Oh, you orc, wait a minute.\" A young elf stands in front of a strong orc warrior, carrying what appears to be a polearm with a curved blade. He was carrying what appeared to be a pole weapon with a curved blade. The elf, too, was well-trained for his slender frame, but his body and arms were twice as thick as those of the orc warrior. Still, the elf is unafraid to stare into the orc\'s evil-looking, yet surprisingly well-defined face. What do you want from me? ・・・・・・・ The orcs, though inferior in size to their opponents, do not underestimate them. But, neither intimidated nor afraid, he quietly asks the question. You\'ve got a nice physique, don\'t you? Give me your face! Two women are watching the scene. Oh, my God! We\'re negotiating with them, and they\'re fighting with each other! Mother, we have to stop them! Sylvia, the half-elf, rushes to grab her staff and brace herself. But, \"Wait a minute, Sylvia,\" said the half-elf. I don\'t sense any killing intent in this young man. Argerin, an excellent shaman and ranger, is skilled at reading minds and signs. \'But, but ・・・・・・・ In the first place, how could Gordon take a backseat against an ordinary opponent? \'Yes, I suppose so. We\'ll see how it goes. ・・・・・・ The actuality that the actuality is that the actuality is not really a good idea. The young elf invited Gordon, an orc warrior, to join him in the middle of a wheat field. The golden ears of wheat, just waiting to be harvested, swayed heavily in the wind. Let\'s get this over with! The elf, still holding his weapon, stripped off his upper garments, revealing his bare skin! ・・・・・・ You\'re doing pretty good, aren\'t you? You\'d think orcs would have no brains except to smash and rob. A young elf wipes the sweat off his face with a sickle in his hand. The young elf wiped the sweat off his face with his sickle in one hand and said, \"It suits my nature to do things steadily and steadily. 　It is the same with the training of sword, art, and knowledge. 　 　It is because of the accumulation of these things that when the time comes to fight, I can give it my all. Gordon, an Orc warrior, sage, and enhancer, also said, as he carried the harvested wheat in his arms. I like it. We\'ll have a good time tonight. We can\'t bring it all out, but it\'s a festival! The young elf, with a carefree smile on his face, patted his new interracial friend on the shoulder. \'I didn\'t know elves were agrarian people. ...... Young men are compatible with each other in ways we women don\'t understand.\" The dark elf and the half-elf\'s father and son each commented a little off as they watched the scene.