Inside An Ad**t Game As A Former Hero

“Seguire Balah Tuk Fuke!”

The orc, mounting on the largest scorpion, cried out and began to move.

“What is he saying?”

“He is asking us to follow.
Everyone, don’t be afraid and just follow along.”

“Hey, this crazy bastard is driving us to our death! After all, I shouldn’t have followed you idiots.
Actually, I should have been in control… huh?!”

A sharp spear blade was aimed at the nape of the bickering Callios, who let out a frightened scream.

“Tranq Uilla Mente!”

“Gulp.
W, What is he saying?”

“Shut up.
Well, Mr.
Callios, let’s shut up, as the orc friend here says.
Kindly, you too.
Guys, all of you have to be quiet to get things done.
Ah, Mr.
Callios, I hope this time you don’t do anything crazy.
Come on, let’s go.”

I followed behind the scorpion riding orc.
Howl followed me, and the others hesitated for a moment and then followed us.

The orcs moved in a state of siege as if they moved while surrounding us.

“What are they going to do now?”

“Well, like I said before, we should settle the matter amicably through peaceful negotiations.”

“Is that possible?”

As Howl said so, he glanced at the orcs, as if he couldn’t understand how to converse with these ignorant bastards.

I couldn’t even laugh out loud because of the situation though it was so ridiculous.
As expected, vampires are still vampires.
Seeing how easily they ignore, or more specifically— disregard other races, vampires are vampires anywhere one goes.

“”

“The orcs aren’t as stupid as they may seem to you.
They know how to measure the situation.
Otherwise, they would have been long annihilated by the Empire.”

“Um… that’s right.”

Howl nodded his head with a trembling expression.
The status of the Empire is just so great, even a vampire would have to admit it.

To be more precise, it should be said that it was the status of the Platinum Knights, the Templar Knights under the Empire.

Platinum Knights.

The sharpest sword of the Empire.

It is an armed force capable of destroying a kingdom on its own strength without any need of other support troops.

On the day they draw their silver swords on the vampires, that will be the day when the vampires will disappear from the continent, unless the Blood King comes forward.

“So don’t worry, just walk.”

Howl nodded helplessly.

* * *

Hot sun and dry earth.

With only these two, no matter how hard they plundered, the Orcs would not have been able to survive.

But the orcs survived.

Because there was something that allowed them to survive.

Oasis.

It is a large pool of water that can be found all around this dry land.

However, there are big differences from the ordinary oasis back on Earth.
Both in size and effectiveness.
Aside from the fact that it is much larger than what a naked eye could measure, it is said that the water in the oasis of this world is safe to consume.

The quality of the water is so good that you can drink it even without boiling.

It is a very fantasy type setting, but it is said that this is the key to the orcs’s present day survival.

The water of the oasis can solve drinking problems and the surrounding land is farmable.

Of course, that alone is not enough, so they loot.

“Hey there.
Are you sure we will be okay?”

As I was yawning, someone pulled my shirt’s hem with a worried face.

The orcs have brought us to the center of their tribe while still surrounding us from all sides, so its normal that there is a lot of anxiety mixed in the air.

I smiled at her and calmed her down.

“It’s okay.
Trust me.”

“I want to believe it, but…”

She looked around herself with a face full of fear.
I followed her gaze and looked around, and besides the orc warriors who surrounded us, other orcs were gathering one by one.

But it didn’t seem like there was a need to worry too much.

Compared to the orc warriors, the energy they exuded was too poor.

It was no different from a slightly larger human being.

“Is it you people? Humans who fearlessly invaded our tribe’s territory?”

A thick voice came from inside the large tent.
The orc that emerged from the tent was way larger than any of the other orcs.

He was 2.5 m tall with thick muscles.

He also has a hideous black tattoo on his right shoulder.

The energy emitted by this orc was far exceeding those normal orcs as well as those orc warriors.

“Hey, the orc knows our language.”

“Scary…”

“Indeed…”

Those who were still very nervous were terrified by the appearance of the larger orc.

After calming them down, I asked the orc.

“Are you the chieftain of this tribe?”

“Yesh.
I am Lugar, the son of Roxar, and the chieftain of the Wolftooth tribe.”

“I am Cloud.
Lugar, the son of Roxar, I—challenge you to a duel.”