Orc Hero Story - Legend of Degree

Elves.

The racial average life expectancy is about 500 years.

The main habitat is the southwestern forest of the Vastonian continent, but it is also widely distributed in the southeast and northwest.

He tries to eliminate it immediately against other races that are exclusive, aggressive, prized, and have invaded his territory.

The overall number of individuals is small and the body is not large, but it is excellent in the magical handling of swords and bows, water and wind, excellent in secrecy, sometimes longevity, there are many warriors of war, and overall it is strong.

… is the perception that other races had during the war.

I'm generally not mistaken.

If there is only one difference, does that mean that it is not already exclusive?

A long war had ended, and new winds were beginning to blow in the Elf Country.

Exchanges flourished, especially with multiracial, former allies such as humans and Dwarves.

Deals, of course, even just trips.

All the long-lived elves are born in the war now.

Even the oldest have a lot of ignorance in the world.

It was the Elf's Defacto Standard that we knew things for a long time, and you idiots who didn't know things for a short time, but after the war, well, what the hell do we know...

In a long war, all the wisdom and accumulation of knowledge in the elves had also disappeared. There are no books left either.

If there is nothing to be backed up, there will also be fewer elves with high pride.

For these reasons, the present elf was trying to transform itself into a diverse country that had abandoned tradition and embraced the cultures of other countries.

In another thousand years, wisdom and knowledge will accumulate again, and pride will rise on the right shoulder too......

All in all, it was now a top priority to rebuild our country.

Now, the reconstruction of the country will always require something.

Currently not enough in most countries. That is no exception with elf countries.

Yes, the population.

That's how it started with the baby boom...... hence the marriage boom.

It began with the privileged class of elves, those who were commonly called high elves, which also passed on to the elf common people.

Marry me, give birth. Increase it.

Nevertheless, the Elves had even fewer individual numbers due to the war.

In particular, the Elf State, which repeatedly clashed head-on with the Thakuvas army, had a high number of male war fatalities and resulted in women blurring.

If the elves were as polygamous as the Dwarves would still have had no problem, but in the common sense of the elves, they keep loving the only person until their marriage dies.

So King Elf North Paul launched a policy.

It's called the 'Half Elf Policy', which is about granting nationality and subsidies to men of other races who married me to an elf.

There was a prospect of attracting men of other races and getting them married to elf women.

Prospects are a success.

Many human beings, especially those struck by the beauty of the elves during the war, rode that policy, and many men stretched under their noses came to the Elf Country.

What would you do if you did that and the whole country was full of half elves?

There were voices like that, but somehow the elves are a long-held species, with a long life span.

If we cut the policy at one time, the half elf would start to interact with the high elf, which is pure blood, and if we repeat that, sooner or later, the blood of other races would fade and we would return to all the elves close to pure blood.

That is why the Elf Nation is currently overflowing with other races who want to marry the Elf, and elf women who also have a rash in the Elf Nation, meaning that marriage is taking place everywhere.

This situation in which marriage to other races is not avoided.

I could say it was a one-of-a-kind opportunity for Bash.

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"So now the elf country is a marriage boom! We're running out of Elf Woman inventory! You're gonna find your husband's girl, too!

"Oh!"

Bash and Zell were having an operational meeting at the inn.

Why did Houston tell you to go to Elf Country?

I tried to come here without knowing, but I was convinced of something like this.

To my mind, discomfort persisted since I entered town.

Upon entering the town, Bash was seen with strange eyes.

Naturally, because there was little or no oak coming into town, or it would have been a far off oak.

Of course, the soldiers surrounded Bash and began to listen to the circumstances.

But soon the elves pulled back, "Well, if you're an ordinary traveler, albeit an oak," "if that's what Sonia said..."

Originally, it is an impossible story.

Even though it's been three years since the war ended, there's no way that that fast fighting elf would take such an attitude.

but if that's the kind of wind blowing across the elf country, it was impossible.

"Nevertheless, when it comes to elves and oaks, dog monkeys get along. No matter how much heterogeneous marriage is luxurious, it is visible to be shaken, no matter how far you go."

"I know. What am I supposed to do?

"There's a lot going on, but the basics are with human beings. However, when it comes to elves, they look a lot like fairies. Love the woods, love the woods, guardian of the woods... it's important to respect that kind of elf fluency and claim! Then, perfume is better with the scent of flowers! I'd prefer something that doesn't show a lot of skin. Because showing skin is something special for elves!

Bash looked down at himself.

It's an oaky outfit...... Elves say they don't like to show their skin.

Whenever you can, you should definitely hide your skin.

When that happens, I'm also concerned that the three elves I met earlier were exposing their skin......

It's no surprise to those elves that those human beings were special.

Instead, they show their skin from the elves if they think it's special.

