Simple-minded Orc Karichwi
Mountains were swarming with Orcs!
Orc scouts. Orc champions. Orc warriors.
In the past Weed had been in lots of different situations and thought he’d keep his cool whatever happens, but now even he couldn’t stay unfazed.
‘If they see through my act – I’m done for.’
Weed was soaked with sweat, as he was climbing up the mountain slope.
However brave one considered himself, it would be hard to match your behavior, when there’re only Orcs all around.
There were Orcs in Rosenheim kingdom too, but their levels ranged from 80 to 130. So you could always run away from them if something went wrong.
Here, in Plains of despair, monsters were much stronger. Even Goblins and Cobolds, which were considered the weakest monsters in the game, had different combat strength depending on the area they lived in.
And in this land Orcs had to fight for their territory since childhood. They were fighting giant monsters, so their level and therefore strength far exceeded that of their brethren from Rosenheim kingdom.
But the scariest part was not their strength, but their countless numbers! If something was to go wrong here and he has to run away, he’ll be chased by thousands of Orcs.
Weed had no intention of experiencing ‘death by Orcs’ hands in Plains of Despair’. That’s why he tried to be careful not to attract any attention.
“Chwiiik!”
Weed accidentally met the gaze of one of the Orcs standing in front of him. Level 210 Orc champion! Even some knights, known for their honor, like to stare others down to show their superiority, and this was an Orc captain.
“Chwiiik!”
Orc glared at Weed, his eyes glowing with malice.
‘I’m in trouble.’
Orc’s rude attitude made Weed frown.
‘I can’t blow my cover…’
First of all Weed decided to smile. A reliable approach, that never before failed to help him to establish a friendly relationship. A great interpersonal skill.
Weed made his best fake smile.
But he wasn’t quite used to his new appearance, so he involuntary knit his brows and the corners of his mouth were trembling a little. His oversized fangs shifted forward even more.
At that moment Orc champion looked away!
“Chwik! Chwik! Chwik!”
He got scared! Weed’s appearance alone managed to scare an Orc captain, so he said with a hint of superiority:
“Be careful next time. Chwiiik!”
“I will. Chwik. Chwik. Chwik.”
On Weed’s way up the mountain such incidents repeated a few more times. In front of Weed’s fearsome stature and appearance other Orcs were cringing in fear.
That way without any hindrances Weed reached the place, where Orcs were fighting a monster.
“I’ll kill everyone, everyone! Cwichwik!”
“Chwiiik! This is our land!”
A few dozen Orcs were fighting a giant fire monster – a mix of a mantis and a centipede! It was breathing fire and crushing opponents with his weight.
Orcs were relentlessly swinging their glaives, but couldn’t pierce the thick skin of their foe.
The fire giant had level 280 – a very dangerous opponent. There were countless monster like this one in the Plains of Despair. That’s why this region was considered one of the most dangerous on the continent!
Weed watched the Orcs’ battle. No wonder they say that you can watch two things forever: a burning fire and a real fight!
‘If all Orcs die, I’ll get their items…’
Besides Weed was now left without any armor and it could be said that he was standing there naked.
Weed had to wait for the battle to end.
The fire giant was moving around at a great speed, coiling his entire body and breathing fire at nearby opponents. Orcs were dying one after another.
Weed was watching it calmly, when a realization came to his mind:
‘I’m not a human now. On my place no Orc would be able to mercilessly watch his kin die.’
Weed rushed forward, grabbing one of the dropped glaives on the way.
“Iyahap!”
He struck the distracted giant in the side with all his might. The giant, like a building, monster fell, rising a cloud of dust. Even after becoming an Orc Weed didn’t lose his strength and skill!
The fire giant acknowledged his new opponent. It hastily crawled aside, got up and rushed towards the new threat. Bursting with flames enemy was quickly approaching!
Weed instinctively jumped high into the air an landed on giant’s head.
“Sculpting, Chwiik! Blade, Chwiiik!”
Even in the Orc’s body he was able to use the Sculpting Blade technique, but because of his lowered intelligence his mana was running out quickly.
On the other hand he was a lot stronger now.
Weed has swung the glaive down on the monsters head with all his might and just barely scratched it.
The glaive blade wasn’t very sharp, but with every hit the wound on the giant’s head was getting deeper.
“Kuwo-o-o-o-o!”
The fire giant was jumping and spinning its head, trying to throw Weed off.
If he was to fall, he’ll be in a very bad situation. Weed knew it, so he firmly secured his legs position and was dealing one blow after another while maintaining balance.
Moster was raging so much, that it almost managed to shake Weed off, but in the last moment he managed to grab its antennae.
