21 21. Orc Trio Part 1

"This is boring," said the eldest orc. He realized that the two kids were just playing with Mardok when they could instantly kill the latter. "Mardok's being mocked."

The youngest of the orc clicked his tongue in utter disappointment and frustration.

Restless and frustrated, Mardok attacked thoughtlessly.

"You're boring us. I thought you would be a good warm-up for us."

Newt dodged Mardok's mace. He swerved around and initiated a counter-attack. Having a weightless weapon from both hands made it easy for the kid to cut and slash countless times in an instant.

Mardok growled for the last time, and at that time, he was able to capture Newt. Tightly choking the kid, Mardok exerted a compelling strength.

Newt gagged and struggled. He used the dagger to stab Mardok's left arm. The latter didn't budge, so Newt had to do it again and again until he almost passed out. Succeeding in freeing himself, Newt was able to cut Mardok's arm off.

"Die, you fucking ra--"

Mardok wasn't able to finish what he was going to spit as Fritz fired a shot on him. He gargled as the arrow pierced his throat. It had pierced the back of his head but, he's still able to stand up and, he was even able to pull it off. His expression says all the pain.

"What a foolish thing to do."

Mardok looked fine for a moment when he suddenly fell down the ground.

"I-impossible! The brats were able to kill Mardok!"

They shed no grief towards their fallen kind. In fact, they applauded and congratulated the two kids.

"We should have put something stronger than that pathetic Mardok."

"What's done is done. We don't go back to our words."

The orc brothers stood up. The crowd saw them surging from their seats and, they filled the colosseum with loud roaring. They went down the stage.

[The Orc Trio]

[Poldo, the eldest]

[Ork, then the second brother]

[Morg, the youngest]

"Poldo, sir, make a mess of those brats!"

"Ork, sir, will be the one to do that!"

"No, it will be, sir Morg!"

The orcs were divided into three factions. Even if they are all orcs, the number was divided but wasn't fair. At times, there could have an infernal conflict in them and, the one who'll badly lose will be the youngest since he has the smallest number of followers.

"How do you want this fight to continue? We can do a two against two or a one-on-one fight."

Fritz put his arms forward, rejecting both. "No, we'll do it two against three."

The orcs burst into laughter, taking Fritz's words as a joke.

'I regret putting my faith in them. They are just a pair of kids after all.'

'I said all that but, can we really be able to kill these pigs? Tch, forget it. I'll turn them into slices of bacon!'

Fritz began browsing his inventory. 'I'm thinking of selling this heirloom spear after this dungeon clearing. I can't afford to use and break it now.'

He browsed more to see if he had stored anything that could be used as a weapon. 'When did I put this in my inventory?'

[Severance Blade]

[Rarity: Platinum]

[Attack Damage: ???]

[A unique type of blade that was used by a sadist in the distant past.

Things or people you cut can be restored by this blade. The only way to kill a being with this blade is by the heart.]

'A sadist?! Was it Demiurgus, then? He doesn't look like it, though. I guess we really can't judge anyone based on their physical appearance and behavior.'

Morg's getting bored. He wants to start the slaughter right away without further ado.

"How long are you two going to stand there?! Aren't we going to fight now?! I'm getting tired of waiting!"

Short-tempered and can get easily provoke and agitate. That's who Morg is.

"Give them time to prepare."

The always calm type of orc but would get angry or would shout every time things did not go his way. It is Poldo whom we're talking about.

"Gonna gobble on their meat later..."

Ork seems lazy and a real fatso. Among the three of them, he's the only one who's not fit. He wears bigger armor than the usual armor plates the orcs wear.

Newt's all set and is ready to fight anytime Fritz wanted. But, the latter was still busy checking his status.

"Hey, Fritz, what are you doing? The pigs are waiting." Newt didn't say that aloud. He leaned and whispered to Fritz's ear. He doesn't want to anger them. They might order their fellow orcs to join the fight.

