My name is Akatosh,

…… Is it popular to give away heads?

—4E, 201, Moon of the Fire, 13th, 21:19 -

Gallus is no stranger to large humanoid monsters like "Giants", but whether he is a "nightingale" or a "consultant", he basically deals with humans, and has no intersection with this kind of grazing mammoth guy at all.

Orcs, on the other hand, are relatively familiar, and although they have a hard time amassing wealth due to their race, they have a great ability to accumulate hatred and murderous intent, so the Dark Brotherhood will occasionally have some tasks for them.

Now, outside the makeshift camp, an orc is fighting a giant.

In terms of the giant's combat power, this sentence sounds completely untenable, so two additional conditions must be added: a "relatively short" giant and an elderly orc "wearing snow-manned guard heavy armor".

It's not difficult to sneak up and kill the giants or kill both sides, but this is a deep mountain southeast of the Richie Territory, and if you let the smell of blood spread, it will attract a lot of fierce beasts, so you don't want to rest tonight until you kill all the carnivorous or rotting beasts and even monsters in the vicinity.

As for the companions: Illya was yawning, Joan of Arc looked a little sluggish as if she hadn't slept well, and the clown who made a few "hey-hey-hey" sounds from time to time was out of the picture.

"Friends! Hold on! Baragogo is here to help! ”

While Gallus was thinking, a second orc joined the fray, wearing a tall white hat, a pan in his left hand and a kitchen knife in his right, looking like a chef, but presumably no one would want to try his work.

The small giant, which could only tie with the guard orcs, immediately became stumbling after the chef orcs joined, and quickly found an opportunity to turn around and escape, while the two orcs who had no long-range attack ability could only watch its back in a daze.

"My name is Balagago Glo Nolo, 'Gourmet', and I'm going to go to the nearby 'Rajashpur' fortress to learn more about the culinary practices, are you the 'hero' there?" The cook orc said to the old orc.

"Not anymore." He replied, "I am Ufu, the 'Dead Fighter.'" ”

"Oh? So, you're going to Snow City to make a big fuss? The self-proclaimed foodie orc looked at Uuff's armor, and the reason for his amazement changed from "It's awesome to be able to fight the giants" to "It's amazing to be alive until now." ”

"Well, so to speak," Ufu replied, turning to Gallus's side, "Friends over there, thank you for not helping. ”

Sounds the opposite? Gallus frowned slightly.

"Orcs are only allowed to help their own clan when fighting, and when outsiders assist, it will be regarded as 'questioning the orc's combat effectiveness'." Illya whispered, "That's what the book says. ”

What kind of books did Sylvia read her......

"Of course, I've always admired the bravery of orcs in battle." Gallus replied to the old orc's greeting.

When they first met at the Sanctuary, Illya seemed reluctant to communicate with her out of strangeness or fear, even a little hatred, until she was affected by the chain of events in Marcus City.

Gallus couldn't remember exactly what caused the first conversation, and after reacting, "Didn't she want to ignore me not long ago?" We've talked to each other a few times.

Anyway, he was satisfied with the initial conversation with his daughter, so he left Marcas City with everyone when Twilight tried to get rid of them again.

"Friend, this place is too close to the Giant's Trail to wake up in the middle of the night by the tremors of the giants driving the mammoths passing by," said Uuff, "I hope to invite you to the nearby Rajashpur Fortress." ”

"I also happen to have some new recipes that I want to be evaluated by different races." "Gourmet" followed suit.

"Well, okay." Gallus looked at his companions and nodded in agreement when he saw that no one had an opinion.

Also, the guy named Cicero is not of a "different race" despite his strange appearance.

——22:47——

Although the old orc Ufu said "nearby", it is clear that he has a completely different understanding of this than humans.

The group trekked through the dark mountains for nearly an hour before finally seeing an "orc fortress" at the foot of the mountain.

Orc fortresses, as literally as they are, are orc settlements, and can be divided into "fortresses", "fortresses" and "villages" depending on their specific size and means of defense, but in the continuous wars for thousands of years, all the "fortresses" that can really play a military role have been destroyed like those "castles" built by the Nords, and most of what remains are "villages" with only rudimentary defenses, and what appears in front of Gallus is a gathering place surrounded by simple stone walls, Inside, there are more than a dozen simple longhouses, a few Orion huts and blacksmith shops, leather racks, and furnaces, which can barely be called "ramparts".

"Most of the orc villages are concentrated in the mountains in the southern part of Skyrim Province, although they seem to be 'banished', but in fact they are the legal residents of Skyrim Province, but they are only gathered together because they can't adapt to the living habits of the Nords, and they are extremely cohesive, and they can't be caught for experiments-hmm." Illya "endorsed" as usual, and when she found out that something was wrong, she immediately shut up, pretending that she didn't say anything.

The corners of Gallus' eyes twitched slightly, and it seemed necessary to go and talk to Sylvia...... If she wouldn't shout and kill as soon as they met.

"Ufu, my friend, your fortress looks majestic, but why is it still lit up at such a late hour?" "Gourmet" Balagogo Glo Nolo asked, confused.

From the hillside, the inside of the rampart is easily visible, where many orcs in different costumes are gathering in the square in the middle of the rampart, holding torches, and the rhythmic sound of drums can be faintly heard.

"It looks like a sacrifice to Malacath, but it shouldn't be held so late," Ufu replied confusedly, "Could it be that the rules have changed in the years since I left?" ”

This doubt did not last long, and was directly solved when the group passed by the gate guard and was allowed to enter.

