Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 77

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77.

-Orcs are a highly hierarchical but very warlike race. The culture that best demonstrates this is the ‘Irrefutable Duel’.

It was a story Ian had once told her. For orcs, the chieftain was absolute. But conversely, that position could always be coveted.

-Any orc can request an Irrefutable Duel. They steal the chieftain’s position through a Life-or-Death Duel.

However, chieftains rarely changed. They were much bigger, faster, stronger—they were inherently different from ordinary orcs.

-Want to know something interesting, Valus? I once saved a Half-Orc at the Northern Ridge. His appearance was very close to human.

The Half-Orc said humans could also request an Irrefutable Duel. If they could speak the orc language, that is.

-Orsh Olkan. It means ‘Great Chieftain’.

-And Orkan Gransh Ragr Himoltan is…

Rise from your seat and step forward for an Irrefutable Duel. Calisia, burning with fighting spirit, raised her voice toward the chieftain once more.

“…Racksha!”

At that, thick lips parted and excited breath poured out.

Kwaaaaaaang!

The chieftain who rose from his throne leaped down below the rocks in one bound.

The ground cracked and dust clouds rose thickly.

The Orc Warriors split like the Red Sea, clearing a path for the chieftain. Thump, thump, thump, thump—they struck the ground in rhythm with their thick feet.

-Ragr Himoltan!

The Orc Warriors raised their iron axes high, announcing the start of the duel.

-Mortan Graksha.[Come, human.]

Sheeeeek!

The Orc Chieftain, breathing roughly, swung his iron axe. The air tore and blade-like wind struck Calisia.

“…”

Calisia, who took the chieftain’s fighting spirit head-on, trembled her hands slightly. She had faced ghosts and even monsters quite often. But she couldn’t overcome all the instinctive fear that came from differences in species and weight class. After all, wasn’t she originally from 21st century modern times?

“Damn savage.”

Calisia drew a dagger from the sheath tied to her thigh. An incomparably sharp aura flowed along the blade. It was what Talaph had given her before departing for the Eastern Region.

“Hey, chieftain. Do you know why I chose this place among all the villages?”

There were a total of 5 orc villages on Eldoras Island. The Bone Song tribe, Fang tribe, Red Axe tribe, Blue Moon tribe, and Black Claw tribe. Calisia had chosen the ‘Blue Moon’ tribe that had settled in the ‘Moon-Gathering Forest’.

[ Moon-Gathering Forest ]

A dense forest located at the edge of Eldoras Island. The essence of mountain and moon energy is most thickly concentrated here. Not only do rare flora and fauna inhabit it, but dimensional beings can also be found here.

※ One of the orc tribes, ‘Blue Moon’, has formed a village here.

“I don’t have much time to prepare for the exam, so I learned a little trick.”

Of course, she could handle an orc chieftain without any special methods. Fear aside, she had Blue Flames. But originally, exam scores should be as high as possible, and effects as flashy as possible, right?

“Besides, this is a matter involving military service… I’m quite anxious to just go through the motions.”

Calisia furrowed her brow and drew a long line across her forearm. With a vivid sensation, bright red blood flowed down to the dokkaebi club.

Hwaaak-!

Blue flames that had absorbed their master’s blood stretched vigorously toward the sky.

-Grrrrrrr…!

At the sight of the blue moon seeming to burn, the orcs’ bodies stirred with heat.

Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!

The warriors’ footsteps filled the forest and the atmosphere gradually intensified.

“…Porsia Rarte, Rebel Rusilia.”

She grasped the dokkaebi club with both hands and chanted in an unknown language. It was Spirit Language that Cain had taught her.

-There’s no way to make your special ability stronger overnight, Cali. But… you can use a little trick.

The trick Cain mentioned was temporarily borrowing the power of spirits.

-Spirits love nature. And Primordial Fire is a sacred being born together with nature.

Cain told her to use the dokkaebi club to summon spirits. The weapon received through the Fire Ritual was Primordial Fire itself.

-Porsia Rarte, Rebel Rusilia! The spirits will gladly lend you their power. Of course, the backlash will be severe.

