Chapter 22.1: Floating Veil (4)

The adventurers were talking in front of the entrance.

"Shouldn't we just leave now?"

The member, Lud said.

A slight uneasiness flared up between them.

An unknown passageway through which the two entered.

No matter how you look at it, it looked like a dungeon; they felt like they were involved in something unusual.

The dungeon was a treasure trove of ancient ruins.

No matter what dangers might lurk inside, it was also a greedy trap that made many adventurers dream of a chance to get rich.

He couldn't believe it, but what that young master was looking for was a dungeon.

The problem was that the woman who was the escort of the client, Ron, was more powerful than he had imagined.

She could fire a huge sword force and tore all the orcs to pieces. They had never seen such a rare sight in their entire life.

There was no law saying that the client would not come out of the dungeon and try to kill everyone on this side to keep their mouth shut.

Among the nobles, there were many crazy people who would do anything to achieve their goal.

He also had a bit of regret that they had received an unclear request too hastily because money blinded them.

The boy didn't look like that kind of person, but…

Shien stepped forward and said.

"Hey, are you saying something crazy? I haven't even received the rest of the commission yet."

"Didn't you see that the woman is not an ordinary strong woman? If she says that, she'll keep our mouth shut, and tries to kill us…"

"Had she meant to do that, she would have killed us before she even went in with that young master. Would she have left us intact here like this?"

"Since they don't know the way back, she might try to kill us after we guide them back–!"

"Are you not only an idiot but also a coward?"

Shien hit Lud's back with her bow.

Of course, what Lud said was just a hypothetical assumption.

If not, she would do something stupid by leaving the client behind even before completing the request. And she wouldn't even be able to get 70 gold.

She decided to wait a little longer, but then she heard a squishy cry.

Orcs appeared one by one again around them.

"Oh, those orcs again."

Were there any tribes that have settled near this canyon?

The expressions of Rodin and his members, who were preparing for battle as if tired of it, slowly turned into dazed faces.

This was because the number of Orcs in sight continued to increase.

A few to ten, ten to dozens, and dozens to…

"…"

A group of Orcs filled the area.

Among the bushes, on top of the cliffs, orcs continued to appear in the middle of it, and now it completely looked like a green wave.

"Shit."

No one could understand what the hell was going on.

They all stepped back with pale complexions and not even thinking about raising a weapon.

Strangely, there was an orderly atmosphere between the many orcs.

Like a well-organized large army, waiting for the leader's command to lead them.

Kruck.

A low, clear sound rang out in the stillness.

At the ferocious cry that aroused fear, Rodin and his members shuddered thinly.

As if one side of the green wave was splitting, the road seemed to open, and something slowly stepped out from between them.

A gigantic orc twice as large as the other orcs, and covered in large muscles all over the body.

Looking at him, Rodin muttered in disbelief.

"…King."

King.

An existence that could unite and lead monsters that cannot be united.

They could understand now. How could so many orcs be gathered in one place?

Among the orcs of the Tyrell Mountains, the worst mutation that would cause a monster wave was born.

The eyes of the Orc King, shining red and bloody, turned to them.

It looked like it was full of murderous intent to tear them apart and kill them at any moment.

There was no other way to deal with that monster.

Even without fighting, everyone could instinctively realize that fact.

With orcs all around them, there was only one place to run.

As Rodin looked at the entrance to the dungeon next to him, he barely let out his voice.

"Arma, magic…"

Arma, who was half lost, suddenly came to her senses and prepared her magic.

She was thinking of throwing some kind of magic to slow it down for a moment and then running inside. There was no other way.

She pumped all of her magic with all her might.

The magic power that was flowing around and clumped together soon rose into flames.

The Orc King charged towards them with a heavy volley of feet.

A huge fireball the size of a man cut through the air and flew toward the other with fierce force.

Whoops!

"…Run inside!"

Everyone turned and ran toward the entrance of the dungeon.

But it was futile.

The fireballs fired by Arma didn't even hit the Orc King, let alone stop it for a moment.

It jumped out of the flames and closed the distance between them in an instant before everyone could take a few steps.

The first target the Orc King aimed at was Arma, who had cast magic.

Rodin, who was right next to her, reflexively threw himself, but was hit and bounced off the cliff, crashing.

"…Ah!."

There was no time to use defensive magic.

Then, seeing the huge fist that was about to hit her body, Arma sensed her death and closed her eyes tightly.

That was the moment.

A gigantic blade of sword flew from inside the dungeon's entrance and cut down the Orc King.

It let out a cry of pain and stepped back, grabbing its bleeding arm.

Arma slowly opened her closed eyes. The other members also looked at the entrance where the sword force came from.

Two people, Ron and Asher, were slowly walking out from inside.