Chapter 70: 70-CHAPTER VIIX

I was careless, that's all I can say.

I felt that it was my responsibility as the commander of the troops, but at the same time, I was disgusted with myself for not being able to accept the reality of the situation, which only made me more frustrated.

'LeFania! What are you going to do, we'll be annihilated if this continues!

'I know, I know! That's why I'm thinking now!

'There's no time to think! You'll know it when you see it!

'Shut up! I can't think straight, so shut up!

Radd, the second-in-command of the squad, is urging me to make a decision quickly.

I know, I know.

I know that.

But the more I rush to make a decision, the more I can't think straight.

I'm the leader of the Elven Warriors and I've come to this cave with five Elven warriors to kill the orcs.

I, LeFania, was appointed leader of the warriors because I was the most outstanding warrior among the elves of our village.

There are less than a hundred elves living in our village.

We had been living peacefully in our village in the middle of a rich forest, but recently something strange began to happen.

Orcs.

The elves of the village began to see more and more Orcs in the neighborhood, and finally they began to cause substantial damage.

Elves who went out of the village were attacked by a group of Orcs and escaped with their lives, and another Elf was found dead, presumably at the hands of Orcs.

There was also an elf who went missing outside the village at the same time, and it is believed that this was also the work of Orcs.

It was a female elf, and when I imagined the ecology of Orcs, who are said to reproduce by attacking and impregnating other races, I felt myself trembling with horror and anger as a woman.

Orcs are a threat with terrifying physical strength, but they are also slow and stupid.

With the agility and magical power of our elven warriors, it would not be difficult for us to surpass them in overall strength, even though our arm strength and vitality were far different.

However, not all elves in our village have the skill to fight.

Even though they are not as much of a threat to us warriors as they should be, they are nothing more than a threat to the amateur fighters.

Therefore, the elders of the village decided to gather those of us who were skilled warriors and strike at the Orc's roost.

I was designated as the leader of this group and we arrived at this cave.

Up to the point of defeating the orcs guarding the entrance, it was an easy job.

After successfully putting him to sleep with a sleep spell that several of us, including myself, set up at the same time, we sneaked up on him and killed him by piercing his vital points at once with the rapier in our hands.

I was surprised that he still tried to rage even though he was pierced in several vital points at once, but even so, nothing serious happened and the orc on guard was soon dead.

Now that I think about it, it might have been a bad thing that this went too well.

We had gotten carried away and mistakenly thought that defeating the orcs would be an easy job.

We were so careless that we had no excuse if we were accused of being lulled into a state of peace by the long period of tranquility in our lives.

As we walked through the cave, we came to a room where three Orcs were waiting for us.

We leapt into the room and, like the guards before us, planned to use the Sleep spell to wipe them out.

However, only one of the three slept.

The remaining two attacked us, and we became flustered.

Even though the Orcs were slow, their strength and vitality were tremendous, and they did not falter even after we repeatedly pierced them with our rapiers and bows and arrows.

On the other hand, even a direct hit from an Orc's attack would be fatal.

In terms of attack power and durability, we were at a disadvantage.

It was also significant that the elves could not make the most of their agility in the narrow cave.

The cave, a space with few escape routes, was a field for the Orcs.

Finally, one of his companions, unable to respond to the unexpected movements of the rampaging Orcs, took a direct hit to the head with a club and died instantly.

That was the only casualty of the battle.

By the time we had managed to kill the Orcs after many attacks, we were all out of breath.

Still, it would have been better if we had retreated at this stage.

However, my blood was boiling and I decided to wipe out the Orcs in this cave, thinking that the deaths of my companions would be in vain if I left.

My fellow warriors generally agreed with my decision, and although there were some who disagreed, in the end they reluctantly agreed with me.

The result is the mess we're in now.

I've heard that there is a higher species of Orcs with more wisdom.

But I may have subconsciously dismissed the possibility of encountering them here.

I can only say that we were foolish because of the blood in our heads.

As a result, we fell into a trap in the room we were lured into.

We were driven into a cul-de-sac and surrounded by many Orcs.

Two of my companions fell into the pit that had been set in the room we were trapped in.

Now they are at the bottom of the pit, one moaning in pain, the other unconscious and in a critical condition.

At the bottom of the pit were a number of sharp rocks, one of which struck him on the back and the other struck him hard on the head.

On the other hand, there were three of us, including myself, who could move.

