"Otta, stay away from that kobold, and don't let it bite you. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

On the long blue stone street, a woman shouted loudly.

More than 20 meters away from an old tree, surrounded by more than a dozen villagers, on the tree, tied to a dog-headed monster, covered with brown and yellow fur on the body, the limbs are strangely twisted but very thick, the black nails are very sharp, but it is bloodstained and dying at this time, let the villagers hit the body with stones, only occasionally struggle, indicating that it is still alive.

As soon as the woman's voice rang out, a young man in the crowd immediately shouted, "Yes, Mommy." ”

Immediately after that, out of the crowd emerged a young man, fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a brown sleeveless linen tunic and a brownish-yellow leather belt that closely resembled the kobold's fur from the trees.

He had a wooden sheath at his waist and a dagger in his hand, and when he got out of the crowd, he rubbed the blood on the sole of his shoe, and ran over with it in the sheath.

"Mommy, Daddy, when are they coming back?" asked Orta, raising her little face, stroking her long brown hair that was almost covering her eyes.

Ota's mother was a plump and large-boned woman, with long tan hair coiled behind her head, blue eyes, and wheat-colored skin, and she still looked beautiful at the age of thirty-five or sixteen.

When her son Otta asked about his father, her face was full of happiness, and she replied with a smile: "Come on, your father's hunting party has been out for seven days, and if nothing else, it should be back this evening." ”

Thinking that her husband would be able to return home today, Ota's mother, Avril, looked at the basket in her hand, which contained potatoes, kale, a piece of beef, and a few loaves of bread, which had been specially prepared to welcome her husband back safely, every time.

Ota also smiled, every time his father came back from hunting, he would bring back some very strange and fun little gifts.

For example, a small blue mouse that can fly, a white frog that keeps singing when it comes out of the water, and a small stone that emits a fragrance......

His favorite weapons were the weapons used by his father and uncle in the Demon Squad, including sharp swords, heavy spears, short-handled wheel axes, and shields with hideous beast heads......

As soon as he saw this, he couldn't help but feel his blood welling up, fantasizing that one day he would be able to join his father's demon squad to fight alongside him, piercing his sharp spears into the hearts of orcs and watching them fall in front of him, while behind him, the villagers they guarded with their lives, chanting the names of these warriors and cheering enthusiastically.

Whenever he saw the villagers and their mothers, rushing to the outside of the village to cheer for his father's demon squad, the heroic triumphant scene made him tremble more than once, and it was irrepressible excitement.

This picture has been deeply imprinted in his mind, and the tall and heroic image of his father has become his life's goal, a beacon on his life path, and will always shine on his progress.

"Mom, I'm continuing to practice my assassination swordsmanship with kobolds. Otta's eyes lit up when she heard that her father was about to return.

He had to work harder and be more fierce in order to impress his father and allow him to join the demon slayer to fight, to kill the orcs who often haunt the fields and fields, and let the orcs who often attack the villagers know how powerful he is 'Ota'.

"Be careful not to let it bite you, or the fangs in its mouth will kill you, you know?"

Avril did not dissuade her son, because she knew that there was only one choice to survive on this glorious continent, either to be eaten by the orcs, or to kill the orcs to keep herself alive.

And she did not hesitate to choose the latter, that is, to kill the orcs to keep herself alive, this is not only her choice, but the choice of all the races in the entire Radiant Continent.

There is no way, seventy percent of the land on the continent is under the control of the orcs, who do not know how to sow seeds, do not know how to build, and can only hunt humans for nothing to fill their bellies.

Fortunately, the Terrans have established a city-state, established a fortress, and have defensive measures, so that they can gradually live in peace, and the village where they live is the outermost part of the city-state's jurisdiction.

Although there was land to cultivate, it was also bordered by orcs, which made it often cross canyons or mountains, risking being strangled by humans to raid villages, rob them of food, take women captive, and eat men.

They have only one purpose, and that is to survive the long winter that is coming.

In the same way, Ota is just a microcosm of the millions of young people on this continent who aspire to become demons.

Ota pushed aside the crowd, pulled out the dagger in front of everyone, and then, as his father said, his eyes should always keep an eye on the enemy's every move, especially the opponent's eyes, to stare at them to death, to make the other party feel the murderous aura in your eyes, so that it does not dare to look directly at you, or even look at you.

Outa thought in his heart: the momentum should be strong, the shot should be fast, the force should be left behind, the eyes should see the six roads, and the ears should listen to the eight directions......

"Brother Otta, why are you back again?" a child's voice sounded behind Otta.

"I'm going to use this kobold to practice swordsmanship and murderous aura, Brother Iron Man, if you want to learn, I can teach you. ”

Ota didn't look back, and when he heard the voice, he knew that it was Uncle Tie Han's son Tie Nan who spoke, and his father, Uncle Tie Han, was also a member of the demon team, and his father was a brother who had experienced life and death.

"I don't want to learn swordsmanship, Iron Man likes axes, Iron Man wants to be like his father, pick a big piece, pick a big piece of ......."

"Alright, you go find an axe, and we'll practice with it. Ota stabbed suddenly, his eyes glaring at the kobold viciously, and he did not forget his father's teachings as he spoke.

"Hmm," Tetsuo nodded heavily and ran away to find the axe.

"Orta, give this monster some more blood, don't let it get better, your Aunt Sangla was bitten to death by it. A villager shouted behind him.

"Yes, Orta, skin it and make it into armor or a pair of boots, real warriors wear armor, Ota don't you aspire to become a respected demon warrior?

"Ota, I heard that orcs can occasionally find magic beads in their brains, why don't you knock on its brains and take a look, if you can find them, you can sell them for money, I heard that there are many people in the castle who are buying them. ”

The villagers behind him are all old and weak, and they can no longer go to the farmland, so they can only repair some farm tools and equipment in the village.

