Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga Chapter 375

I don’t know what happened to Itis-L while I was crossing the continent from the west, but the road from Irmiz to Millean, the city where the gate exists, was quite spectacular.

“Die! Die you bastards!!”

“Kkwiik! Give it to me!!”

Mainly not me, but the surroundings.

I was sitting in a suitable clearing and resting by the fire, and seeing Orcs and Humans suddenly appearing and fighting at close range was a really different spectacle, and I was too lazy to let go of the dog fight between the two groups, who acted as if I didn’t care, so I prepared a meal faster than usual. Watching while eating after finishing the show was what I am now.

It was not difficult to find adventurers or mercenaries searching the surroundings without fail if you went to an ordinary city or a small town near a small scale village, as if large-scale activities such as hiring a mercenary group were not unique to Irmiz.

It was quite a spectacle to see people who would normally be living in laziness throughout the winter walking around the white fields and forests with lights on in their eyes, but somehow it had less impact than the current situation.

Unlike the humans who recognized me and appeared to keep me in check, the Orcs, who were only interested in them from the beginning, were fighting pretty well.

In fact, even if the orcs fought well, it was only at a level where they did not bump into each other and did not get in the way, but surprisingly, those guys did that. Whether it was learning to live or whether it was a fight of its own among the guys who followed Kakula, I don’t know, but it was truly rare.

Thanks to that, it was difficult to predict the result, so I was watching with interest, and the slightly bigger orc who was fighting at the forefront pushed the warrior who was facing him with a shield and shouted with a laugh.

“Kwwiik! Inggan! Yakada!”

It was embarrassing to them, but it was true.

Proudly ‘it’s mine!’ The six… adventurers who appeared shouting…? mercenary? Unlike their courageous appearance, they did not overwhelm the dozen orcs.

It was a bit impressive that it was a reverse harem party where all of them were male except for one female mage, unlike the quasi-heroic party I met near Ilmiz, but that was just it. Even so, the magician was only throwing unsightly baseball-sized fireballs and throwing them away to keep them in check.

Even the half-poon kicked out of the magic library is better than that… isn’t it? is that common? When I thought about it a little more, Lellie was a promising prospect with a star rating, and Merdella hadn’t seen a kid who could use magic properly, so I had no comparison group to infer that wizard’s skills… “Ah. No. The kids are like that too

. Is it better?”

academy students. Even the children who were 8 years younger than that woman were not at such a crude level. But again, if you look closely, they’re elite…

“Fuck you! Help me!”

The men’s skills had already been evaluated, so the one who touched me, lost in thought to evaluate the magician, was the stick with the shield pushed away by the orc. I turned around in surprise as I wondered if their group was hiding behind me as I looked at me slightly higher than them and was nervous.

But nobody was there. I wondered if it was just a fake to deceive the orcs, so I looked back and the guy who had struggled to block another orc’s blow shouted again.

“You mean you! You bastard who is leisurely eating something!”

“…me?”

I scooped up a little bit of the stew that was just starting to boil and seasoned it, but my hands stopped because I was dumbfounded. no suddenly? Is it like a popular joke these days?

But he was infinitely sincere. This time, it wasn’t him, but the wizard who threw the burning baseball behind him.

“Yes fuck! If you’re not going to help, get out!”

“What do you mean, crazy bitch? I was here first.”

It’s nothing else, I clearly remember shouting “I’m going to die” when I first jumped out and holding me in check, but that kind of reaction?

It was ridiculous, but originally, I wasn’t dealing with crazy people, so when I was about to see Stew Gan, the orcs who discovered me belatedly were startled by their reaction.

“Wait, why is the warchief’s ax here?!”

Hmm, a little bland, but not bad.

After nodding my head in satisfaction with my cooking skills, I answered the bewildered Orcs.

“Chief Neg went to the steppe of the sky.”

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The warrior who had barely endured being hit by an orc with the power of his shield had no choice but to doubt his ears.

There was a fight next to me, what did the crazy guy who used to eat stew say? Heavenly Steppe? Where is it?

I turned my head just in case, but he wasn’t the only one who reacted that way. His companions all frowned, not understanding the situation.