All of them were trapped in an impasse in the room, and orcs were closing in on us from the only passage.

There were five of them in all.

There was nothing we could do but retreat and fight.

But even one on one is no easy task with this many of them.

And besides...

'Aaahhh!

'Radd! If you use a magic missile, you can't even avoid it.

A single of the Orcs, an individual with a tin staff who seems to be the leader of the group and a higher species, unleashed a magic missile spell along with a chant of incantation.

A single arrow of light pierced Rudd's abdomen at high speed, and the flesh in that area was gouged out as if it were going to burst.

A serious wound. He won't be able to fight anymore.

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'Aaaaah! Don't come!

When he heard the scream and looked towards his other companion, he saw two Orcs rushing towards him.

'Calphos! d*mn it ......!'

But I can't afford to go help him either.

Another two Orcs were coming at me as I stood by the fallen Lad.

And behind them, a spellcasting Orc who seemed to be the leader was starting to chant his next spell.

'You ......!

I stood up and held my rapier in my hand.

Two of the Orcs' gargantuan bodies came at me with an intimidating rush.

But if it's just those two, my agility and swordsmanship should be able to keep up with them.

The problem is the spellcasting orc behind them.

If I don't do something to kill them, I'll end up getting shot out one by one with magic missiles.

Then there's only one tactic to take.

'I'm going to go through there!

I started running towards the 'middle' of the two Orcs that were closing in on me.

I put my aura into my legs and kick the ground hard.

Now is not the time to be dealing with small fry.

Even if it's a little risky, I have to get past them and get to the spellcaster in the back...

'Haha, ......!

But then...

I felt a powerful shock in my abdomen, as if I'd been hit with a hammer.

'Gah! Gah! ......! Ah,......'.

I dropped to my knees in front of the two Orcs and dropped my rapier.

I saw one of the two Orcs, the one on the left, slowly draw back its fist as I tried to pass between them.

It was apparently a fist that had been driven into my abdomen.

The orc then grabbed me by the chest and lifted me up, suspending me in midair.

'G,ugh,......, that's too fast,......, no way,......, you're one of the top,......, species! I'm sorry.

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The orc carelessly threw away the club he was holding in his other hand.

Then with his free hand, he ran his hand over my clothes.

'What are you ...... doing?

Bili, bili!

The orc tore off the clothes I was wearing without hesitation.

'No ......, stop it, ......! You're going to humiliate me. ......!

I thought I was aware of orc biology.

But I didn't expect to see them in this situation. .......

But it seemed that my prediction was correct.

The orc brought his large hands to my torn body...

And that's when I tried to close my eyes in horror and resignation.

'Lightning Bolt!

With the voice of an unfamiliar, fearless man, a flash of lightning flashed across his vision.

At the same time, a roaring sound deafened me.

'Ehh ......'.

It was a lightning bolt.

A blinding flash of lightning pierced the head of the Orc that was grabbing me, burning and melting it.

The orc, its head melted to mush, let go of me and fell with a loud thud beside me as I was dropped to the ground.

I fell on my butt and saw an even more amazing sight.

The spellcasting Orc had also been burned by the lightning, and was lying on the ground.

And standing in the passage ahead, a man with a staff raised.

It seemed to be a man.

He was rather tall and wore a dark green robe of the kind often worn by human sorcerers.

He seemed to be about halfway between a boy and a young man, and although he looked a little stern, his face was well formed.

His brown hair and eyes were not distinctive, but for some reason, they seemed to sparkle and shine to me now.

And from beside the human man, three girls were running out.

They looked like a human, a human, and a beastman.

The girls began to attack the Orcs who were in a hurry.

They coordinated precisely and took away the life force of the Orcs one after another.

In particular, the girl in the strange sky-blue costume had tremendous fighting power, and although she received support from the sorcerer man, she almost single-handedly took out the two Orcs in no time at all.

The other two girls also helped her to finish off the orcs, and even then, all of the orcs that had been such a threat had been killed off.

One of the girls, who looked like a priest in white robes, ran up to Radd and performed a miracle of healing.

Another, a small girl who looked like a beastman, took a rope from her pack and lowered it into the pit.

Meanwhile, a man who looked like a sorcerer walked up to me, took out a blanket from his pack and draped it over me.

'Are you all right?

The man's face was not very expressive, to say the least.

Yet, for some reason, I felt that it was something that made me feel safe.

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