Bash's chest swelled with anticipation, and he's still in trouble.

"I see!

"Let's get familiar first, come on! I'm going to the clothes store! I want you to let me, because the location of the store seems to have been researched!

So Bash stayed told by Zell to go to the store that was near the inn.

The store was really near the inn. It was next door.

From the bash, creeping through the entrance, which was too small, there was so much variety of clothing lined up with unevenness that it did not exist in the oak country.

It's basically an elf garment based on colors like green, tea, and yellow, but it also had some human style garments.

"I don't know which one is better."

"I don't know how good or bad Elf's clothes are. Armor would know..."

"Ah, it looks like this store has all sorts of different kinds of clothes, assuming other races come often! I'm sure you have something for your husband!

As Zell put it, the store had elf clothes, sized to suit the physique of humans and dwarves, alongside the slack.

Nevertheless, there seemed to be nothing oak sized.

Even the biggest size would be the mountain of Sekiyama, about two meters tall at best.

"Chip, you're an oak..."

When Zell and I were worried, the shopkeeper appeared from behind the store.

The owner is an elf man with a grass crown on his head, age unknown.

He looked at the bash and was showing his vigilance.

"He said he was in town, so I was wondering what kind of oak it was, it's just a green oak... try to break out in the store. Even if I look like this, I've got a bunch of orcs around here for a blood festival during the war..."

but after watching the bash for a while, i noticed something hah.

And then begins to shake his body with a mess.

"No way, I let you into town... that's better...?

"I don't know what you're talking about, but I did get a mouthful from one woman at the station"

"Ku... what a big hearted person..."

The shopkeeper seemed unable to hide the battle for a while, but it was slight and he exhaled as if he had given up.

"So, what are you doing here?

"I came to buy clothes. I heard the elves hate to show their skin."

"Skin, yeah? Well, whatever, but I can't believe we had the kind of clothes you could wear... no, I only had one."

The shopkeeper looked from the top of Bash's head to his toe, tilting his neck, but headed to the back of the store.

"Wouldn't this guy be able to wear it critically?

What the returning shopkeeper brought was elf clothes with black lines in the deep green.

But it was obviously bigger in size than the others.

So much so that when the shopkeeper spreads his eyes wide open with both hands, his appearance is completely hidden.

"Once upon a time, a big man from the beast came and ordered it, but he didn't care and didn't buy it. You know, for an oak, you can make it smaller... Oh, oh, sorry. Don't be mad at me. I'm not making fun of you. It's just, you know, I'm pretty sure there's more body decay oak than you are, right?

"I don't care"

"Oh well. That's great. So, I was wondering if you could manage to wear it? Why don't you try it on?

That's what the store owner told me, and Bash took the clothes.

And as I was told, when I took it off on the spot, I put on my clothes.

It was clothes I couldn't wear, but it wasn't like I didn't know how to wear it.

Nevertheless, the outfit is tailored to the Beasts.

Although I managed to wear it, my shoulders, thighs, etc. are tight and only about seven minutes long.

"Uh..."

The shopkeeper looked at it and looked somewhat sorry.

He is the descendant of a proud clothesman who has been a clothesman for generations among the Elves,

Recommending unsuitable clothing hurts the pride of a clothing store handed down from ancestral generations.

"I knew it was tailored..."

"That's my husband! A man like my husband wears whatever he wears! After all, when the contents are tight, the clothes are better suited! This is Eye Bliss, man! Exactly the hunter of the woods. No, hunter of love! I'd rather ask you to protect me from the woods. I'll do it!

But because of the fairy who suddenly started yoishing, the words became butt-cut dragonflies.

When I get so praised on the side, I can tell you it doesn't look good on me.

"No, but you look surprisingly good, or...?

But as I heard about it, the shopkeeper's thoughts changed a little bit too.

Sure, the length is patsy, but I'm pretty sure the barbarity was suppressed over the orc-like outfit earlier.

In the first place, if you try being a store owner, you feel unspeakably uncomfortable at a time when a human or Dwarf is wearing elf clothes.

The discomfort stood first because of the clothes Oak is wearing that are familiar to us, but minus that, it doesn't make us look like we're not suited for anything else.

Shorter lengths appear to be more musculoskeletal oaks, and the stiffness of the shoulders and thighs could rather push the racial traits forward.

"Well, if you like it, more than anything."

"Uhm. Then I'll have this"

"Oh, my bill was uh... how much was it... oh?

When Bash took what was from the luggage he had brought, he offered it to the store owner.

When the shopkeeper received it, the strings that were putting it together were untied, revealing the identity of Barari and his object.

It was furry.

Large fur equal to or more than a bash.

Perhaps it could be seen that this furry Lord would have been an individual who could only be described as just splendid.

"What about this guy?

"It's a bug bear fur"

"Isn't that quite splendid? You did this to me?

