Deceased Trapped in a Game

2nd Floor – Lv.25 Excavation Site Sentinel (2)

The girl frowned.

“Ugh, the smell.”

“Greenskins usually don’t wash well.”

“Are you sanitary?”

“It’s not okay, especially the mouth is terrible. Just a little bit will kill you from infection.”

On the other hand, Orcs take pride in their stench.

A true warrior does not make surprise attacks. Only those who can show themselves proudly and walk around can be called warriors.

Well, that was roughly the logic, but the greenskins that don’t actually smell are all from different races.

“So, although the race itself has some degree of disease resistance or poison resistance….”

The hunter put a bag of dirty cloth into the spring where the water was gushing.

It is the source of the river flowing next to the Greenskin Garrison.

“Kurare poison doesn’t even eat seeds.”

It is something that cannot be found in coniferous forests according to historical evidence, but strangely, it is always there when you search wild goblin villages.

It’s a game, I guess. If you think of it as the initial equipment of wild goblins, there is no problem.

Over the past three days, I have been scouring the area and making it with the glue I found together. If you put it in water like this, the poison will spread slowly.

Of course, in this case, the concentration is not high enough to attempt poisoning. However, even if a slight paralysis occurs, the combat power of the warrior class will drop sharply.

It would be even better if the few shamans used magical powers to cure paralyzed orcs.

The hunter expressed concern.

“But, if you just drink this poison, you won’t hear it…”

“Have you ever seen orcs and ogres in their mouths? Tooth decay is almost their racial trait. Venom will dig there. By lunchtime, those with particularly bad teeth will not be able to use their bodies upright.”

Then it will make things easier. If you plan to face the majority with a few, you should win as early as possible.

the hunter asked melancholy.

“Are you going to do this to the fairy village?”

“Are you going to poison Suwon?”

“Yes.”

I pointed to the fairy tree in the distance, and again to the garrison in the valley below.

“There was a fairy tree in the village. That’s a world tree sapling. Unclean things like poison don’t even eat seeds, so they’re still fighting against them.”

“It’s a seedling…. I thought I’ve lived with the fairies for a long time, but there are so many things I don’t know.”

“Seven years is like a fleeting moment to a fairy.”

“Is that so······.”

The lifespan of a fairy is far different from that of a human, so there is a big difference in the sense of time.

That’s why the fairy’s trap is called a ‘trap’.

I don’t want to tell the hunters, but in terms of human lifespan, they will be just guests who stay for a while, according to their perception.

The gap in this perception is large.

I saw many exiles who wanted to live with fairies. There were very few who did not regret it at the end.

It didn’t take long and it restarted, so this guy can be said to be lucky in his own way.

* * *

The society of the peoples called Greenskins is simple compared to humans.

The most basic logic that governs their society is ‘power’.

A high position means a person with great power.

However, as they are treated as a faction rather than a simple monster, the power they speak of is not simple.

It has been a long time since the skins that painted the fact that direct combat power is not the only factor in ‘strength’.

It is not the strong who survive.

Those who survive are strong.

The shaman did just that.

Their odds of winning a battle of warriors and creatures versus creatures cannot be said to be high.

Instead of wielding weapons, he communicated with nature, and instead of cultivating muscle strength, he honed his magical powers.

If it is thrown into the wild as it is, it will be difficult to survive.

However, in greenskin society, shamans are those with ‘power’ that are highly regarded.

“Have more patients occurred…?”

The commander-in-chief of the expeditionary force, the arch shaman, said languidly.

In front of him, paralyzed, muscular warriors who could not speak properly looked at him with pleading expressions.

There are no ogres or trolls.

The poison in the river was too light to poison those ferocious and destructive creatures.

No goblins either.

Low-status goblins would not have dared to meet the arch shaman, and those trained as true assassins are resistant to poison.

All the things that staggered in front of the arch shaman’s eyes were orcs.

The cunning old shaman laughed bitterly.

“Magic recovery is very slow.”

As he waved his fingers, dark green magic fluttered at the tip, creating a spark.

“If I heal all of you, 20% of my spare power will be consumed.”

The warriors’ faces darkened. Few people understand how much 20% means.

But they must have sensed that their arch shaman had no intention of giving much.

“Prove yourself to me that you’re worth using my magic.”

Anyway, I understand this. Each of the warriors began to invent.

Thirty minutes later, the arch shaman chewed on snacks extorted from the warriors and entered the barracks where the shamans of his subordinates had gathered.

Four out of five shook their heads at once.

said the young orc, who did not show any respect.

“You took away the little pleasures of the warriors again. Master.”

“Hmm, what’s the problem? They’re guys whose hobbies and specialties are fighting anyway.”

“I want you to take better care of the lesser warriors.”

“Is that your opinion as an orc shaman?”

The young orc was silent for a moment.

“······no.”

“Then shut up. Greenskins have their own ways.”

“······All right.”

“Twitch, you still haven’t run out of human stuff. You’ll be rolling warriors as consumables in the future. How do you have a balance of each one? There are plenty of substitutes.”

