Sent To Isekai As Demon King's
Eps 17: The Red Skull Dungeon
The depths of the Redwood Forest. Being underground was the Red Skull Dungeon. It was a dungeon that had recently appeared and was unknown to anyone. The originator of this plan was Laciel. However, the one who ran it was a maroon-skinned Orc who was now practicing matchmaking with several of his subordinates at once.
Ctangs!
His great sword was swung to fend off the attack. The sword was so large and wide that it had a shield-like function. And because of its weight, even just a few Orcs could lift it with both hands. Garnamtiar raised it with only his left hand. The difference in strength is obvious.
Therefore, he did battle training with several Orcs at once so that the difference was covered.
“Hiyah!” One of the Orcs to his right was shivering with vigor and hitting.
Her right hand was empty and held nothing she used to serve him. Selling each other tonjokan, Garnamtiar still superior even with one hand. Sensing the other Orcs intending to attack from the other direction, he pulled the Orc in his right and threw it towards the Orc that was about to attack.
Bruaks!
They both beat each other. Now there were three Orcs besides Garnamtiar standing on the arena.
“Show your strength! The ogar! The kars! Kris!” garnamtiar shouted encouraging the remaining three surviving Orcs.
With the power granted by Laciel through Giving Name, he was able to name a few Orcs that possessed promising power. And after receiving a name from him, they gained more power. Although it was not as much as he had obtained from his Master, Laciel.
“Grr!” The largest Orc, though still smaller than Garnamtiar, snorted. Both of his hands were clenched. He had trained in boxing more, more often, than any other Orc. Although he did not expect much, he at least hoped that his efforts would pay off.
Buk up! Buk up! Buk up!
He sold a punch with Garnamtiar. Kars and Kris were smaller than Ogar, they each held a large long sword similar to the great sword of Garnamtiar, and an iron hammer with the other side sharp. Seeing that Ogar had already made his move, the two of them would not waste the opportunity.
The spring! Buk up!
Both of their weapons bounced off after being fended off by Garnamtiar. But, they continued to do that many times tirelessly.
Several tens of minutes later, the fight had reached its end.
Ogar, Kars, and Kris were lying on their backs above the arena of exhaustion. Sweat pouring profusely from the crevices of their pores made them bathed in sweat. On the other hand, Garnamtiar was still standing upright. His breathing is heavy, but regular. It is far from a word of victory, let alone defeat.
“Garnamtiar-san,” one of the female Orcs called. His body was very different from that of a muscular and large male Orc, his body was precisely smooth and large on his chest and hips. It's like a violin instrument.
“What's up?” tanya Garnamtiar rubbed his sweat with a cloth proffered by the female Orc who called out to him.
“There are some Goblins who came here. What should we do?”
“I'll be there. If they seek peace, we will give it. If they're looking for trouble, I'll give it to them myself.”
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The affairs of the territory are governed by it. Garnamtiar is a type of muscle brain. So, he was the one who was handed the matter, and Garnamtiar who was going to execute him on the field. His name is Shrin, a gift from Garnamtiar. She was the wife of Garnamtiar long ago, before Garnamtiar got the name of Lord Laciel.
Although women, some female Orcs also tend to be of muscle brain type, and choose to take the Warrior (Fighters) path. She's she? He is an exception and is a small part. And fortunately, the beauty of his body lured the Chieftain and married him.
Although usually a Chieftain had many wives, Garnamtiar was different. He had the principle to focus on taking the path of the Warrior and, unlike the others, only chose to be loyal to one wife. Throughout his life, he focused even more on training, training, and practicing, rather than training with his wife.
“Having one wife alone is already a hassle, let alone more?”
That is what Garnamtiar revealed to him. And of course, he was glad he could have the Chieftain alone without sharing it with the others.
Set up and create a dungeon. Not all Demon Lords make dungeons, but most Dungeon Masters are Demon Lords.
And of course, behind the grace he got, he also had to carry out heavy work as well, but luckily it suited him. Setting dungeon.
Muscle brains like Garnamtiar would not be able to take care of this problem even with the help of 10 Orcs like him. They will certainly quickly be caught by humans, or make the wrong hole that causes landslides, or run out of food supplies because the labyrinth road is too swirling.
Getting this task, he at least felt happy.
“Food availability, we have to build animal enclosure. Because it is impossible to hunt constantly. It can trigger human suspicion.”
“Making a path that is easy to take, but difficult to penetrate. It is suitable for main defense with main force is Orc.”
“Plan some holes with multiple goals for efficiency and regularity. All done.”
He breathed a happy breath and felt proud. The work he did, he hoped, though unlikely, to be praised by Demon King Laciel.
“I might expect too much. Peaceful life with my husband, that's enough.”
That is how his daily life is. Solve the dungeon problem that can not be overcome with the muscle brain belongs to Garnamtiar.
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Dragon’s Dungeon before Laciel infiltrated.
Nadja meditated in her Dragon form in the main room.
“Si*l! I'm 50 years old! Why is 950 years away from feeling so long?!” the scream of stress that screamed until it sounded out the dungeon and made the Adventurers who were around there creep in fear.
“Why hasn't anyone been able to make it here? I'm lonely to know. Huft.”
“Graaa!!” his yell.
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Count Blackwood's office. There are Count Sergio and Dave.
“Master, how about Dragon’s Dungeon? The sound of the cry of Dragon in it back often sounded.” Said Dave.
“Huft, let it go. Even since my father was a teenager, he had heard it often. If he can get out, he's out of the way. We just need to stand guard, strengthen the troops, and wait for that moment to arrive.” Reply Count.
“Good, Mr.”
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“Si*l, no one pengubrisku.” Nadja is lonely.
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