Ainz Ooal Gown: Noble Knight

Now that the Orc King has entrusted him with handling "important matters," he is essentially the ruler of half of the Orc kingdom.

At this moment, Bazel's hidden thoughts suddenly surged up like flames doused with oil.

If I can use this opportunity to establish my prestige in the Orc Kingdom, then when the Orc King is completely defeated...

Barzel suppressed his ambition, and his expression changed from shock to emotion.

"Your Majesty..." His voice choked with emotion as he knelt on one knee, "I will certainly not fail Your Majesty's trust!"

The Orc King's smile widened as he looked at him.

"Get up. I'll leave the matter of the messenger to Chief Bazel."

"As ordered!"

The tiger-headed orc stood up, head held high, with an air of arrogance that said, "Who else but me?"

The surrounding tribal chiefs watched this scene with varying expressions.

But no one said anything.

The meeting inside the tent ended quickly.

The tribal leaders filed out, their footsteps gradually fading into the distance.

The Orc King sat alone in the main seat, watching the direction the tiger-headed orc had left, his smile gradually fading.

"idiot."

He whispered two words that only he could hear.

the other side.

Gazok's tusk tribe of boarmen and the orc king's royal guard's lion-headed men were silently marching along the dirt road between the hills.

They did initially head towards the front lines of the Dragon Kingdom.

After traveling for about an hour, the scouts reported back that everything was normal ahead and there were no signs of a counterattack from the Dragon Kingdom.

The captain of the guard exchanged a glance with Gazok.

No further words are needed.

The two men simultaneously changed direction, leading their group onto another side road.

'Capture Eindora alive.'

Gazok silently repeated the sentence to himself; this was the secret mission the Orc King had given him.

Such a top-secret mission would only be entrusted to his trusted confidants by the Orc King.

As is widely known, the boars and lions of the Orc Kingdom are good partners. Their friendship dates back to the founding of the Orc Kingdom, when the ancestors of the boar-men helped the ancestors of the lion-men reclaim their throne.

Unlike the previous leopard-man leader who was simply manipulated, Gazok was a friend of the Orc King since childhood, and the Orc King had placed him in the safest place during previous battles.

So when the Orc King told him about this crazy plan, Gazok agreed without hesitation.

Chapter 90 Touch Me and the Girl

Aindora's camp was set up in a relatively flat valley among the hills, very close to the front lines of the orc army.

Dusk rolled in from all directions, turning the tent canvas a hazy gray.

The makeshift prisons for the orc prisoners were located on the west side of the camp, surrounded by several temporary fences made of thick wooden stakes and ropes.

Hundreds of orc prisoners were crammed inside, with occasional low whimpers or the clanging of chains.

The guards are under considerable pressure.

The adjutant transferred all available personnel to the west side, even assigning veterans from the kitchen to take turns on duty.

But Tachimi is not included.

Lord Rune assigned him another task, but what seemed like a very simple task became the most challenging task he had faced in over a decade.

Tachimi was sitting outside a small tent at that moment.

The curtains were half-drawn, and a few dim, yellow lights from the oil lamp shone through the gaps.

Tapchimi didn't look inside, but his ears were constantly perked up.

really.

A soft sound came from inside the tent, like something soft brushing against the felt.

Then came even fainter footsteps, the soles of feet barely making a sound as they sank into the mud.

Tajimi sighed silently.

It's that time of year again.

The curtain was lifted a crack, so narrow that only a finger could fit through it.

A small hand reached out from the gap, paused in mid-air for a moment, as if testing whether anyone was outside.

Tapchimi pretended not to notice.

The hand retracted.

A moment later, the curtain was lifted again, this time much wider.

A small head peeked out, with messy golden hair hanging down in front of the forehead, covering most of the face.

Those big eyes quickly scanned her hair, and then she emerged like an eel.

She wasn't wearing shoes.

Her bare feet were on the gravel and mud, her toes curled up, probably from being poked, but she didn't make a sound.

The little girl crouched down and crept towards the edge of the camp.

The steps were small, but the pace of the person moving was not slow at all.

Tajimi stood up and followed.

He walked slowly, almost leisurely. His boots made a soft rustling sound on the ground, but the little girl seemed completely oblivious, her attention entirely focused on the increasingly dense darkness ahead.

They were about to run out of the camp area.

Tachimi quickened his pace by two steps.

He bent down, reached his arm behind her, and gently scooped her up, as if picking up a lost kitten from the ground.

The little girl's body stiffened for a moment, and she struggled symbolically for a couple of seconds.

"It's cold outside, go back inside." Tapimy's slightly helpless voice came from above her, but he didn't blame her.

The little girl did not resist; she was simply held like that, her two little hands hanging limply at her sides, like a resigned rag doll.

Tachimi carried her back to the tent and gently placed her on the blanket that had been laid out.

The little girl curled up on the blanket, her bare feet tucked together.

Tachimi sat down next to her, picked up a pair of small cloth shoes from the side, and put them on her.

He sewed this with old fabric during his spare time today. The stitches are crooked and the size may not be right, but at least it can protect against some gravel.

Tapchimi looked at her, but his thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the past.

That was the first day the little girl was handed over to him.

The memory begins that evening, the scene so vivid it's as if it just happened.

That day, Lord Rune called him over, handed him the small body wrapped in cloth that was still trembling slightly, and instructed him to protect the little guy.

Then Lord Rune told him to take the little girl to the rear to meet Lord Sebastian, saying that the village environment was not suitable for her.

As Tapimy prepared to leave with the little girl in his arms, he felt the tiny body tremble even more violently.

He didn't know if it was because of the cold or because of fear.

Throughout the journey, Tapimi kept trying to communicate with her.

"What's your name?"

no answer.

"Are you hungry? There will be food soon."

silence.

The little girl nestled in his arms, like a stone. Tapchimi guessed she couldn't speak yet.

This left Tapimi somewhat at a loss.

He had taken care of young children in the Aindora Territory before, but those children at least cried and fussed.

He had no choice but to keep walking.

The road wound between two hills as dusk deepened.

Tajimi took note of the surrounding terrain.

Just as he turned his head to look at a patch of bushes on his right

Suddenly, my arms felt empty.

The little girl broke free from his arms.

She ran very fast.

Its small, thin body, like a frightened rabbit, darted back the way they had come.

She walked barefoot on the gravel and cracked mud, her steps hurried and erratic. She almost fell several times, but managed to regain her balance in the instant she stumbled.

Tapimy paused for a moment, then immediately gave chase.

Having undergone rigorous physical training, he ran effortlessly.

The little girl couldn't run anymore; her foot stepped into a small pit, and she fell forward.

Tacimi quickened his pace.

They managed to steady her before she fell.

The little girl swayed twice, then looked up at Tapimy.