“Die already, Chwiiik!”
Of course hanging from a head of the head of the giant monster was a lot harder than from a handrail on a bus. But Weed’s training helped him not to fall off. He had perfect control over his body! When you have a foothold, you can properly use force. Weed clung to the giant’s head like a cockroach and continued to deal blows.
Other Orcs weren’t idling as well.
“We, Chwiik, got backup!”
“Chwiiik! To battle!”
Orcs attacked the monster, swinging their weapons.
The fire giant was breathing fire, twisting and jumping, but still couldn’t stand against the united attack of Weed and Orcs and finally fell to the ground, dead.
Ding!
You have leveled up.
Hunting a giant in Yuroki mountains raised your Fame by 1.
Weed cried out happily!
It’s been a while since it happened to him on the hunt last time. Before, when he was immersed in battle over his head, he was often letting out occasional cries of joy.
“Chwiiiik!”
“Chwichwichwiiik!”
Orcs started screaming delightfully as well.
A view, worthy of a great artist: Weed, standing on a giant’s head, and a happily screaming crowd of Orcs around him. From the side it looked like they joined forces to accomplish impossible!
But after every victory there was a very important thing to do.
Weed collected the loot.
You received the Skin from the back of Fire Giant.
After processing this material could be used to create armor. The armor, made from it will be lighter and a lot tougher than tempered steel, such materials were very hard to acquire.
“Thanks! Chwiik!”
“Chwichwichwit, you saved us.”
Orcs gathered around Weed and were thanking him. He helped them in time of great danger and they were very grateful to him. However even in such a moment some Orcs were looking away from him from time to time.
Such face wasn’t easy to get used to!
But Weed was reassured by such reaction.
“Chwiik, you hunt such critters? Chwiit, you should have called me. I love fighting. Chwichwichwiiik! I love gems and good items even more.”
“Chwii. We admit. You are a warrior. We are proud of you, Orc warrior.”
Similarities attract – this rule was working even in game.
Orcs, who liked to fight and hoard the most, immediately liked Weed.
“I see you for the first time. Where did you come from? Chwiiik!”
“I don’t know. Chwi!”
Weed looked somewhere into the distance of plains with sad eyes. And though he tried to look as sad as possible, for everyone else it looked like he thinks of past bloody battles and slaughters.
“When i was 1 year old, my mother left this place with me. Chwik! We lived in plains. And now i returned. Chwiiik! Don’t ask any more.”
“As you say. Chwiik!”
“Let’s go hunt. Chwiik!”
“Okay. Chwi!”
Weed took the invitation and joined the Orcs’ party.
Anywhere, even among monsters Weed felt himself at home! Weed was master at assessing the situation and evaluating possible profit, whether it was a free serving of rice porridge or a free ride on the train. Since he was a child various difficulties he had to endure taught him to think outside the box and quickly adapt to situation.
“Wo-o-o-ah!”
“Chwiik, chwiik!”
***
All over Yuroki mountains Orc villages were scattered.
And after the hunt warriors from the party Weed joined invited him to their place.
“Chwiiit! Come with us.”
“May I? Chwik! Chwiik!”
“Yeah. Our family is big. Chwichwichwit. Good warriors, chwiiik, are welcome.”
“Chwik! Thanks, friend.”
Weed followed the Orcs deep into the mountains.
On their way he saw a lot of other settlements, big like human cities. They didn’t have walls or castles, but had many big buildings. One such houses housed 10 Orcs, and there were more than a 1000 buildings in a settlement.
Orcs led Weed into one of such settlements. At the entrance Weed was stopped by guards.
“Not just anyone is allowed to enter. Chwiik!”
Weed looked at them calmly and said:
“You got a problem? Chwiik!”
An Orc-like demon! With the scariest face in the world.
Weed’s appearance was his best pass anywhere. And his companions tried to defend him too.
“This is our friend. Chwiik! We fought together. Chwik!”
“H-he is still n-not allowed. Chwik!”
“Chwiiik. He must call his name. Chwik! Then he can enter.”
Though guards’ hands were trembling, they still managed to give proper reply.
Weed stopped for a moment to think. To completely get into the role of an Orc he must get a new name. He completely forgot about it.
“I am Kari… chwi!”
He hastily thought of a new name – Kari, but his body failed him again and Orcs heard a different thing.
“Karichwi! Karichwi! Chwiik. Come inside.”
That is how Weed became Karichwi, as Orcs’ names often ended in ‘-chwi’.
‘That’s how it is.’
Kari or Karichwi, it didn’t matter for him.
