Chapter 115 - I Being Wholesome With Bunch Of Crows At Some Point In The , Very Cute

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Darting to either my left or right–I avoided the tents that came my way.

I'm headed to the rear. The rear. And the Guild Bureau. That's what the guide indicates.

This rear is on the side of the humans.

I'm running as fast as I can but … is it even the right way?

Sniff, sniff, sniff…

Alright, alright. This guiding fragrance thing's still of effect.

It's the right way I'm taking.

What am I even doubting that for anyway?

I'm finally reaching out to the … very timid wall of orcs.

I didn't think it'd be this petty. I mean, at the very opposite side, back to where I was standing arguing with Old, they were more numerous.

And then too, maybe this also indicates to me this isn't the orcs' rear I'm headed to.

And I'm still running super-fast. My head still tilted onward. My hand left hand still fiercely gripping on that chief's hair, his head jouncing and hanging down my hips.

And finally my right hand still dangerously approaching the orcish dagger's handle resting by around my belt–I dropped that and didn't grip on the dagger.

All matters considered, my hand wouldn't grip onto that dagger, no.

No use doing this.

And my feet wouldn't continue their running, too, at this point.

The idea of fighting them was what was on my mind when I separated again with Old.

But now, it isn't quite necessary, I reckon.

My feet stopped their pacing. Just abruptly. I'd been about to bump into the orcs wide, half-assed formation; though no need for this.

Just in front of me, on both sides, there were two tents. Of normal sizes both.

And the orcs were just about a couple of meters away from me, still in the front, too.

I could see they were a bit confused when they only saw me.

They weren't expecting that? I don't know. 'What should they even be expecting,' right?

Confused or not, they still were orcs, and me their enemy (they thought).

"Hmm…" I nodded to myself, narrowing my eyes. "Yeah, let's just do this," and slowly proceeded to place myself in between the two tents on my sides.

I walked one, two, three, four steps.

The orcs were all the more stirred up–I grinned bringing up the chief orc's head for them to see; they didn't take it lightly.

"Orahhhh!"

"Ahhhrg!"

And the orcs, again, noticing that blatant taunting, being orcs, simply roared and rushed at me like unchained wild tanned tigers.

Thud, thud, thud!

The earth trembled, overwatching this in expectation, too.

I was small–but just like the tiny crow, I knew how to jump very, very high.

The thick orcish blades aiming at me–woosh! woosh!–the dull sounds their swords emitted hadn't even reached my ears; my feet already plunged back in on the grassy earth behind them–channeling my mana through my legs–I went on the run again!

Woosh!

They were about things of the past, now. I was back into the really open world. Where the war had been taking place beforehand, and where I'd been fighting at.

Orcs … most of them dead.

Humans–either very far away in the distance and living, or nearby about lying here and there and dead.

Oh, and now that I think about it, aren't these shattered things here and there … orcs' tents?

They must've been previously laid here. But then the humans were so strong they pushed and pushed them further away, laying waste on their piece of land as they did go.

Mm-hm.

The orcs definitely lost.

They aren't all completely dead yet, but hey, 'to Ladafar … you join us,' right? The late Tattooed told me that.

Still though, for this battle, the orcs definitely lost.

The dead orcs were by many leagues far superior to the dead humans in numbers.

But they were all equally motionless in their death.

Hmm.

Death must be equalizing, then.

Running through the field at a very high speed, I wasn't so much motionless–I was alive.

I figure the living isn't equal to the dead.

They all were equally losers.

When I was still a winner.

Game over for them all.

Going about scattered down here from as far as my eye could see to my right to the equally long distance, going far away to my left.

And these black birds are crows. It's the first time I saw them. I liked their appearance. They were beautiful.

The war had settled down. For most of it, it had.

And it wasn't only a thing for the eye to see.

Because, now, running, stepping over dead bodies, and jumping over some more others–the shouts and clanging sounds ruling over the usual atmosphere of a battlefield weren't present at all.

Only the beautiful crows' cawing sounds were to be clearly heard.

Caw, caw, caw!

Do they eat … dead bodies?

The crows went on cawing again.

Ew.

Their cawing, it means 'yes, we are,' and I can understand it (I don't lie).

Ew again, then.

Sure sounds super weird for a thing to eat.

Why don't they simply eat grass and leaves? I did eat that as a first food, and it wasn't so bad (okay, maybe I lie).

Caw!

Though I guess I can't really tell before I try. I shouldn't judge and label you as 'weird' people, friendly crows.

Sorry.

Caw, caw, caw!

Hehehe, thank you.

Eating humans or other similar creatures is a thing I promise to do.

Caw, caw!

Bye, then.

…

The war had been settled, yes.

And I still ran across the now timid battlefield, not even waving bye-bye at the orcs behind me, piercing through the air and rushing towards that Guild Bureau.

On all the possible existing fronts, it'd been coming to a stop.

And this was pretty clear.

The apparent number of casualties on the orcs' banner really was huge. I could tell by a simple glance. They'd been stomped upon, crushed, and very humbled by the humans' banner.

So … why is it that they retreated … the humans? It left a mystery unsettled.

At 'this' moment, when I got too deep into the frontline and couldn't actually come back without being knocked out by some orc; why did they retreat?

It was on their behalf that I ended up being captured by my dead (but still living in my heart) friends.

Now, they'd retreated.

Their reason was a thing I didn't know about. And it was about the mystery. Now, was this a mystery needing resolving?

Not for the least. I didn't really care, at this point. Things just happened. And now, retreated or not retreated–I'm back on the humans' side all the same.

From a very far away distance (which was diminishing and shrinking rather quickly since I ran fast) I could observe the men.

And just as I was still running away from the orcs' camp, with all my ups and downs, I couldn't really make out what they were doing nor why.

Even by narrowing my eyes to a slit. No can do. Plus, I was still far away. So, it'd prove very complicated anyhow.

All I can see is their long alignment.

I got to see this closer than that, though.

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