Ocs, or orcs are creatures that are the complete opposite of beautiful and graceful elves, they are synonymous with ugliness and filth.

Dressed in dirty leather armor, with ugly and hideous faces, and with a clumsy and short body, he straddled a gray wolf, and as far as the eye could see, a total of four orcs in the woods were rapidly approaching this place.

When one of them passed by the wild boar that was restrained and struggling, he swung the iron sword in his hand, and simply cut off the head of the screaming wild boar, rolling like a ball and staining the dead leaves, and the rich smell of blood was emanating.

Having "seen" this dark creature in Arettir made Charles subconsciously think of the word orc, and he also had a sense of déjà vu about it.

And this feeling is especially strong when you see it with your own eyes at this moment.

But now is not the time to think about it.

Although there are many obstacles in the woods, the speed of the gray wolf seems to have little effect, and at the same time, the footsteps are silent, and the gallop is full of silence.

Charles, who was held tightly in his arms, frowned.

I don't know what the situation will be in the future, but for now, he can only control one shadow for the time being, and he can't control many at the same time

That is, in the face of these enemies, he can only deal with one at a time.

At this time, Charles habitually ignored other factors and was thinking in his old style.

However, the next development of the situation was destined to exceed his expectations.

……

Seeing the vicious orcs approaching, Charles hooked the index finger of his swaddling right hand, and saw the wolves running directly in front of him snort and step into the footsteps of the wild boar not long ago.

But the dwarf orc it was riding on it deftly rolled over on the ground, and then roared and rushed with an axe.

The three figures riding wolves around him swept by in an instant, faster than him!

Whoosh——!

At this moment, the sound of arrows breaking through the air suddenly sounded in my ears, and I saw a feathered arrow suddenly come out of his side and stick to the slit left eye of one of the orcs in the blink of an eye!

The giant wolf under it was still running, but the orc on its body was suddenly soaring into the air because of the tremendous force carried by the arrow, so that it staggered for such a moment, and then fell to the ground with a scream!

Less than a second later, another arrow shot out! The orc was on guard, but the arrow still stuck in its neck without hindrance, splattering black blood!

In just a second or two, he killed two enemies, but because the distance was so short, there was only one orc cavalry and two gray wolves more than a meter tall already rushing towards him!

In the face of this, the female elf Arettir had no fear, threw her bow and arrow on the ground casually, and quickly grasped the two sword hilts from her waist with both hands, and then she rolled on the spot, dodging the mace swing of the orc cavalry, and at the same time, she deftly moved to the gap between the two charging wolves!

At this moment, the weapon she clenched with both hands had already rolled out of its sheath, and it was held horizontally on both sides of her arms, so that the two giant wolves who were charging at great speed were caught off guard, because the force of inertia was cut open by the blade in an instant!

In the miserable whimper, blood splattered, and the two wolves who couldn't stop the car slammed into the two thick tree trunks behind them!

This was just a moment of effort, and the battle seemed to have been finalized, but Arityl did not stop moving, but twisted his waist and limbs, and threw a clenched short sword in his hand behind him in an instant without looking!

Poof——!

The time was too short, and the orc cavalry who was the first to charge was clamping the wolf to turn the corner, but before it was done, it was stabbed into the head by this instantaneous sharp secret weapon, and then fell to the wolf with a convulsion!

The four orc cavalry were menacing, but the process was only a few seconds, and the third had already gone, and the remaining half-orc, who could only run because he was restrained by the charr, rushed to the vicinity at this moment, but was easily dodged by the female elf with a sideways turn, and at the same time, the last slender short sword left in his hand was not idle, and he simply stabbed into the orc's heart part that passed sideways, and then decisively let go.

With the dull sound of a sharp weapon digging deep into the flesh, the force of inertia made the orc with a sword in his chest subconsciously run a few steps, and finally fell to his knees with a pop, trembling for a moment, and then collapsed.

The battle is over.

……

The slight panting sound didn't seem to be too draining, and Charles in the elf's arms was stunned by the fluencing array of battles.

He thought that this encounter would be a very difficult process, but he didn't expect this cheap mother to be so powerful?

It's not that Charles hasn't seen the market, it's just that the contrast between the front and back is very great.

In fact, while killing the enemy, the female elf Arettir protected the Charles in her arms very closely, except for the first time when she rolled on the ground and squeezed, other actions did not cause any discomfort to the Charles at all.

A little surprised, but Arettir who was holding him didn't feel any smugness, but instead glanced at the dead orcs around him, and his face became quite puzzled.

"Why is this filthy stuff here? How do they break through the defenses? ”

She muttered, stooped down to retrieve the weapons scattered on the ground, stabbed the wolf to death (and one was already scared away with its tail between its legs), and turned and led Charles towards the forest house.

That's right, the direction of the house.

Although five minutes ago, she was still running away from home, but now, after being attacked by the orcs, that kind of thing can only be abandoned for the time being.

She was relatively far away from getting out of the forest called South Elmos, but the cabin in the woods that she had just left was closer.

It's safer and more discreet.

Of course, if Arettir knew that these orcs were not passing by, but were running specifically to find someone, she probably wouldn't have thought so.

Speeding all the way, there is no longer the leisurely comfort of the previous rush, and even the hem is torn off a large part because of the white skirt in the way, making the new mother's figure shuttling through the woodland look extremely dexterous.

So much so that within half an hour, the two returned to the house.

Then they saw Eor hurrying out of the house built beneath the wooded hills

The dark elf, nicknamed the Dark Elf, was dressed in swarthy black close-fitting chain mail, covered with a black cloak, and fully equipped with a bow and sword, making him look fully armed.

Originally, his face was full of anxiety, but when he met Arettir like this, he was subconsciously stunned.

Arettir was embarrassed by this, after all, her style at this time was really thought-provoking, but she sometimes seemed to be very smart, and when her brain moved, she hurriedly said: "There are Orc spies here, I am afraid of accidents, so I took the child and hid." ”

"Then why did you want to come back?" Eolle asked, and he didn't think much of it.

"Because it's not safe outside, I ran into a team of Orcs in my hideout." Arettir replied, then asked, "Why did you come back?" ”

"I found traces of orc cavalry halfway through, I'm worried about you."

Eore said, his eyes looking a little absent-minded.

Even after standing still for a moment, his face became very gloomy, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword at his waist was bruised, as if he had thought of something bad.

Then he suddenly raised his head and said in a solemn tone, "You are right, Arityr, we should indeed let the child meet his uncle." ”

He seemed to sense something, but Arettir didn't ask much, because it represented the transformation of his runaway from home from an "illegal" operation to an official authorization, so the elf raised the corners of her mouth, then nodded busily, and began to follow Eore back to the house to clean up.

Unlike Arettir's preparations when he ran away from home, this time they were more prepared by Eol. A change of clothes, a reasonable weapon that doesn't take up too much weight, and plenty of food supplies.

The Dark Elves even pulled two black and white spotted ponies out of the woods behind the small hill outside the house.

If it weren't for the tight schedule, I guess he could have prepared more.

The group hurried on the road.

The first journey went smoothly, and there were no accidents, but when the moonlight appeared out of the forest at night, they immediately turned around and quickly returned to the forest without hesitation.

For outside the woodland, a dense group of no less than fifty orc cavalry was staring at everything in the forest from the hills not far away.

When they saw these two elves, they burst into their mouths with a terrible cry like night owls, and then they saw the gray wolves rushing towards the forest fiercely!

Orcs are weak in the sun, and it is difficult to travel, and it is only at night that they become normal.

So the ones who had arrived in the forest during the day were just their vanguards.