Weed
Simple-minded Orc Karichwi
Mountains were swarming with Orcs!
Orc scouts. Orc champions. Orc warriors.
In the past Weed had been in lots of different situations and thought he’d keep his cool whatever happens, but now even he couldn’t stay unfazed.
‘If they see through my act – I’m done for.’
Weed was soaked with sweat, as he was climbing up the mountain slope.
However brave one considered himself, it would be hard to match your behavior, when there’re only Orcs all around.
There were Orcs in Rosenheim kingdom too, but their levels ranged from 80 to 130. So you could always run away from them if something went wrong.
Here, in Plains of despair, monsters were much stronger. Even Goblins and Cobolds, which were considered the weakest monsters in the game, had different combat strength depending on the area they lived in.
And in this land Orcs had to fight for their territory since childhood. They were fighting giant monsters, so their level and therefore strength far exceeded that of their brethren from Rosenheim kingdom.
But the scariest part was not their strength, but their countless numbers! If something was to go wrong here and he has to run away, he’ll be chased by thousands of Orcs.
Weed had no intention of experiencing ‘death by Orcs’ hands in Plains of Despair’. That’s why he tried to be careful not to attract any attention.
“Chwiiik!”
Weed accidentally met the gaze of one of the Orcs standing in front of him. Level 210 Orc champion! Even some knights, known for their honor, like to stare others down to show their superiority, and this was an Orc captain.
“Chwiiik!”
Orc glared at Weed, his eyes glowing with malice.
‘I’m in trouble.’
Orc’s rude attitude made Weed frown.
‘I can’t blow my cover…’
First of all Weed decided to smile. A reliable approach, that never before failed to help him to establish a friendly relationship. A great interpersonal skill.
Weed made his best fake smile.
But he wasn’t quite used to his new appearance, so he involuntary knit his brows and the corners of his mouth were trembling a little. His oversized fangs shifted forward even more.
At that moment Orc champion looked away!
“Chwik! Chwik! Chwik!”
He got scared! Weed’s appearance alone managed to scare an Orc captain, so he said with a hint of superiority:
“Be careful next time. Chwiiik!”
“I will. Chwik. Chwik. Chwik.”
On Weed’s way up the mountain such incidents repeated a few more times. In front of Weed’s fearsome stature and appearance other Orcs were cringing in fear.
That way without any hindrances Weed reached the place, where Orcs were fighting a monster.
“I’ll kill everyone, everyone! Cwichwik!”
“Chwiiik! This is our land!”
A few dozen Orcs were fighting a giant fire monster – a mix of a mantis and a centipede! It was breathing fire and crushing opponents with his weight.
Orcs were relentlessly swinging their glaives, but couldn’t pierce the thick skin of their foe.
The fire giant had level 280 – a very dangerous opponent. There were countless monster like this one in the Plains of Despair. That’s why this region was considered one of the most dangerous on the continent!
Weed watched the Orcs’ battle. No wonder they say that you can watch two things forever: a burning fire and a real fight!
‘If all Orcs die, I’ll get their items…’
Besides Weed was now left without any armor and it could be said that he was standing there naked.
Weed had to wait for the battle to end.
The fire giant was moving around at a great speed, coiling his entire body and breathing fire at nearby opponents. Orcs were dying one after another.
Weed was watching it calmly, when a realization came to his mind:
‘I’m not a human now. On my place no Orc would be able to mercilessly watch his kin die.’
Weed rushed forward, grabbing one of the dropped glaives on the way.
“Iyahap!”
He struck the distracted giant in the side with all his might. The giant, like a building, monster fell, rising a cloud of dust. Even after becoming an Orc Weed didn’t lose his strength and skill!
The fire giant acknowledged his new opponent. It hastily crawled aside, got up and rushed towards the new threat. Bursting with flames enemy was quickly approaching!
Weed instinctively jumped high into the air an landed on giant’s head.
“Sculpting, Chwiik! Blade, Chwiiik!”
Even in the Orc’s body he was able to use the Sculpting Blade technique, but because of his lowered intelligence his mana was running out quickly.
On the other hand he was a lot stronger now.
Weed has swung the glaive down on the monsters head with all his might and just barely scratched it.
The glaive blade wasn’t very sharp, but with every hit the wound on the giant’s head was getting deeper.
“Kuwo-o-o-o-o!”
The fire giant was jumping and spinning its head, trying to throw Weed off.
If he was to fall, he’ll be in a very bad situation. Weed knew it, so he firmly secured his legs position and was dealing one blow after another while maintaining balance.
Moster was raging so much, that it almost managed to shake Weed off, but in the last moment he managed to grab its antennae.
