Ogre Village

The battlefield was a whirlwind of chaos and carnage, the clash of steel and the screams of the dying filling the air. The ogres were skilled warriors, their movements fluid and precise, but they were outnumbered and outmatched by the sheer ferocity of the orc horde.

"Stay together!" roared one of the ogre warriors, his voice strained with effort as he parried a blow from an orc's axe. "We must hold the line!"

But even as he spoke, another ogre fell, his body pierced by multiple orcish spears. The ogres fought valiantly, their blades cutting through orcish flesh with brutal efficiency, but it was clear that they were losing ground. The orcs, clad in steel armor and wielding a variety of weapons, pressed their advantage with relentless determination.

Amidst the chaos, Veldora observed from above, his gaze sweeping over the battlefield with cold calculation. He watched as the ogres struggled against the overwhelming numbers of the orcs, their strength and skill no match for the sheer weight of the orcish onslaught.

With a graceful descent, Veldora landed on the battlefield, his presence unnoticed amidst the chaos. He moved with purpose, his steps measured and deliberate as he made his way towards the only surviving ogre girl.

She cowered in fear, her katana trembling in her hands as she faced down a group of orcs. Veldora approached her silently.

"Do you want to live, love?" Veldora's voice was calm, almost soothing, cutting through the cacophony of battle.

The ogre girl startled at the sudden sound, her eyes wide with fear. She looked up at Veldora, her gaze filled with desperation, and nodded silently.

"But that won't be free," Veldora continued, his tone firm. "What do you want?"

The ogre girl hesitated, torn between her fear of the orcs and her uncertainty of this mysterious figure before her. But as she watched her comrades fall one by one, their bodies torn apart by the savage orcs, she knew she had no choice.

"I want you to serve under me," Veldora declared, his eyes flashing with determination.

The ogre girl's heart pounded in her chest as she considered Veldora's offer. The ogre girl hesitated, torn between her fear of the orcs and the uncertainty of serving this mysterious stranger. But as the orcs closed in, their bloodlust evident in their eyes, she knew she had no other choice.

"Y-yes," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I will serve you. Please, save me from them. I don't want to get eaten alive."

<< Contract has been formed >>

With an evil smirk, Veldora surveyed the battlefield. The ogres, had been decimated, their bodies now nothing more than grotesque meals for the ravenous orcs. The air was thick with the stench of blood and the sounds of flesh being torn apart. Veldora's eyes gleamed with a dark satisfaction as he watched the orcs, their faces smeared with blood, turn their attention towards him.

The ogre girl beside him trembled, her eyes wide with terror and disbelief. She had witnessed the massacre of her kin and now stood in the presence of a being whose power seemed boundless.

The orcs advanced, their weapons drawn, their hunger for violence undiminished. Veldora raised his hand, and a dark aura began to emanate from his palm. With a slight nod, he activated Black Flame.

In that moment, the battlefield was engulfed in black fire. The flames roared to life, consuming the orcs with terrifying efficiency. Their screams of agony filled the air as they were reduced to ash in mere seconds.

Veldora had not unleashed an overwhelming amout of magicules; instead, Raphael, had calculated the exact amount of magicules needed to incinerate only the orcs, leaving the ground and the surrounding area untouched.

The precision of the spell was terrifying, a testament to Veldora's control over his power and the deadly accuracy of Raphael's calculations. The orc horde, once so confident in their numbers, was annihilated in an instant.

The ogre girl, still standing beside Veldora, was awestruck. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she watched the black flames flicker and die, leaving nothing but smoldering ashes where the orcs had stood moments before. She turned to Veldora, her fear mingling with a newfound sense of awe and reverence.

Veldora looked at the oger girls body and started to grope her ass. The ogre girl was startled by the sudden intrusion. She had never been touched in such a way before, and she was frightened. But she didn't say anything to Veldora out of fear.

After fondling her ass for a while, Veldora gave a hard slap on her ass. The ogre girl let out a moan, a mix of pain and surprise.

"Take me to the chieftain's house," Veldora commanded the ogre girl.

She nodded and led him through the debris. They walked past fallen comrades and destroyed homes until they reached the largest house in the village, the chieftain's residence. Voices could be heard from inside, tense and filled with desperation.

"Go! Run away with your sister!!"

"No, Father, I can't!"

Veldora's eyes narrowed as he pushed open the door. Inside, the scene was even more chaotic. A massive, burly man wearing a harlequin outfit and a mask with a large nose and a blue stripe was stepping on the head of an ogre lying on the floor. The ogre was none other than the chief of the tribe.

Beside him stood a girl with magenta hair tied into short twin-tails, also in a harlequin outfit with a mask featuring a teardrop motif and two red horns. She was immobilizing a middle-aged ogre woman with beautiful red hair and a big black horn, who seemed to be the chieftain's wife.

Other members of the ogre tribe were scattered around the room, restrained and battered.

Veldora instantly recognized the ogres. The restrained ogres were Benimaru and Shuna.

As Veldora entered the room, the oppressive atmosphere shifted, and all eyes turned to him.

"Who dares to interrupt my fun?" Footman sneered, pressing his foot harder onto the chieftain's head.

"I dare," Veldora replied, his voice calm yet filled with an underlying menace.

"Look what we have here! A human in the middle of the Forest of Jura," the girl with the teardrop mask spoke, pointing her scythe to Veldora's neck. "Who are you, human?"

"Why don't you introduce yourself first?" Veldora spoke with smile.

"Ho ho ho! I am called Footman, member of the Moderate Harlequin Alliance. They call me the Angry Pierrot, and I am delighted to make all of your acquaintances!" The burly man in the harlequin outfit announced in a mocking tone, his voice dripping with false cheerfulness. Though he acted cheerful, he was cautious against Veldora. Something about him made Footman suspicious.

Watching this, the ogre chieftain saw a glimmer of hope. "Please, save my family!" he begged, his voice filled with desperation, still under Footman's foot.

Veldora looked at him with a cold gaze. "And what will I get for saving them?"

The ogre chieftain stared at him, confused and desperate. "This is a dire situation, and you're bargaining about helping us?"

Meanwhile, Footman and the girl with the teardrop mask, Tear, stood ready, their bodies tense, prepared to strike at any moment.

"I will save you from them, but in return, all the ogres of your village must serve under me unconditionally," Veldora spoke.

"No, how can we do that?" Benimaru(not named yet), the fiery-haired ogre, protested.

"If you don't agree with the conditions, I am leaving," Veldora said, turning to walk out of the house.

"No, sir, wait! I agree," the ogre chieftain cried out, desperation in his voice.

<< Contract has been formed >>

Veldora stopped and looked back, a creepy smile spreading across his face. The smile was so unnerving that even the clowns felt a sense of unease.

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