"Oh. It's also a figment of my comrades"

"Are you sure? Sell it like that."

"What's wrong?

To his surprise bash, the shopkeeper shrugged his shoulders.

I didn't know or intend to understand Orc's values.

I've been interacting with other races lately, and I know it, but I don't understand it in the first place, and I don't need to.

Unless we get married and live together.

"The hairs are great, but there are scratches. We're not fishing, okay?

"I don't mind."

Bash said so, picking up the clothes he was coming for and turning back his heels.

If only I could buy clothes, I wouldn't have needed them for an elf man or anything.

Because it is only the elf woman who runs his errand.

……

The shopkeeper simply dropped off the bash, which was leaving in a good mood.

As Bash left, the store filled with silence.

There were no other guests, the air dominated as if it had been a dream, but only splendid fur showed that today's guests were real.

"Hey, you, who are you now?

Coming out of the back of the store is behind the shopkeeper.

Still young, she is a generation of elves who do not know war.

"Oh...... no, it was more personable than I thought"

"Not your thoughts, but what kind of person are you? Oak, right? You knew him?

"It's not like I know you. It's just that I only saw you once on the battlefield... but anyway, you should just contact Master Trikabuto. I'm coming."

"Oh, hey you!

When the owner was convinced by himself, he threw the store out and went somewhere.

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Back at the inn, Bash was steadily getting ready, as Zell told him.

Take a bath, sprinkle with the perfume Zell had, and wear the clothes she had purchased.

Dissolve the hair with scented oil and make it all-back.

Why all back, because the majority of elf men have long hair all back.

Bash's hair hasn't been around much longer. Oak during the war had many shavers of hair and shorter bashes. As a result, I got a little dressed up, but it doesn't turn into an all-back.

In addition, he went to a flower garden just outside the town and prepared a bouquet of flowers that the elves preferred.

The familiarity is perfect.

All we have to do is practice.

Bash took Zell and rolled him out to town.

"Okay, husband, now the basics look perfect! Count the rest! Elves are basically common sense to accompany one person, so calling too many people just makes the impression worse, but they don't talk about it unless you make a take first! Anyway, I'm going to give a voice to a kid who looks like he's single!

"Okay."

The time is dusk.

Time for those who worked during the day to begin returning home.

Sometimes after the war, there were still many soldiers, and many of those returning to town were armed and walking together in a few.

Of course, bash has nothing to do with occupation or anything.

Orc's hero Bash welcomes an elf soldier to his wife, which may be related to Orc's honor, but that's not what matters to Bash.

I don't care about my profession.

I really don't care if you're unemployed or needy anymore.

If only you would be my wife.

If only I could graduate from virginity.

We even have to be magic warriors.

If you're an elf, it's mostly about being beautiful, and I'm not going to have a crush on you. Anyone bash ok.

All in all, with all these elf women, I can expect about one.

"All right, let's do that girl."

Bash quickly approached the woman walking alone.

He came back with some blonde hair around his shoulder, a long elf.

He was wearing a familiar red leather armor, with a bow on his hand and an arrow barrel on his back.

There are slightly larger burn marks on his face, but Bash doesn't care about that.

I walk with a slightly tired face, but that look is somewhere soft.

Intuitively, it feels somewhat handsome.

"Daughter there"

"Mm, what...? Oak?"

When Elf looked at Bash, he narrowed his eyes surprisingly as he noticeably lowered his hips of vigilance.

But he raised one eyebrow when he admitted that Bash was a face of tension, and that he was playing tricks, and that he was holding a bouquet of flowers.

As if you noticed something.

"Uh, what is it? Um, actually mine..."

"Whoa! I'm sorry, Lord Oak, but I can't accept that invitation, can I?

And the elf, without hearing Bash's words to the end, said no.

That expression, by the way, is a word of spare time.

From the bash, it's just a pretty look, but it's a clear face that annoys me and punches me when other female elves see it.

KUCKER! Oh man, beauty is hard! It's hard. It's so hard. You're so hot, you're in trouble! But that's the face I said.

"Mm."

"Oh, that doesn't mean Lord Oak doesn't like it, does it? Look, look at this."

To the bash holding his mouth, the elf pointed to his head.

There, they were decorated with white flowers.

Among the flowers Bash has picked in the flower garden, this flower should have been there.

"Lord Oak doesn't seem to know, but this is how engaged elves decorate their heads with white lily flowers. Married men are equally decorated with white flowers. It's not a white lily. Human says he puts a ring on his left pharmacopoeia, but its imitation"

That's what they said, and when Bash looked around, I see, most of the elves did decorate their heads with white flowers.

Flowers, flower decorations, or flower rings?

And in retrospect, those three elves we met during the day didn't wear white flowers.