"Ahh Surrounded by orcs with torches in front of the altar in the middle of the square, the orc chieftain raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the gate: "In the oracle of Malaces, there are two ...... that can help us eliminate the threat of giants Five travelers have arrived! ”

Well? Gallus didn't care about the "giant threat", he looked at the people around him suspiciously, could it be that this chief didn't know how to count?

—14th, 5:40]

Having been warmly welcomed by the orc fortress and resting at night, Gallus woke up early in the morning with little resistance to being asked to help the chief "destroy a group of giants".

Illya and Joan of Arc also have no opinion on this, and Cicero's opinion has no reference value, he even said "It's better to take this opportunity to kill Maracais~hehehehe~"

Well, he really couldn't imitate how to put symbols in his words.

As for this incident, in a nutshell, there is a common altar of Maraches "nearby" the fortress, and I don't know which small village fool used a kind of grass seeds that attract mammoths during the sacrifice, and those grass seeds attract a large number of mammoths to come and forage after they grow, followed by the giants who raise them, so the "Giant's Trail" used to pass the mammoths in the mountains made a sharp turn, and the giants who passed by all used the small valley where the altar was located as a temporary resting place, as for the consequences......

Furious at this, Malaces sent an oracle asking the "strongest", "wisest" and "most handsome" chieftain in the vicinity, "Yamaz of Ragashpur", to destroy the giants and remove the weeds and clean the altar.

Yamaaz thought that although he was the most powerful orc in the neighborhood, he could not fight against more than three giants at the same time, and asked Malaces for additional reinforcements, so the "Gourmet" and "Ufu" who were already nearby came straight for their own legitimate reasons, and the members of the Brotherhood who only wanted to come for a night were completely encircled by him.

This at least says ...... Maracus is more "close to the people" and can even bargain with oracles, Gallus thought.

————

After arriving at the altar, Gallus understood why the demon god was angry, whether it was a giant or a mammoth, there was no hygienic practice, the valley where the altar was located was completely in shambles, and the altar statue of the demon god holding a giant hammer and posing was also used as a toilet by them.

Luckily, or very lucky, the giants and mammoths were still in a clean and tidy place, with only four giants roaming there, while the mammoths they raised were herding further away in the meadows.

One for one person? No problem.

Although Gallus did not want to see Cicero, he had to admit that his combat qualities were still qualified, and they understood each other's battle arrangements with just one eye contact, and each jumped away in the opposite direction.

At this moment, the giants also spotted the intruder and rushed over with a howl.

Boom! Boom!

"Vulnerable." "Hey, hey, hey~ (hearts)"

Although the giants were large in size and most of their physiology was completely different from that of humans, their throats and heads were equally important, and after Gallus and Cicero easily leaped to the ground, and each put away the sword of the red eagle and the mad poker, the two giants finally fell to the ground clutching their throats.

It takes the two of them to work together, and even with the help of Illya's magic, Gourmet and Ufu are surprised to kill a giant.

"Hehehe, thank you so much." Chief Yamaz, who had single-handedly dealt with a giant, somehow withdrew from the valley where the altar was located: "Lord Maracus has decided to abandon this altar and allow me to build a new altar in Ragashpur, and I will be His saint in the mortal world. ”

What do you mean? Gallus was a little confused, because it didn't seem like a tone of thanks at all.

"Congratulations, Chief," Ufu and the gourmand congratulated without suspicion.

"Oh, my lord has decided to purify this altar completely, and make sure that its appearance surrounded by filth will never be revealed," Yamaz said, raising the hammer in his hand, "as long as you 'outsiders' disappear here." ”

A majestic pillar of green light appeared above the altar, large enough to envelop the entire valley, and two thin beams of light were pointing at Gallus and Cicero, and some kind of devastating energy was converging in the sky.

"You can't do that—" "Damn! It's a disgrace to the orcs! "The gourmand and the Ufu seem to be restrained by some irresistible force and unable to move, after all, Malaces is the main god of the orcs.

"Don't succeed ......" "Hehe~Mother~ Can you kill him?" ~ (Spades)" Gallus and Cicero were not completely restrained, but their speed became unusually slow, and it was difficult to visually break out of the lock of the green light.

"This human cub has been standing outside the valley, but it's more troublesome, it seems that I can only do it myself!" Yamaz swung his hammer and smashed it at Illya in front of him.

"Illya—" Although his daughter has the "power of the nightingale" to protect her, Gallus is unsure if she will be able to block a blow from a demon saint wielding a magical artifact.

Bang, the huge orc warhammer was easily caught by a slender palm, naturally it was not Illya, she squatted down directly and held her head with both hands when she saw the giant hammer smashing over.

"Hmm...... I don't know if to say it......" Gallus saw Joan of Arc, who had been motionless, suddenly snatch the hammer from Yamaz's hand with quick movements, and tossed it in spite of its weight.

"Who are you! When was it here? The orc chief's voice was filled with horror, and the green pillar of light in the air began to shrink rapidly after a pause.

Although Joan of Arc has been lazy and lacking in energy since yesterday morning, it is not so unpresenceless, right? If it weren't for the inappropriate circumstances, the bewildered Gallus would have almost asked the question.

"Hey, hey~ (hearts)" Cicero seemed to explain to Gallus and said to himself: "It seems that she is very powerful, and she found out in advance that this chief has bad intentions~ (hearts)"

"Let's talk about it," Joan of Arc leaned slightly, then threw the hammer at the green light in the sky that was about to escape, "Thank you! ”

Boom –

The green light, which had been accurately hit by the hammer, shuddered slightly, and then suddenly exploded in all directions, and the gourmet, Ufu, and Yamaz burst into tears in an instant.