Fritz didn't hear a thing the orcs said. "There, all set." He added points to his agility for the last time after leveling up quite a little bit. "Okay, let's fight!"

'With all the orc here, I'll be able to reach level 20 and do Rebirth for the second time.'

There won't be a go signal to start the fight. Both sides can commence the duel anytime they want. It's up to those who want to attack first.

"Surprising as always. You have another blade. Let me use it, Fritz."

The Severance Blade has thin steel. Both edges were sharpened and polished every day. Demiurgus did a good job taking care of the blade.

"No way! This is my first time using it!"

"Come on," Newt continued nagging Fritz. But, the latter didn't let him use the blade. "Tch! You're so stingy!"

Morg's boredom caused him to throw his mace towards the two kids, who were idly chatting.

Forcefully, Fritz pushed Newt and, he leaped back. The latter falls on his butt.

"Ow, my ass hurts!" Newt stood, wiping the specks of dust off his clothes. 

"Fritz, you know, I hate this dagger-karambit combination."

"What's taking so long?!"Even the orc crowd was getting tired of waiting for the fight to start. "Just bash their skull open already!"

[Please choose a specific class...]

[Class: Assassin]

[Skill Activation: Skill Generator]

[Generating Assassin-type ability...]

[Thread of Fate]

[Skill Usage: 1]

[MP: 100]

[Skill Rarity: Silver]

[Upon usage, a thread will appear, leading the user to the path of victory. This thread is only visible to the user.]

"Dwarves who have isolated themselves from the outside world were massacred by the ferocious, ugly orcs. The dwarves whom humans betrayed and slaughtered, burning down the kingdom they built with their own sweat."

Whenever Fritz thinks about what happened to the dwarves, he can't help but sympathize with them. A sense of duty was formed inside his mind. Justice must be served upon those who betray kind people.

"Are you, partner?"

"You sound weird, but yes, I'm fricking ready!"

Since Morg threw his mace away and had no way of blocking arrows to defend himself, Fritz brought out his bow and arrow.

"Don't forget to stab through the armor's gap."

"I know that already."

Earlier, when Fritz and Newt were on their way down the fifth level, the two of them luckily found a bunch of arrows craftily made.

Fritz fired multiple shots aimed at Morg as he ran around. What he was doing wasn't easy. Moving while shooting with an arrow wasn't an easy feat. He had trained himself for that. He cast away training other weapons to the extent that perfecting how to use them just to perfect his skill at using the bow.

Two months ago, Demiurgus brought Fritz to a created training area for Fritz to learn how to precisely shoot an arrow while moving. Heavy winds and uneven paths became a challenge to Fritz.

"This is hard! I can't even land a hit at the targets!" The frustration of not hitting a single target for an entire hour was hitting him hard.

Demiurgus was enjoying his cup of tea as they talked. "I'm afraid you have to learn it yourself. I'm not giving clues." He took a sip of a newly brewed tea. "In life, it's you who seeks the answers. The answers won't look for you."

Fritz fully understands what Demiurgus meant. There are problems that can be solved with the help of others and, there are difficulties solved on their own. He began putting his mid into his practice.

"My armor's sturdy. It isn't made of some cheap metal you always see around!" Morg didn't bother defending himself. The arrows just bounce off after connecting to his armor.

"I don't think so." They might not notice what Fritz did but, he used an arrow that was magically imbued.

[Arrow's Passive: Wound Dehiscence]

[Rarity: Diamond]

[Wound of Dehiscence is a condition where a cut made during a surgical procedure separates or ruptures after it has been stitched back together. The arrow's passive is like a bomb, and the timer's already been set off. In about 15 minutes, all body organs of whomever the user wound will eviscerate.]

"Learn your lesson already-- Argh!"

Morg wasn't lying about being sturdy. The arrow's tip went past his armor, wounding his chest, where the heart's located. He could have died if it weren't for his fatty, tensile body.

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