Sword God (2)
The small dagger in my hand was unremarkable, but the result it produced was astonishing.
“Kyaek!”
The orc’s filthy scream echoed through the narrow prison cell.
In an instant, the situation unfolded. The eyes of those left in the prison cell stirred with shock.
“H-how did the youngest…?”
“Did he hide his strength?!”
“I didn’t see it at all!”
The mercenaries’ exclamations of shock were amusing.
But there was no time to respond immediately.
The reason was simple. Even if I had dealt a valid attack, the monster’s life hadn’t been cut off yet. Even now, it glared with killing intent.
Hung!
Thanks to the right shoulder being completely severed, the thing immediately thrust out its left fist. The sound of cleaving the air was fierce. If I allowed the attack, it wouldn’t end with a few days of recovery.
Swish!
I spun my body quickly. At the same time, the fist that grazed past.
'...!'
Was it the effect of the trait?
A 'light' sparkled on the large rotating orc’s body.
And the sensation that the monster’s movements appeared slow. This was also the power of the trait.
'Now!'
From the moment I gripped the dagger, my body felt as light as a feather. An indescribable confidence surged.
The result was obvious.
Puak! Chwaak!
Behind the large movement, there is always a gap. Realizing this fact, my dagger stabbed into the orc’s neck.
“K, kyaek!”
Plop!
And the orc collapsed with its last breath.
“Haah, haah.”
Sticky and disgusting blood soaked my face. It might have been unpleasant, but rather, my heart was pounding.
'It’s possible. It’s doable.'
It was just a battle with one orc. It was an indoor battle disadvantageous to a large guy, but I gained great confidence.
'I am stronger than I imagined.'
From the moment I gripped the dagger, I felt an endless blessing sweeping over me. I couldn’t help but understand what it meant.
The powers of numerous traits were stronger than I thought.
Puuk! Puuk!
After stabbing the fallen orc several more times with the dagger, I wiped off the blood covering my face.
Confirmation kill.
If it were a game, the dead monster would have turned into light and disintegrated, but here it was no longer a game, but reality. It was inevitable for me.
Swish.
I stood up and looked around.
The bewildered faces of the men who hadn’t yet fully grasped the situation appeared. I whispered to them briefly.
“Let’s get out. Now.”
“Y-yes! That’s right!”
Because of the overwhelming faith shown after, perhaps.
Even though it was my youngest’s nonsensical command, the men imprisoned with me immediately answered.
“I… Youngest. What do you plan to do now?”
It was the question of the middle-aged man with a shaggy beard. He had a haggard appearance because he hadn’t properly washed or eaten for several days.
“First, we have to escape from here. Right now, immediately.”
“E-escape? Now? Are you going to break through the monsters?”
“If we don’t leave now, we die. Definitely.”
“...!”
The mercenaries swallowed dryly at the emotionless voice.
I had just sliced through an orc with an old dagger.
They probably didn’t know why either. A rookie mercenary who had been seen until now, a greenhorn mercenary, had killed an orc single-handedly.
“Do the monsters not know? The leader is also injured.”
“The important thing is that it’s not that. I guarantee that if we stay quietly here, we die.”
“I will follow the youngest! I don’t want to become their horrible food!”
“M-me too!”
All their intentions aligned. Even Hans, who had a pained expression on his face from the pain, nodded his head, so what more to say.
Right away, the half-open prison door was in sight.
“Arming ourselves is the top priority. Even at dawn, there would be guards at the entrance.”
“R-right. It’s not a normal orc, it’s a Red Orc.”
“Orcs will store their spoils, that is, weapons, in the warehouse. We need to arm ourselves minimally from there.”
The following explanation of mine was extremely simple. There was no fool in this place who couldn’t understand what I said.
“Youngest, how do you know the orc’s ecology in such detail? You’re a mercenary who just took your first steps… .”
“Is that important right now?”
All eyes turned to the one who spoke.
“...!”
The man who felt the silent pressure shrank his neck like a lizard, and I moved towards the half-open door.
Kkiik, deulkeung!
The damn old door.
The will to suppress noise as much as possible was shattered, but fortunately, there was no orc reacting to the sound of the prison door opening.
'Truly disgusting.'
It was the first impression of facing the outside world since entering the prison, except for the view from the window inside the prison.
Orc camp. In the game, the place called orc camp was boasting of an extremely vile environment.
Since they didn’t have the concept of a bathroom, is there any need to say more?
Tadak!
Small torches were burning at intervals in the camp. Hiding our bodies in the darkness by avoiding the dim light, we scanned the surroundings.
'There it is!'
Finding the warehouse wasn’t particularly difficult.
It was because there were no orcs roaming inside the camp and the torches illuminated the darkness a little.
I approached the warehouse quietly and slightly pushed the large iron door.
Kung!
Contrary to expectations, the warehouse door opened easily, and everyone let out a sigh of relief.
“Enter.”
“Okay!”
The warehouse was surprisingly spacious. Thanks to the moonlight seeping through the opened window, the interior was bright. It was a blessing born from misfortune.
“My sword! I have my sword!”
“Damn. My battle axe and shield were here too.”
The men who entered the warehouse kept stroking their respective weapons.
'I...'
I stood in the center of the warehouse and rolled my eyes.
Because I had no memory of fighting with orcs, I didn’t even know what weapon I had been using.
“Eh?”
Meanwhile, I discovered a peculiar sword.
It was a black sword. The other men didn’t even pay attention, so it seemed like a sword that had lost its owner, but it was a high-quality item with a refined feel.