But the orcs were different. They started fighting back in amazement. Otherwise, the warrior party wouldn’t have had time to spend leisurely making faces.

The only thing that remained calm was that madman who was eating stew. While receiving the gaze of the orc and their body, the guy didn’t show any reaction, just wrinkled his nose and waved his hand as if to drive away flying flies.

“What are you looking at?

“Kkwi, kkwiik?”

The warrior realized. Even if you don’t know what it is, now is a great opportunity. He shouted as he thrust his sword into the heart of the orc who was not even thinking of looking at him.

“Now! Kill!”

“Kywi, kywiik! Bigeopan inggan! Dirty yinggans! Kwiyiak!”

Fortunately, his colleagues quickly responded to his call and succeeded in ambush. As if the tense confrontation just now had been a lie, some of the orcs who collapsed in an instant turned their backs and ran away. The female wizard, who had not been able to use magic properly for fear of getting caught up in the party, made a large fireball and threw it.

“Huh, it’s a dodge ball now.”

The stewer-eating madman muttered something, but none of that mattered now. The warrior lunged at the screaming orc rolling on the floor with his back on fire, and only breathed a sigh of relief after he had suffocated him.

What came after that relief was irritation and anger. To be precise, anger toward that stew-eating madman.

“You fucking crazy bastard! Are you just watching that?!”

Despite striding closer and shouting, the madman still sipped his stew leisurely. He didn’t even look at me and answered as if he didn’t care.

“Of course. Don’t you remember how you kept me in check as soon as they first came in and shouted that it’s yours?”

“But are you standing by when the same human being is suffering? If we die, you don’t come out next?!”

Pooh! I don’t know where to start laughing, but suddenly the madman spits stew and laughs.

“Kek, kek! You’re so damn good. Don’t interrupt the meal and go. It’s been said that you won’t even touch a dog while eating.”

Blood vessels in the warrior’s temples bulged in response, as if he had heard a strange noise. Is this baby laughing at us?

I wanted to kill him right away, but I was patient because I still had something to figure out.

“…Hu, yes. Everything is good. This is it. What is that? What is the prairie in the sky?”

He asked, aiming at the large two-handed ax next to the madman with the sword that was still dripping with the orc’s blood.

The orcs clearly recognized the ax and reacted with great fear and bewilderment. Did you say the ax of the warchief? It seemed to be something symbolic to the Orcs, but if you showed them the same reaction as before, it was sure to be very useful in subjugating the Orcs this time.

“The thing you’ll find if you’re interested, and the place you just sent the orcs to.”

But the madman didn’t come out particularly cooperative. The warrior’s companions followed him up the hill, but he still ate stew.

Thinking that maybe he was really crazy, the warrior moved the tip of his sword to him.

“Is cancer still more valuable than life?”

The eyes of the guy chewing on the stew ingredients turned to the sword. But there was no frightened or nervous reaction. He just frowned slightly and showed displeasure.

“Put away the sword. The stew is dripping with blood.”

“Cut out the bullshit. Give me that. Then I’ll take care of this one.”

I could tell just by hearing the sound of my colleagues from behind fixing their swords and the wizard chanting a spell to create a fireball. However, the madman still only looked at the tip of the sword as if he was displeased and let out a deep sigh.

“It feels good to come back to my hometown after a long absence. I have no hobbies other than eating, and blood. Do it. Remove the sword before the blood drips into the stew.”

“Ha, you crazy bastard. Is stew that important?”

It was also a law that a madman could not understand. The man laughed and thrust his sword into the stew.

“If it’s that important, just give it a shot…”

“You bastard.”

The next moment the man was flying through the sky.

‘uh?’

I couldn’t figure out what had happened. The madman suddenly became blurry and himself flew through the sky.

Independently of his will, the forest came in at the end of his spinning field of vision, and the place where he had just stood and a madman entered.

The guy who was clearly holding the stew bowl and spoon was holding the ax lying next to him before he knew it.

“.., is eld…ah egara… han…”

When he noticed that the clean ax blade was stained with red blood, the warrior was already rolling down the hill at will in his fading consciousness. .