Hearing their discussion, Orta smiled and did not respond.

Although he has not personally gone into battle to kill the enemy, he is not lacking in this knowledge, after all, his father is the captain of the demon team, and he naturally knows more than ordinary people.

Kobolds are the lowest beings among the orcs, and it is impossible to give birth to magic beads in the skull, only those orcs who give birth to low wisdom are possible. And this magic bead is actually the kind of stone with a fragrance, a crystal, which contains mysterious energy that can make people crazy.

I don't know exactly what Orta is, but I heard from my father that magic beads are the foundation of orc enlightenment, and now the human race is trying to use these magic beads, and has made some weapons that can use magic beads, so the village occasionally encounters a few merchants from the city-state who specialize in buying these magic beads.

"Snort, snort, sneer......"

Ota stabbed again and again in a fighting posture, thinking about the skills and experience taught by his father, he shot extremely fast and had spare strength, this set of close combat methods he had been practicing since he was nine years old, and he had been practicing for six years now, so he was very familiar with it.

At this moment, what he has to practice is only the mastery of strength, and he does not need to practice various postures and dodging skills, he only needs to find a few important parts such as the throat, heart, eyebrows, eyes, and back of the skull.

Because he knew that killing an orc did not require all his strength, if it was a throat, he only needed to exert five points of strength, but only if the throat was cut accurately. If it is the heart, it must use eight points of strength, because the chest muscles of the orcs are very hard and thick, and if the strength is small, it will not be able to pierce the heart, and it will not be able to kill in one move.

Of course, this is based on his current age, and when he grows stronger, maybe he only needs three points of strength.

I saw the sharp dagger snake stabbing out as lightly as a core, and then pierced the fur above the kobold's heart and then retracted, and the fur only oozed a drop of blood after a few strands of hair floated down, and the kobold didn't seem to feel pain, and his eyelids didn't lift a bit.

"Isn't it dead?" asked a few villagers watching from the sidelines, suspiciously.

Orta placed the dagger flat under its nose, and saw a mist spot suddenly appear on the smooth surface of the mirror-like blade, so he pulled back the dagger and shook his head:

"It's not dead yet, it has a breath. ”

"Oh, it's a game of death, Ota, you go ahead and stab, it's better to bleed it and let it suffer some torture before killing it. An old man with a thin face like a knife said hatefully.

Orta turned around and saw that it was an old man who had migrated from a foreign country, his son and daughter-in-law had died at the hands of the orcs on the way to the migration, and he was left alone as a lonely old man, no wonder he hated the orcs so much.

Ota nodded sympathetically, "I won't let it live and continue to mutilate the villagers, don't worry, old man." ”

The old man nodded tremblingly, revealing a grateful smile.

"Brother Ota, look over there. Iron Man didn't find the axe, but at this time he was carrying a guillotine knife in his hand, and after shouting out to Ota, he stopped and pointed to the entrance of the village.

At the same time, a roar was heard from the distant mountains, followed by the muffled sound of a horn.

"Bell Bell Bell ......"

The alarm bell hanging at the entrance of the village also rang rapidly, and in the wooden houses on both sides of the street, many women, children and children ran out in a panic, looking at the alarm bell hanging at the entrance of the village.

"Look, it's Uncle Seymour, and he's injured. Tetsuo shouted nervously, and ran over.

"Brush"

Just as Ota also turned and ran towards the entrance of the village, the kobold opened his eyes immediately after hearing the roar.

It was bloodshot and cloudy eyes, with no sanity but a fierce light, and it began to struggle frantically as if it had received some order, and its mouth responded with a low roar.

Avril ran as fast as she could, picked up Seymour, who had fallen to the ground, and asked anxiously, "Seymour, why are you injured? Why did you come back alone? What about the rest of the Demon Squad? Where is Orta's father?"

"Uncle Seymour," Orta squeezed in, he had a very good relationship with Seymour, and when Seymour was free to teach him how to practice throwing knives and jump and jump, he was the most dexterous and fastest of the demon squad.

Seymour clutched his abdomen, where his leather armor had been completely scratched, and blood was bubbling out of a bloody gash that flowed out of his hand. There were several wounds on the shoulders and back, and from the shattered leather armor, the flesh inside had turned green, and the skin around it was swollen and shiny, from the bite of the orcs.

"Let's go, run for your life, go to Xiluo Village...... Find your brother and tell him, ahem... The orcs are attacking, and they are already ...... Out of the Beast Mountain....."

Seymour coughed heavily, his voice getting weaker and weaker.

"Woo woo woo", the sound of the horn and the roar of the earth-shattering beast sounded one after another, and on the mountain, the black and oppressive strong beast shadow ran and rushed down from the mountain.

Avril and Ota's faces turned white, and many of the villagers cried out in despair, and the frightened children cried out, fear and grief enveloping these kind and helpless women and children.

"Seymour, Seymour," Avril was stunned for a moment, then shouted as she shook Seymour's body.

Seymour rolled his eyes, a little delirious.

"Where are their good brothers? Where's Otta's father?" yelled Avril.

"Die... It's all ... He's dead...... Both..."

"Seymour!" Avril closed his eyes slightly, and her own eyes instantly turned red, and bean-sized tears flowed down her cheeks and dripped down Seymour's face.

"Daddy...... Uncle Seymour ...... "Orta clutched the dagger tightly and slammed it into the ground, with only angry flames in his eyes.

"Mom, won't he ever come back, my father?" Tetsuo threw himself into his mother's arms with a low sob.....

"Daddy......."

At the entrance of the village, more than a dozen children burst into tears in an instant, and beside them, some of the women were crying and some were sitting on the ground.

They only felt that this day would collapse in an instant.