Chapter 26.3
But this year, Bash had come. An orc, a man even called Hero. To save his enslaved friends. With a fairy, just the two of them.
The fact that he had shown up just now suggested that he was waiting for the situation to stabilize, or that word had finally gotten out after Donzoi had been runner-up last year… Either way, Barabara Do Banga felt it was admirable. It must have been difficult for orcs to travel through other countries. To get to Do Banga’s Pit, one had to pass through the Siwanasi Forest. That forest was controlled by Thunder Sonia, the Great Archmage. The nightmare of the Siwanasi Forest was famous among the dwarves. In the long war, Thunder Sonia went through insufferable humiliation. Combined with the insidious nature of the elves, even merely traversing the forest must have been a source of embarrassment. In fact, rumor had it that there had been riots.
And that was not all. When the Orc Hero left his country, not even Houston, the wise general of Krassel, was silent. Houston, the Pig Killer, was famous for his exploits and his title. That man, who had an extraordinary hatred for orcs, would make moves if Bash left the country.
But Bash was here now. He was here now, after overcoming hardship and suffering.
The orcs were not an intelligent race, but they had survived to the end of the war without being destroyed. This was surely due to their sense of unity. Today, many of the dwarves who were more or less aware of the situation had probably changed their perception of the orc race.
But… Barabara Do Banga heard the joyous cheers. Opening his eyes, he saw an orc walking from the anteroom. If this man does all this, what will become of Donzoi’s pride?
Bash was strong. He was stronger than anyone in this arena. No matter where one looked in the world, there was no one who could beat this man. It didn’t matter if his power was somewhat suppressed by his modest armor. He was certain that he would easily win this year’s tournament and free the orcs from slavery.
But Barabara Do Banga did not think this was a good thing. Donzoi had been a slave for the past three years. No, he knew that Donzoi had been working for that many, wanting to free the orcs from slavery. He didn’t want it all to have been for nothing.
“Sir Bash.”