“Die already, Chwiiik!”
Of course hanging from a head of the head of the giant monster was a lot harder than from a handrail on a bus. But Weed’s training helped him not to fall off. He had perfect control over his body! When you have a foothold, you can properly use force. Weed clung to the giant’s head like a cockroach and continued to deal blows.
Other Orcs weren’t idling as well.
“We, Chwiik, got backup!”
“Chwiiik! To battle!”
Orcs attacked the monster, swinging their weapons.
The fire giant was breathing fire, twisting and jumping, but still couldn’t stand against the united attack of Weed and Orcs and finally fell to the ground, dead.
Ding!
You have leveled up.
Hunting a giant in Yuroki mountains raised your Fame by 1.
Weed cried out happily!
It’s been a while since it happened to him on the hunt last time. Before, when he was immersed in battle over his head, he was often letting out occasional cries of joy.
“Chwiiiik!”
“Chwichwichwiiik!”
Orcs started screaming delightfully as well.
A view, worthy of a great artist: Weed, standing on a giant’s head, and a happily screaming crowd of Orcs around him. From the side it looked like they joined forces to accomplish impossible!
But after every victory there was a very important thing to do.
Weed collected the loot.
You received the Skin from the back of Fire Giant.
After processing this material could be used to create armor. The armor, made from it will be lighter and a lot tougher than tempered steel, such materials were very hard to acquire.
“Thanks! Chwiik!”
“Chwichwichwit, you saved us.”
Orcs gathered around Weed and were thanking him. He helped them in time of great danger and they were very grateful to him. However even in such a moment some Orcs were looking away from him from time to time.
Such face wasn’t easy to get used to!
But Weed was reassured by such reaction.
“Chwiik, you hunt such critters? Chwiit, you should have called me. I love fighting. Chwichwichwiiik! I love gems and good items even more.”
“Chwii. We admit. You are a warrior. We are proud of you, Orc warrior.”
Similarities attract – this rule was working even in game.
Orcs, who liked to fight and hoard the most, immediately liked Weed.
“I see you for the first time. Where did you come from? Chwiiik!”
“I don’t know. Chwi!”
Weed looked somewhere into the distance of plains with sad eyes. And though he tried to look as sad as possible, for everyone else it looked like he thinks of past bloody battles and slaughters.
“When i was 1 year old, my mother left this place with me. Chwik! We lived in plains. And now i returned. Chwiiik! Don’t ask any more.”
“As you say. Chwiik!”
“Let’s go hunt. Chwiik!”
“Okay. Chwi!”
Weed took the invitation and joined the Orcs’ party.
Anywhere, even among monsters Weed felt himself at home! Weed was master at assessing the situation and evaluating possible profit, whether it was a free serving of rice porridge or a free ride on the train. Since he was a child various difficulties he had to endure taught him to think outside the box and quickly adapt to situation.
“Wo-o-o-ah!”
“Chwiik, chwiik!”
***
All over Yuroki mountains Orc villages were scattered.
And after the hunt warriors from the party Weed joined invited him to their place.
“Chwiiit! Come with us.”
“May I? Chwik! Chwiik!”
“Yeah. Our family is big. Chwichwichwit. Good warriors, chwiiik, are welcome.”
“Chwik! Thanks, friend.”
Weed followed the Orcs deep into the mountains.
On their way he saw a lot of other settlements, big like human cities. They didn’t have walls or castles, but had many big buildings. One such houses housed 10 Orcs, and there were more than a 1000 buildings in a settlement.
Orcs led Weed into one of such settlements. At the entrance Weed was stopped by guards.
“Not just anyone is allowed to enter. Chwiik!”
Weed looked at them calmly and said:
“You got a problem? Chwiik!”
An Orc-like demon! With the scariest face in the world.
Weed’s appearance was his best pass anywhere. And his companions tried to defend him too.
“This is our friend. Chwiik! We fought together. Chwik!”
“H-he is still n-not allowed. Chwik!”
“Chwiiik. He must call his name. Chwik! Then he can enter.”
Though guards’ hands were trembling, they still managed to give proper reply.
Weed stopped for a moment to think. To completely get into the role of an Orc he must get a new name. He completely forgot about it.
“I am Kari… chwi!”
He hastily thought of a new name – Kari, but his body failed him again and Orcs heard a different thing.
“Karichwi! Karichwi! Chwiik. Come inside.”
That is how Weed became Karichwi, as Orcs’ names often ended in ‘-chwi’.
‘That’s how it is.’
Kari or Karichwi, it didn’t matter for him.
Weed
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