“However······.”

“Isn’t this cheap enough for saving the things that might die?”

The disciple Orc kept his mouth shut. I know that no warrior will die from such poisoning, but the arch shaman would know that.

“By the way, it’s suspicious. It’s poison. Fairy guys wouldn’t know how to do that.”

The arch shaman remembered the missing assault captain three days ago.

It’s common for stupid warriors to disappear from time to time, but it’s rare for a general.

“Is there anything more than fairies in this little forest?”

The old orc grinned.

* * *

“Why are they here?”

“It’s not like a surprise attack around the fairy village…”

It was a more plausible garrison for construction rather than for battle.

the girl said softly.

“excavation?”

It was exactly what it looked like.

“It’s not a relic.”

Fairies have a long lifespan, so there are many old stories that have been passed down.

Many of the stories handed down through various metaphors unique to fairies are just game settings, and there are not many cases where they imply anything.

Normally I would give up trying to sort out the useful ones, but I have no problem memorizing all the fairy metaphors themselves.

It’s the old me, Jang Ha-do, who even studied ancient fairy characters.

Of the elements hidden in this way, the old remains are the most common.

“Is this the setting that the orcs are attacking the fairy village for that? It’s strange.”

Strange in that I’ve never seen such a random encounter.

Well, there may be things you don’t know, but…

It’s a matter of probability. percentage.

I also open the game client from time to time, but it’s an encounter that’s new to me.

First of all, it is not the kind that the scenario is written in advance. Is it generated by random numbers? For such a thing, it has a large scale and texture.

Not good. not good.

Few things are more terrifying than encountering something unknown in a labyrinth.

This episode feels like it’s constantly tingling somewhere in my heart.

“I’ll have to buy some.”

The hunter who was worried looking at the guard posts built around the excavation site was pleased.

“Then do you give up on that?”

I shook my head.

“No, I mean I have to give up the annihilation.”

It is unknown what unknown element may be lurking in this forest.

It would be better to follow the normal process.

The hunter’s expression darkened.

It reminds me of the fairy that killed me.

“Then I will stand by the fairy.”

“Hmm, I think we should probably do that. The strange thing now is an orc, not a fairy.”

The hunter made a face that he didn’t know what was strange, but I did not explain.

Damn, nothing’s going as planned.

But if you think about it, it’s not a roguelike in the first place.

A plan should never be one.

It was also for that reason that the girl had both captured the fairy and the orc.

Unknown things do not affect friendship.

It can be discovered later in the game, and it can be fatal, but it is rarely caught before the kingdom.

“I think we can clean up that excavation site for now. Let’s go.”

* * *

Okra is a creature that is born with very tough green skin and thick log-like muscles.

There is also a very ferocious and warlike character.

Arrows, which would be deterred by pain alone for humans, are just a scratch unless it is a vital point for an orc.

So shoot your head

Contrary to the perception of most people, crossbows are better than guns, but the sound of their shots is quite loud.

If it’s a raid, it’s not a very good option.

So the hunter didn’t use a crossbow, I picked up the bow.

The fairy bow has a delicate feeling as if it were wrapped around the hand.

Takes an arrow from the dead fairy’s quiver and throws it away.

The arrow that flew with a small crackling sound pierced the eye hole of the orc who was digging his nose at the outpost.

The other jumped up in surprise.

He has a blank expression, as if he is not able to judge the situation properly.

It was a brief moment, but the difference made the difference between life and death.

The next arrow is also pierced into the eye socket.

The hunter moaned.

“Even if it’s a magic bow with aiming correction applied, this is…”

“I’m an all-rounder. I’ve been a Sword Master before.”

“Sword Master…?”

“No, it’s okay if you don’t know what it is.”

Rather, it was the girl who was just watching quietly.

“Hey, you know what that thing is. Is that a beam coming out of a knife?”

I think it’s a little different.

By the way, even though he showed off his bow skills, the reaction was bland.

Whatever my expression, the girl smiled brightly and pointed to another post a little further away.

“Isn’t it right to get rid of all the outposts and rush in?”

“Yes. You don’t think the fairies will attack you at all, do you?”

“It’s easy.”

Boundaries are too loose

Presumably, the purpose of Greenskin from the beginning is this ruin.

The reason for attacking this forest must be the excavation itself.

The main force that conquers the fairy village is a bonus and attracts attention.

In the meantime, it is the boundary of the excavation site that is sure to be safe. it will be boring

An orc who understands the importance of the mission cannot be the last to stand guard.

A relaxed atmosphere pervades the entire excavation site.

I beckoned to the girl.

“Get rid of them all.”

“Yes.”

After the girl salutes with an exaggerated gesture.

has disappeared.

I didn’t say it wrong.

It runs with an explosive main force. However, there is not even a sound of footsteps.

On the contrary, I feel that the signs have become fainter.

won’t be heard

The hunter sighed at the inhuman sight and began to move.

Goes to drop the post opposite the girl.

None of the orcs in the excavation site had yet detected the anomaly.

It seems easier than I thought.