About a month ago.

That is, the day I escaped from Forneus's dungeon.

I had no weapons. But I received help from my beloved weapon, the mace made with dwarf technology. More precisely, I received help from Brug, who was rampaging with my weapon.

His axe in one hand, my mace in the other. That back, smashing Forneus's head who tried to kill me with the mace, I still couldn't forget.

But now that mace is held in my hand. What that meant was only one thing.

'This human bastard knows Brug's whereabouts.'

I hoped he was alive even if enslaved, or if he'd died, I'd at least make a grave in my dungeon. Brug was my life's benefactor, and I had to do at least the minimum for Brug.

So I must capture that human bastard alive. Capture him and find out how he got this mace. If he just picked it up, where he picked it up, if it's something bought at auction, which auction house he got it from, if he took it from the living person himself, where that party is now.

...If he killed him and took it, of course there's only one thing I'll do.

Revenge.

"Uwooooh!!"

I threw the mace at the priest. The priest rolled on the ground avoiding the mace flying toward him. I ran grabbing the twin axes hung at my waist. The priest who rolled on the ground still hadn't gotten away.

"I'll cut your legs so you can't run away!"

"Aaaah!"

The priest screamed and rolled sideways again. But my axe precisely aimed below the priest's robe.

Shlorp!

"Tch!"

A miss. The end of the robe was cut off, and the priest's ankle was completely exposed. There was bleeding from the axe mark grazing the pale leg. It didn't seem to be cut deeply. The priest's robe seemed to have acted as armor.

"Hehe, you run well. But I won't let you go!"

I held the axe horizontally and threw it like a boomerang. The trajectory drawing an arc flew toward the priest's belly. The priest didn't seem to expect me to throw weapons twice and couldn't avoid it.

Thwack.

"Khngh!"

The priest barely twisted his body avoiding the axe blade. Instead, he got hit in the elbow area by the handle, and the axe blade grazed the robe sleeve. The priest's eyes clearly showed genuine panic.

"Wh-what is this...?!"

"Hey."

I picked up the mace again. I threw the hand axe I'd been holding toward the priest's legs again. The priest grabbed the axe stuck in the ground beside him and threw it.

Clang!

The two axes collided in midair. They fell powerlessly in place, and I ran over those fragments and raised the mace high. The priest was breathing roughly with a completely flushed face.

"Wh-what...?!"

"Hehe. Coating weapons with poison is basic."

At my words, the priest's heart seemed to sink. He didn't have time to check the wound on his leg, but his heart was definitely pounding much more than before, his nerves were on edge, and his body was heating up—definitely poison's reaction.

It's a lie. It's an aphrodisiac. I just applied slimahole fluid on the axe blade. The priest was heated up not with pain but pleasure, unable to properly display combat power.

"First, let's start by crushing one leg so you can't run away!"

I raised the mace high. The mace that had beaten hundreds of humans now came into my hand to crush a human priest's leg. I'll catch this bastard and torture him to find out Brug's whereabouts. The priest's eyes rolled back in fear, unable to make proper judgments.

But my eyes rolled back at the sudden situation just the same.

Crash!!

Suddenly, the back of my shoulder burned. I rolled on the ground from the aftermath of the explosion felt from behind me. There were no wounds but the attack failed. Looking back, it seemed one of the adventurer mages had shot a fireball at me.

"Protect Father!"

"Catch that bastard!! He's worth at least 10 gold!!"

Waaaah!!

Adventurers began charging at me with swords and spears. The priest stood up with the support of some female adventurer, and I had to deal with adventurers diving in like moths blinded by gold.

"Kuhehe, gulp."

I swallowed dry saliva in my mouth. From tough-looking muscle warriors to pretty female adventurers, but they didn't catch my eye at all right now. The only one in my sight was that pretty young priest escaping back there.

"If you'd been caught obediently, I was just going to crush your legs and extract information."

