Pigs, prey

Meanwhile the viscount's carriage, flanked by his escort of knights, heads towards his city.

"I finally left that bad place, full of those peasants, if they weren't used to plowing the fields and raising cattle, I would have already had them killed." I hope they didn't attack me with some disease. "Endrick is no different, how can a nobleman help farmers work in the fields, yuck!"

'Well, at least your daughter will be of some use, not only will she be under our wing, but she will be generating possible future talent under the Cut family. And in this way I will be able to receive more praise from the count.' I can't help but smile at this delightful future.

"But what?!" suddenly the carriage stops, almost knocking me off the seat "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!" I rush out of the carriage, slamming the door against a rider who was opening it.

"Milord, we have warned of strange presences on the sides of the path, we have stopped to make sure that there is no one who wants to catch us unprepared." I listen to the soldier as he explains why our journey has been cut short, adjusting his helmet.

"Otherwise I'll stick your heads on spades, it's hurry, I don't have the whole evening." Actually now that they point it out to me, I feel presences around the carriage.

"AAAAAAARRHH!" while I was concentrating on perceiving those presences, I hear a heartbreaking scream that pierces the silence.

"And now what happens..." I get up from the seat and get off the carriage again annoyed, but I freeze at what's flashing before my eyes.

One of my riders was suspended in the air, the point of a spear piercing his chest and exiting his back. And the being wielding that spear was 2 meters tall, with a massive build, a square face with sharp fangs growing from its lower jaw, pointed ears, and blood red eyes. His skin complexion is light green, he wears armor made up of various pieces taken from different equipment.

'How can they be here? Can't they be that far within our territory?!' the 2m tall being was no more than an Ork.

"OOOOOORKS!" A knight bellowed, signaling the knights to draw their weapons.

"Soldier, take care of these orks, while I make my way to the city to warn the earl." I order the soldier who was next to me 'I can't die here, not ME!'

"But sir, doesn't he want to fight alongside us?" Idiot, of course he won't die next to beggars like you.

"What are you soldiers for if not to get me out of here alive? Fight to the death." I close the door, leaving the soldier who was talking to me stunned, and order the coachman to move.

The carriage leaves and meanwhile I hear the desperate cries of the dying soldiers and the battle cries of the Orks.

'Can't this carriage move faster? my life is at stake here!!' I stamp my foot furiously as I wipe the sweat from my forehead with a white velvet cloth.

"UAAAAAAAARRRH" comes a mighty yell, and soon after I'm thrown into the carriage.

"What? Ahh my head." I come to my senses after hitting my head several times. From what I can see from my position, the carriage is turned to one side and the door that is now below me cannot be opened. "I'll have to get out of that other one." I go up and open the upper door.

I see the coachman lying on the ground, trying to crawl away, his leg is broken. The two horses that pulled the carriage were on the ground with two large holes that pierced the flesh, causing a copious amount of blood to come out.

"No, please save-" I hear the coachman's voice begging for mercy and I immediately turn around. A large Ork, about 2.5m tall, rose over the coachman's corpse, his ax cutting the human's head off his body. Unlike other orks, he has plate armor that covers most of his body. And behind him what looks like a boar, but is at least twice the size of a normal sow, tan fur covered his skin, spines protruding from the sides of his back, leaving the top free for a comfortable ride. Four tusks adorned his snout, the upper two more than 50 cm long, curved slightly upwards, but projecting far forward. The lower two were smaller, they are completely curved upwards. The two superiors were covered in blood, surely he is the author of those holes on the horses.

After beheading the man, he turns his gaze in my direction.

"How dare you even look at me?! You're just a simple barbarian wriggling in the mud. Now I'm going to put you back in your place." I draw the sword I had at my side and a white aura spreads from my body. My class is Warrior, definitely this orc's class is Barbarian. 'Barbarians are known for their battle frenzy, driven only by pure instinct, with no swordsmanship or technique. The Warrior, on the other hand, is the exact opposite, I definitely have what it takes to win.'

"Weak pig, easy prey." the grotesque voice of the ogre begins to come out of his mouth, insulting me and hurting my pride.

"Pig?! How dare you? Die beast!" She lunged at him, convinced to cut his neck. In a few seconds I walk what must have been about thirty meters, and I find myself in front of the ogre. I launch a side slash, aiming for the green neck.

"What?!" But things didn't go as I expected. My sword was attached to the monster's neck, but it couldn't go any further, only a trickle of black blood came out of its neck, as if I were trying to cut through a piece of impenetrable steel. 'I'm a rank 30 Warrior, how come I can't cut this troglodyte's neck?'

"Hehe..." the ogre smiles in front of me, I try to back away, but his mighty arm moves and grabs my neck with his hand. "Uruk not brittle as a pig, Uruk mighty Krog."

"GRUHUH" begins to tighten his grip, lifting me off the ground. 'Noooo, I can't breathe.' I struggle, trying to pierce his skin with several sword strokes, but I can't make a single scratch. I start stamping my feet in the air, in vain. 'Somebody help me! Count, soldiers, someone'.

*crack*

The sound of a broken bone was heard, the ogre put an end to the life of Viscount Limosa, putting an end to his unrestrained movements. "Useless pig, not strong enough for Uruk." He throws the corpse of the noble in front of the boar, the latter begins to devour the body of the viscount.

From behind the mighty Ork, come those who have slaughtered the soldiers of the nobleman's escort. "Boss, dead pigs, disappointment with this battle. I want stronger opponents." One of them approaches Uruk, demanding more prey.

"Uruk already knows, Uruk is not stupid." the mighty Orc cuts off the head of the smallest, irritated by his claims.

"Let's go look for other prey." He orders the other orcs to hunt more humans in their territory. In that evening cries of monsters were heard in the wood which is near the viscount's town, terrifying the poor who roamed in those vicinity.