Chapter Eleven: The Big Bad Wolf That Has Nothing to Do with Little Red Riding Hood
Just when Crounpis, who was transformed into a slave and locked in a cage, tried to talk to the blue skeleton in the next cage but got no response——
"I really didn't expect anyone to talk to a skeleton. I'm talking about you, the new guy." A voice that sounded a bit sharp like a bald man came from the cage on the left side of Crounpiss.
Crownpis looked back and suddenly became interested in something new. Is this an upright wolf? It seems to be a fairy tale——
"That——Mr. Big Big Wolf who never eats sheep? No, the proportions of these six heads and body are obviously not his, right?"
"Of course I'm not Big Big Wolf! I've eaten sheep before!"
"Is that Mr. Big Bad Wolf who didn't eat Little Red Riding Hood and the Three Little Pigs?"
"...Although I have never seen Little Red Riding Hood, I have never eaten these things. By the way, my racial name is not the Big Bad Wolf!"
"Well, that's the wolf-headed man. I understand, I understand." Although she didn't know him, having someone to talk to that could help pass the time made Crounpisi feel better.
"So, Mr. Wolf-headed Man, how did you come here? I remember that there is no race like yours around this country, right?" Cronpis asked slightly curiously.
"Hey, I was just attacked by humans when I was preparing to store food in front of the Dragon Kingdom. Damn it." The wolf-headed man spat.
Oh, humans can take the initiative to attack orcs. That is Larva's masterpiece. Are there any captured alive and sold as slaves? Then this is really an interesting encounter.
However, since Larva has done this, if he confines the habitat of his descendants to the land of the orcs in the future, then he should also save the lives of the orcs. After all, slaves are also resources. In fact, they are treated like cannibal demi-humans.
That’s it, right?
"Why did you take the initiative to talk to me and tell me this?" Crowenpis asked again.
"It's okay, I'm just curious when I see someone taking the initiative to talk to a skeleton."
"Is that so..." Because Crounpis is related to the research of the undead, and has a "daughter" Granbell Scarlet who is the master of the undead, so she didn't feel anything unnatural. As expected, in the eyes of the natives,
Comes weird?
"Speaking of which, your fur is really nice and soft. Do you wash it and oil it every day?" Crounpis, who had nothing to say to kill time, teased the appearance of a wolf-headed man.
"Although you don't need oil, isn't it natural to keep a clean appearance?" As he said that, the wolf-headed man also did a few philosophical poses. Even through the hair, it can be seen that the muscles are quite developed, which is equivalent to that of humans.
Super soldier level, right?
"Oh...of course, right?"
"Why do you look so unbelievable?"
"Well... I have always thought that orcs and slaves are associated with being dirty and smelly. But the environment here alone shocked me." Crounpis scratched his head in embarrassment.
It turned out that not only the wolf-headed man, but also other slaves seemed to be looking at him like an idiot.
"Newcomer, do you think anyone is willing to buy high-end products in a dirty and smelly store? Our human slaves are also sold neatly in spacious and bright stores." The wolf-headed man actually started preaching mode.
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Crounpisi's eyes widened: "Open your eyes, are the orcs' civilization so advanced?"
"Nonsense! Humanity has only been independent on the corner of this continent for how many years. Our history is much longer!"
"Ah... speaking of... it's like this." Crounpis couldn't help but look at the ceiling, "Because your appearance is somewhat similar to some monsters and demi-humans, so I thought so. I'm really sorry. But, look,
You’re quite cheerful, don’t you think you’re being treated well?”
"Of course, I am a fighting slave."
"The kind of game where a fight is held in a black arena to entertain the audience, where the audience places bets and gambles, and then the owner of the winner wins the prize money?"
"That's right, I can still become stronger! And are you a so-called 'X-type' slave? I don't quite understand your evaluation of this appearance, but maybe it is in line with human preferences?"
"Ahhh... I look confident from the outside, but I'm not a 'X type', and I'm only allergic to pollen, haha." Crounpis mocked and raised his hands,
The boss usually leans against the edge of the cage. It would be perfect if he also has sunglasses and a cigarette.
"By the way, you seem to be quite ideal, so are you willing to be a slave?"
Because there is no such thing as a contract or curse that restricts the movement of slaves in this world, Crounpis is curious about how to ensure that such a slave who seems to be full of energy and strength obeys his master - it is better to say that it is common sense that must be understood.
maybe.
"Hmph!" The wolf-headed man turned his face away.
"Wow? This kind of thing is really embarrassing." Crounpis suddenly felt a little unhappy.
If the physical condition was normal, Crounpis would have already used [Group All Race Confusion] and it would be relatively easy to use. However, when Crounpis tested it before entering the city, he discovered that the weapons generated by [Enemy Scan] are also very fragile.
, judging from the experience accumulated by Crounpisi in the dwarf country, it is probably of such quality that it will become fragmented after being collided with an ordinary iron sword more than a dozen times.
There are some other magics that cannot be used, so you have to use a lot of force - Crounpis feels like a human being is constipated but has to excrete the force, those advanced magics should be used, but the current situation is not worth it for her.
Do.
Passive skills can be considered to be functioning normally. Even with this level of strength, you can do almost anything you want in human society. You don’t have to worry too much about your own safety. It’s just that the number of people in the Hero Realm, the mithril-level adventurer team or the enemy is very large.
Sometimes, you may have to "sandbag" the battle for a while before you can win.
"I don't want to say it... you... Sigh." Currently "not strong enough" and unable to speak, Crounpis could only sigh in confusion.
"Hmph!" The wolf-headed man snorted again, as if he was mocking.