“Chwiik!”
After turning into an Orc, Weed had been thinking a lot.
‘What should I do to befriend them?’
Since he was used to thinking like a human, finding a way to approach to a completely alien race was turning into a hard task for him.
Weed had already got used to communicating with the orcs, but he was still unable to gain any real friends among them. Then he decided that it was time to stop avoiding his new kin and start to take them for what the are. To treat them as if they were humans and his real comrades.
At first, he thought that it would be extremely hard. But after dealing with them some more, he realized:
‘Oh, it’s so... familiar.’
Weed quickly befriended everyone in his party.
Orcs! They weren’t that different from the Geomchis. Harsh! Aggressive! Violent: If something was not to their liking, they were immediately pulling out their weapons! Reckless: they were attacking even the stronger opponents without a second thought! Their fists acted faster than their words, about 3-4 times faster.
“Catch, this is for ya. Chwiik!”
Weed cooked the food and handed it out to everyone in his party. Orcs were so undiscriminating and insatiable that they liked absolutely everything.
But even after accepting them for what they were, Weed still had problems blending in with this new environment. Same as humans, their society also had their own rules and hierarchy.
Regular Orcs, Orc warriors and scouts were at the lowest level of social ladder in Yurokin mountains. They had greatest numbers, but were just subordinates to other Orcs.
Commanding them were Orc champions, captains, elders and chieftains.
Captains were commanding groups of about hundred orcs each. Elders ruled villages. Chieftains ruled and monitored domains consisting of several settlements.
And Weed was really hated by everyone above him at the command chain.
“Karichwi wasn’t born in our village. Chwiik!”
They were questioning his origins.
“He eats less, than we do. Cwik!”
Comparing appetites.
“Karichwi is too good looking. Cwiiit!”
Envied his appearance.
“Chwichwik! Females should be protected!”
After all, all the problems were because of the women!
Orcs were jealous and envious of Weed because of female attention.
“Ah, chwi! Even after I became an Orc, chwiik! The world won’t just leave me alone!”
Weed moaned. Because of all these constant challenges thrown at him by the gods, one would consider hanging himself!
‘Really, handsome guys are envied everywhere.’
He decided that the problem is in the fearful appearance, which he thoughtlessly sculptured, while being a human. And the only way to fix everything would be to start completely ignoring attention of the surrounding females.
As a result, they got angry at him as well.
“Chwiik! I don’t like those females. All of you, just take them away. Chwiik!”
And after he proclaimed that, females got even more offended.
“Chwik. He’s too full of himself.”
“Insolent bastard! Chwichwit!”
“Let’s banish him from the village! Chwiik!”
Angry locals took a long time to settle down.
And while many in the settlement didn’t like Weed, there were quite a few regular Orcs who acknowledged him.
“He’s from the winners caste! Chwiiit! This Orc deserves respect. Chwiik!”
“Chwichichiiit! Good fighter!”
“Cunning, chwiik. He would survive anywhere.”
Weed often fought and went to hunt. By order of the village elder, for the sake of peace and development of the village, every morning a hunting party was formed and of course Weed was always present.
“Cwiik!”
It usually consisted of Orc warriors and ordinary Orcs. Usually they fought against huge Minotaurs! Monsters around level 300.
Weed tightened his grip on the glaive.
‘Precious experience points!’
Minotaurs dual wielded blood-red axes and had more HP, Strength and Dexterity, compared to other monsters of the same level. So there were few people in the game who hunted them. Besides, they usually lived in places where players were rare.
But Weed loved to fight against monsters of all sorts.
Like a merchant appreciates every customers, he also happily greeted any monster.
Experience points - additional power!
Items - pure income!
With growing strength, rewards increased; and with additional loot, his future income also increased.
Weed was thinking using his own values and concepts.
“Moo! Dirty Orcs!”
Minotaur wasn’t even slightly afraid of his opponents.
Regular Orcs were level 120 and Orc-warriors 210. And all of them were terrified by the ferocity coming from the enemy.
“Moo! Kill you all!”
Minotaur started to gain speed. He charged, swinging two huge axes. The Orcs in front of him didn’t seem like worthy opponents.
“Chwii-i-ik!”
Weed jumped forward. His enormous body flew for about 10 meters and landed right next to the Minotaur.
“Chwiik! I’m your opponent!”
After turning into an Orc, his Wisdom and Intelligence got reduced, but Strength and Dexterity were boosted considerably. That’s why he started to use regular attack instead of techniques that consumed loads of mana, which he was now short on.
“Chwi-i-ik!”
Minotaur hit with an axe what seemed to be a minor obstacle, but Weed deflected it with his glaive. A loud ringing echoed around from collided weapons.
Opponents stood in front of each other.
Sword and glaive are somewhat similar, but there are also a lot of differences. Glaive is wider and heavier, so it takes some time to get used to wielding it normally. In general, it is a slower, but destructive weapon.
Ding! Ka-Clang!