the orcs in a sense that I couldn’t tell if the liver had come out of the boat or if it was due to leisure, I heard Yekatrina’s cry from far away.

“Who are these! They’re pigs who are so timid that even their dead ancestors only curse at them!”

It was a really minor provocation, but the effect was amazing. The orcs who were enraged by the momentum of the forest going away began to pick up pigs in all directions. Fortunately, Catherine’s voice was loud enough to cut through the noise.

“You nameless pigs! I am the gatebreaker, the battering ram Ekatrina! Run away cowards, only warriors!”

Scheduled provocation Planned signal. The steps of the orcs, who had been moving while maintaining their own composure, became almost as fast as running, and the end of the unit came into my eyes.

“Kwyyyyyyy!!! Profit? Human?”

One of the orcs who had been panting with a clattering sound of anger at the end of the unit, probably having the most stamina, tilted his head as he found me.

Cognitive dissonance came because the direction the sound came from and the direction I was in were different.

“You bastard.”

Just by driving the horse and swinging the sword, 1 stack of Orcs was accumulated. Fortunately, he didn’t forget to scream pig-pick in his dying breath, and it served as a great alarm to draw the attention of the other orcs to me while I tapped the horse’s rump to make it flee the battlefield.

“Kkuik? This, human?”

“Kwuyik? Why is it behind us?”

What do I have to shout to get the aggro off?

Unfortunately, I don’t have the notoriety known to the monster grassy orcs, so I can’t think of anything. Come to think of it, the orc I killed last time shouted his name. So, wouldn’t that attract aggro?

“I killed Kakula Vashem.”

There was a little reaction to the bait I threw, but it wasn’t as much as I expected

. ..There seems to be no warrior among the cowardly Orcs who can avenge Vashem.”

“Kwiiik!! Kill!!”

“Kwuik! There are no cowards among Orcs!! For Vasya!!”

“Vaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

yam disease, these idiots have to be in a bad mood to activate comradeship.

Seeing how consistent they are, I swung my sword at the orcs who would soon become good.