"I don't know much about the beauty and ugliness of the oak... but whatever it is, I'm glad you spoke to someone like me"

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"Honestly, if it was me a few days ago, I wouldn't mind an orc, I might have thought so. But I was able to get engaged the other day, finally, finally, finally, with a memorial. I'm sorry, but I can't take Lord Oak's proposal. I'm glad you understand."

"... ok"

As Bash pulled back, the elf looked somewhat unexpected.

"No, you're a good listener. Speaking of orcs, I hear it's something you'd never give up if you had a woman you liked?

"Sexual activity without agreement with other races is strictly forbidden in the name of Oak King"

"I see. If I didn't give up, if I was taken for sexual intercourse without consent, that's what I thought."

"Am I wrong?

"No, you're right. You're smart. Lord Oak."

The elf nodded yeah.

If she was a former girlfriend, she'd say, "Will Orc keep that promise! I'll kill you!" he would have yelled.

But now she had room for her heart.

Because we're engaged and the best of happiness.

She was invincible now. I was generous about everything.

And it was sweet.

To strange oak, enough to try to bake an extra favor.

"Clever Lord Oak, let me give you one piece of advice."

"Advice?"

"If you want someone, you should go to a tavern called The Great Eagle's Stop Tree, which is right down this street. An unmarried gathering is held every day to find someone. If you're a woman... well, it's just people who can't seem to find someone yet at this time of year, so all the guys in question... maybe you'll find someone who seems like 'that's okay'. Like me."

"Okay. Thanks for the info."

"That's okay. Then I'll go home. My husband (darling) is waiting for me at home!

The elf walked down the road in a good mood.

Footsteps are skips that seem too floating to fly away into the sky.

"Did you hear that?

"Ugh! I heard that!

When Bash dropped it off, Zell and I looked at each other.

The first opponent ended up empty-handed, but got two useful pieces of information.

First, that if the elf's head was decorated with white flowers, they would say no.

This is too useful information for future activities.

As long as we protect it there, we can drastically reduce the number of empty swings.

Plus, a place for unmarried people to get together and find someone to marry.

If there is such a place, it would be only a matter of time before Bash's opponent is found.

Because Bash is looking for his wife, and Elf is looking for his husband.

There is also the downside of oak, but elves today are boomed by other race marriages.

They even welcome dwarves who are considered to be friends with elves and dog monkeys, just like humans, beasts, and hence oaks.

The odds were twelve.

"Let's go!

The goal is' Great Eagle Stop Tree '.

Bash used to go for his battlefield, shivering like a warrior when he went to the big battlefield.

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Secondly, the elf looked back.

Her vision shows Bash walking to the tavern with his big crotch.

That destination is in the direction I indicated earlier...... apparently, he's going to the 'Great Eagle Stop Tree' as he advised.

"Surprisingly, when it comes to orcs, I heard that it's the only way to take a woman away and rape her, but I didn't know some people would embrace the cultures of other races..."

She fought Sacubas until the end of the war, with little experience fighting orcs.

Twice or three times during the big showdown...... I had heard about a species called Orcs though.

A violent, savage creature that doesn't treat women with people in a crude way.

That's the oak.

But the oak I actually saw was quite different from what I imagined.

"Huh, I guess that means everyone can change... like this me..."

Her name is Azalea.

I don't know about the Bashes, but she's a woman in the Elf Country who was a famous combat fanatic.

From laughing straight through the tail of Sacubas, the two names given are "Azalea without a Bug".

It is counted as one of the most feared warriors by the Thakuvas army because of its so cruelty and relentlessness, its lack of humanity.

Until the other day, she was a hell of a fighter, married with blood running eyes.

The way it is, it's just a hungry warcraft.

The skill is' throat ring proposal ', which grabs a man's root and forces him to marry.

Naturally, the success rate is 0%.

A coworker woman, Elf, held her mouth together and said, "Azalea married? No, no, no, no, you'll never make it. I mean, it's just that I'm faster," he said of the wedding elf.

Many unmarried elves said they cried out for despair when they heard her cling to an engagement like that.

"Huh, then he'll find a good match too, just like my dear darling showed up to me"

Azarea changed when she had a man.

I got people's hearts back.

Moisture returned to my rubbed heart in years of war, and I began to laugh in a flamboyant manner.

I stopped sitting around, I stopped scratching my groin tight, and I stopped making a mess and noise when I ate.

I don't care who he is. He stopped selling fights and stopped buying them. Even assuming we had a fight, we stopped thinking of smashing all the teeth of our stunned opponents.

From an untouchable beast to an ordinary elf.

It's all because of the man.

The man is worshipped in the elves precisely as a god and is in awe, but let's put it aside.

"Well, let's go home, I'm looking forward to Darling's hand cooking!

Azarea started walking down the road to our house with her nibbly face.