Calisia closed her eyes and released all the energy she possessed. Her goal was to defeat the chieftain in one strike. The longer it dragged on, the more disadvantageous the battle would become.

“Porsia Rarte, Rebel Rusilia!”

Beings born from nature, show your great power.

Chaaaaa-

The trees vibrated and leaves trembled. Then, countless particles of light rose between the green forest. The forest spirits that had been sleeping were awakening.

Shuuuuuk!

The spirits that answered the call shot toward the primordial flames. Blue Flames that absorbed the Power of Nature spread as if to devour the sky.

“Here I go.”

Calisia, whose eyes had turned blue, lowered her body.

-Gather energy in your hind legs and leap up. When your weight shifts to your front legs, focus mana on your waist and lower body then, Valus.

Calisia, pondering Ian’s words, kicked off the ground and leaped up. Heat rose from her entire body and flames engulfed her.

-Kraaaaa!

The Orc Chieftain, who roared loudly, also kicked the ground and charged. Calisia’s silhouette blocked the sun, and the club that had become a pillar of fire rushed toward the chieftain’s head.

“Dokkaebiiii!”

At Calisia’s command, the flames covering the sky instantly changed form. The dokkaebi that had absorbed its master’s blood and forest essence revealed its massive body.

-Gwoooooooo!

The dokkaebi and club became one, striking down on the Orc Chieftain’s head. A terrible recoil traveled up Calisia’s wrist. She gritted her teeth and endured the pain with her whole body.

Kwaaaaaaaaang-!

With an eardrum-bursting impact sound, the chieftain’s skull was crushed. Soon after, terrible flames burned the green flesh brightly.

Kuuuuuung-

The body that had been solid as Rock Mountain collapsed powerlessly.

-Graktash Olkan Tark!

-Graktash Olkan Tark!

Thump! Thump! Thump! The Orc Warriors stomped their feet, raising their iron axes high and howling. A new chieftain was born.

“…Haa, haa.”

Calisia, who had forcibly drawn upon her energy, breathed heavily. It was excruciating pain as if all her organs were twisted and bones shattered.

“Everyone, bow down!”

She gathered her last strength and shouted toward the tribe members.

“I’ll solve the problem…”

Calisia, who lost consciousness, collapsed as she was.

“Your Majesty… Should the execution of the will be done after the funeral ceremony?”

Izriel pressed Calisia’s blood-stained hand firmly onto the parchment. Valentio vintage 150. Since it bore an official seal, even Valus couldn’t pretend not to know.

“….”

Raktar swallowed his complicated feelings as he looked at the fallen Calisia. He had heard that the flame exiled to the desert had obtained the Blue Flame. But he hadn’t known that power would be this immense. Especially the blue giant that appeared from the flames covering the sky.

“Is she, is she dead-.”

“…She’s still alive. Are you too drunk to think straight, or were you born with insufficient brains?”

Raktar forcibly pushed away his thoughts and let out a deep sigh. Since the Hella Religion was the state religion, it had many connections with the Imperial Family. The thought that such a person had almost become the next Pope was dizzying just to imagine.

“The, clan members will be sad, so after the funeral, ceremony ends, wouldn’t it be better to, to Heaven? Should I offer a Conse, cration Prayer….”

“If a heretic leads a Consecration Prayer, would that be consecration? It would be a curse. Besides, Valus is perfectly alive.”

“But she looks, dead.”

Izriel tilted his head and poked her pale cheeks. Then Calisia’s eyelids trembled slightly.

“Huh, huh…? Her eyes! Her eyes are mov, ing! Moving!”

Surprised, he grabbed Raktar’s shoulder and shook it, telling him to look at this.

“Of course she’ll flinch since she’s alive.”

“But she was dead, wasn’t she…?”

Izriel looked back and forth between the will and Calisia with a blank expression.

“…She’s not dead yet. You alcohol addict bastard.”

Calisia barely lifted her heavy eyelids and looked around. She saw the clan chief who had become ash and the orcs with their heads buried in the ground.

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