I checked the grip feel of the mace again and regulated my breathing. Though rage was rising, I had to fight while maintaining composure.

"Looks like I'll have to break through the meatshield before you come to your senses."

The male adventurers charging at me flinched and stopped walking. And I charged at the adventurers holding the mace.

"Move—!! If you don't move—!!"

I raised the mace high. The adventurers were flustered at my charge but raised their shields and corrected their stances. Confidence was visible that they could sufficiently block my charge. But if they don't move, I'll just go around.

"Uwooooh!!"

I jumped in place with a battle cry. I stepped on the upper part of the shield of the adventurer at the front for a running start and jumped over the human wall of adventurers. It was obvious the adventurers were panicking, and as I gathered my legs to land, they moved aside in alarm.

"Y-you bastard!"

A heavy-armored adventurer raised a kite shield and threatened me with a sword. If I fell like this, I'd be stabbed by the sword, and I slightly turned my body sideways avoiding the sword that tried to stab my foot.

"Aerial double axel!"

Like a figure skater dancing on ice, narrowly avoiding the sword, I regrettably stepped on the heavy-armored adventurer's shoulder with my foot. His stance crumbled under my weight, and his shoulder armor dented in the shape of my shoe.

"Orc jump!"

I used the adventurer as a running start and jumped high into the sky. The adventurer's body, unable to bear my weight, collapsed downward, and I gathered my legs looking for the next target. The adventurers screamed and scattered left and right.

"That's right! You die if you don't move!"

I took a breakfall into the empty space and rolled my body. Using even the forward roll's momentum, I burst forward, and at the end of the wide-open path was naturally the escaping priest.

"Stand right there and don't move! If you stop now, I'll end it with just two legs!!"

Despite my persuasion, the adventurer supported the priest and fled. She even carried him on her back and ran. The priest was passed out on the adventurer's back. It seemed Lime's fluid fed on the axe blade caused an aphrodisiac effect inducing shock.

I chased after them and regulated my breathing.

'Save even the strength to talk and chase at full power.'

I squeezed out even the strength from nursing and ran across the field.

...At least for that moment, I even forgot that this place was a battlefield.

***

"Three, two, one—!!"

Crack!

Soldiers with axes struck the bottom of the fence at once. As they delivered the final axe blow to the place already deeply carved with axe marks, the fence pillar tilted and fell outside Zabiyaba.

"Take cover!"

Following knight Faiz's shout, the engineers quickly slipped to the side. The fence tilted outward very slowly fell outside, and the soldiers regulated their breathing avoiding the radius of the fence's collapse.

Crash!!

The wooden pillars fell helplessly. Though the cut stumps were still stuck in the ground, they could easily cross wooden pillars about knee height. Faiz led the soldiers and charged into Zabiyaba.

"Sir Gray!!"

"Ooh!!"

Knight Gray was fighting the orcs in a lone struggle. Gray, who'd been engaged in a wheel battle against three particularly strong-looking orcs, cheered at Faiz and the soldiers' appearance.

"There are those seriously wounded in the legs, khngh!"

Gray leaned back avoiding the greatsword. Faiz grasped the situation at a glance and personally carried and moved soldiers limping on legs.

"You, you, you! Your unit evacuate them to the rear! The rest block the front!"

"Yes!"

Following Faiz's orders, soldiers moved in perfect order. Faiz ran to Gray's side and swung his sword at the orcs blocking the path.

"Sir Ramatio's revenge!!"

"Khngh!"

With reinforcements who'd broken through the fence with axes entering, the orcs were gradually pushed to the defensive. The executive-class orcs busily swinging weapons at the front also gradually accumulated wounds on their bodies, and fresh soldiers and orcs clashed swords and spears with each other.

"Aaaah!"

"Khaagh!"

A human soldier and an orc soldier simultaneously stabbed each other's vital points. It was a fatal wound for the human, and for the orc it was a serious injury that would kill from excessive bleeding if the wound wasn't healed.