Sreung!
Without time to hesitate, I picked up the sword. And when I slightly drew the sword, the pitch-black blade came into view.
'Even if I don’t know swords well, it’s a good item?'
First, the appearance. A heavy long sword in black. The elegant and fine curves were beautiful. Moreover, the heavy and balanced weight made it seem like it was boasting of being an ordinary item.
'I don’t know.'
Yeah, anyway, I had to take it. But even glancing at it, the one who would roll with this sword wasn’t that kind of person. That point somewhat bothered me.
“Done. It’s not the time to worry about that.”
A chuckle came out.
My nose is a cubit long, so what does it matter what the material of the weapon is. I just pick it up since it’s in front of me.
I sheathed the sword at my waist and looked around. The men were in a tense state with their weapons armed.
'Is it possible?'
I moved my steps slowly and thought.
This place was no longer inside the game, but a reality facing me. Then, after escaping, how should I survive?
Where to live? Money? Since it was said to be a noble’s son, should I go to the family?
Questions continued to arise.
But soon I shook my head.
'For now, let’s focus on escaping.'
Kkiik!
I pushed the half-closed warehouse door. The wooden door opened wide with the sound of rusty hinges.
“Lower the sound as much as possible.”
“Understood.”
A voice like whispering. The voice that pierced between the chirping of crickets made all the men nod their heads.
Chuwabok.
I stepped carefully. The outside of the warehouse still had the same scenery as before.
'Should I say it’s fortunate?'
Orcs have dull senses. It felt like a race that invested all in their strength. Moving like this was all thanks to that.
How long had I been walking stealthily?
“The exit is visible!”
An exclamation like a scream from one man rang out.
Indeed, the part of the fence that was awkwardly set up in front was visible. It was an awkward shape, but there was also a post like a sentry post.
I didn’t relax my tension and looked around.
It was strange. The orc camp I remembered wasn’t such a lenient place.
First, even if the orcs’ intelligence was at a pitiful level, they were careful about the camp’s boundaries. Immediately, all living beings except their own kind were their enemies.
Second, the atmosphere inside the camp was too quiet. No matter how sleepy the orcs were, there was no patrol.
“We survived, we survived!”
“Get out, get out of this hell first!”
“Wait! Everyone stop!”
A sharp shout rang out from my mouth.
Or not, even Hans, who was in pain, threw his body towards the outside of the camp recklessly.
Whuuuung!
Swish!
“...!”
It was right then that a huge axe flying in, larger than a human male, came flying.
“Kkyuek! Human! Idiot!”
It was a voice like scraping iron. The voice that was cold enough to dig into the bones was clearly heard in my ears standing in the center.
The owner of the voice was the huge orc I had seen during the day.
The warrior or chieftain-like guy was walking leisurely towards the entrance of the camp with a thud. Then, finally, he stood with his back to the camp and his cool red light shone.
“Human! Kill!”
I couldn’t even open my mouth. The men who had their necks severed in an instant kept appearing in my field of vision.
“Hans, Johnson, Miguel.”
And even the old comrades whose names I didn’t even know. They had tragically left this world with the axe thrown by that big guy.
Why?
It had only been a few words exchanged in the prison for three days, but facing their deaths, my blood cooled. For some unknown reason, my spine was creepy. I intuitively sensed that this feeling was not fear.
“Kkyuek!”
“Kkyuek!”
Thud! Thud! Thud!
At the same time, countless orcs appeared one after another. They seemed to have planned to drag us out of the prison cell from the beginning.
“Was it a trap?”
For some reason, I thought the situation was going too smoothly. Looking at the small post in the corner of the fence, several headless corpses were rolling on the floor.
“Kkyuek! It’s not a trap! It’s a hunting festival!”
“Kkyuek!”
“Kkyuek!”
Kkuuk.
The noisy laughter of the orcs. Seeing that sight, the hand gripping the sword’s handle naturally gained strength.
To survive, I had to think.
Run away?
It wasn’t a good choice. The problem was whether I could safely evade their pursuit.
'Fight.'
Standing in front of the anger that had frozen my whole body, I maintained an astonishingly calm mind. The trait Calm and Clear Mirror Still Water were working properly even in this moment.
'Kill. All of them.'
Soon I made a decision.
'Rely on the trait. Rather, fighting would have higher chances.'
The probability of successfully escaping was extremely low. I judged the current situation coldly.
Sreung!
The sword I had obtained a few minutes ago revealed its body to the world with a clear sound.
The pitch-black blade that reflected no light fit well in the humid dawn scene.
“Kkyuek? Weak human! Don’t run!”
“Kkyeuk! Boring! Boring!”
The orcs’ tone dripping with arrogance. Standing in front of them, I was clearly aiming at the enemy.
“Yeah.”
Once I decided, a rather calm tone flowed out.
Of course, there was a bit of worry. It was just that the power of the trait I had, had calmed my mind even more than before.
“Kkyuek! The weakest human! Only one left!”
The orcs scanned me with their wriggling red eyes. My brows furrowed with displeasure that seemed to be felt just by meeting their gaze.
'The weakest human?'
A chuckle came out from the voice of the ones stepping on my leg.
They seemed not to have fully grasped the situation yet. They didn’t know that the one who looked the youngest and weakest would have full determination.
“I am not the weakest prey of yours… .”
I raised the sword. Facing dozens of orcs, information about the battlefield, enemies, and their weapons flashed in my mind.
“Enemy.”