Sometimes, I have to call Madara "Queen." ”

The queen liked the little orcs and liked to call them gnomes, because these little men knew how to serve women.

For example, the queen likes to lie in the shallow stream and bathe in the shallow stream, letting the fluorescent liquid flow quietly over her fair body.

At this time, the little orc will massage every part of his master's body with his gentle hands and feet, and the dwarf will be energetic with his enthusiastic work.

When she had finished bathing, the queen lay naked on the leafy bed.

The green leaves that make the bed are the topmost leaves on the fluorescent tree that are collected. The surface temperature of the leaves varies with the climate to maintain a constant temperature of the tree.

Perhaps not because of the heat at all, the queen likes to bathe. So, she repeatedly lay down in the stream every day, and then finished the bath with a shiver in a soft moan.

Tired and tired, the little orcs often sweat profusely.

When she could be quiet, she would call all the attendants out, leaving me alone.

She chatted with me and said, "Do you know why I like gnomes?"

"I want to hear about it. ”

"A long time ago, the people listened to the rumors of the sorcerers and sacrificed women to the gods, and a dwarf named Red Sun had his head cut off by the priests in order to save his beloved woman. ”

"He died a terrible death, but it was very touching. "After listening to the story, I said.

"He didn't die, his skull burned into a fireball. He will protect me until I die. The queen said, already in tears. I could not bear to disturb the queen any longer, and respectfully stepped back alone.

When parting, the queen said to me, "You have to protect Madara." ”

Fluorescent trees, shining grass, and brilliant flowers can be seen more clearly at night than by day.

The queen is going to sleep, and all the orcs will retreat, including me.

I had nowhere else to go but to stand in the Queen's Mansion until she woke up and called me in.

I also like this, because standing in the building and waiting, the wind is warm at night.

In the distance, in the distance, all could be heard was the terrible moaning of the beast.

Of course, the place they choose is dark. This made me lonely when I was standing in the light.

The guarding orcs also like to hide in the dark, waiting for the intruder to appear.

The murderer is someone else, and the intruder is a behemoth.

Porcupines weighing more than a dozen tons often break here.

The porcupine is obese, and its back is densely packed with golden hollow spines, which are particularly thick and long, and several orcs with broken intestines are often hung on them.

The vigilant old man began to summon all the orcs and lit torches, but unexpectedly, the burned porcupine attack became even more frenzied.

The ground was littered with torches from the wounded, and many triangular buildings began to burn.

So, the old man called some of the orcs to the river to draw water.

The whole tribe was thrown into confusion, and another groan of pain began to sound.

Now Madara is safe. As a guard, I need to wait for the Queen's orders.

The Queen's pavilion finally moved, and a strong pillar of fire shot out from the round window.

"Bang!" the porcupine fell to the ground, crushing down a flaming pavilion and raising up golden dust, and it let out a scream. The pillar of fire pierced through its massive body, and what appeared to be a small cavernous wound gurgled with blood.

The brave orcs began to rush up like ants, picking up their spears and stabbing and slashing. Break the thick skin of the porcupine. Move a large rock to smash the wound, and dig out the bloody and smelly internal organs from the cavernous wound. The porcupine becomes spasmodic during several intense painful struggles...... The dying porcupine eventually died, and the air began to fill the air with the smell of charred corpses and the strong smell of blood.

It turns out that the queen is not a simple woman, the hot kind.

The night did not end, and there was groaning everywhere.

The voices of wounded orcs and mourning for their victims mingled with the cries of children, and the orcs busily carried away the broken porcupine carcass, extinguished the fire, and began to clean up the ruins after the disaster.