"Fall back—!!"

"Haaah!"

The orc fighting Gray shouted while coughing blood, but surrounding soldiers mercilessly thrust spears. The orc was stabbed in the shoulder, belly, and legs by spears and vomited blood. But the orc, with bloodshot eyes, raised his sword and cut off all the spear shafts.

"Raaaas!!"

The orc charged at the soldiers with a roar. He rushed at the soldier who'd stabbed him with a spear, twisted his neck with arm strength, pulled out the spear blade and stuck it in another soldier's neck. If the last soldier hadn't stabbed his back with a dagger, the orc could have killed all three.

"Uwooh!"

"Khaaa!"

Human soldiers and orc soldiers became desperate to kill each other. The more the battle continued, the more casualties increased, and the orcs who formed a defensive wall with their bodies gradually began being pushed to the main street.

"Break through!!"

"Block them!!"

If they just broke through the narrow alley, they could get to the main street and surround the orcs. At the front, Gray and Faiz swung swords like a two-horse carriage. If they kept pushing like this, they could exit to the main street and leverage numerical advantage.

And the moment they'd nearly grasped victory, bizarre screams began to be heard from the rear.

"Aaaah!! It's a crazy pig!!"

"What?!"

Gray kicked the greatsword orc and created distance. Beyond the collapsed fence, the state of soldiers who should have entered Zabiyaba was strange. They were holding swords and shields toward the east in full tension.

"Sir Gray, that robed orc..."

"Tch, you guys keep breaking through the alley!"

Gray, who entrusted the offensive to subordinate soldiers, pushed through soldiers and came outside the fence. Giant dust clouds rose from the east, and Gray almost lost his mind at the scene before his eyes.

"What...did you say...?"

There, a life-risking chase was occurring. A female adventurer was running away carrying Father Francis whose face was completely flushed. Behind them, the robed orc who'd stolen Francis's mace was chasing with red tattoos on his face glowing bright red.

"If I catch you, you die!!"

The orc's booming voice echoed throughout the entire city. A clearly angry voice distinctly different from when violating prisoner women atop the walls.

"Chase! Protect Father—!!"

And behind that, adventurers were chasing the orc, and behind them, a large group of ghouls far exceeding the adventurers' numbers and birdheads were running.

Birdheads?

"That kind of monster... I've never even heard of them...?"

"Raaaas!!"

The ghouls were running on all fours, and the birdhead monsters were running with both arms thrown back while opening their beaks. Gray came to his senses with a start. The enemies' composition or those birdhead soldiers' identity wasn't important. If they attacked from behind, the ones surrounded front and back would be themselves instead.

Gray stood at a crossroads of choice. Break through the orcs to open a path, or regroup outside the fence?

"Tch...! First protect Father!"

The immediate task was rescuing the priest who appeared to be hit by the enemy's poison. The adventurer fled into the middle of the soldiers, and the orc holding the mace was soon surrounded between soldiers and adventurers.

"Hiss, hiss."

The robed orc looked around in all directions and exploded in frustration. It was a perfect circular encirclement, and soldiers had finished preparing to throw ropes.

Suddenly the war situation produced a scene where Gray's lord and Francis's adventurer detachment joined together, with monsters confronting from the south and east. And in the middle of the soldiers, someone who could be called the monsters' leader was surrounded.

"Hehe, we just need to catch that crazy pig bastard!"

"Whew, I tried never to do crazy things again...!"

The orc ground his teeth and shouted toward the air.

"Begin indiscriminate shooting—!! Target toward me!!"

"What?!"

Whoosh.

The orc archers who'd been holding their breath and waiting on the watchtowers all simultaneously shot arrows at the human soldiers. Toward the surroundings of none other than the orc presumed to be the leader.

"Uhaha! Dodge on your own, you human bastards!!"

"Th-these crazy bastards!!"

And as soon as Gray shouted curses, a rain of arrows began pouring down onto the encirclement.

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