When Crockta entered the city, he wasn’t restrained at the entrance, unlike at Arnin. Was this what big cities were like? Even Crockta was impressed this time. Elves riding on pegasuses flew in the sky, and huge spirits he had never seen before were roaming around with elves on their shoulders. The buildings were so big and beautiful that he felt as if he was surrounded by works of art.1

This was Maillard, the city of elves! Maillard was considered to be the birthplace of elf players. With its bustling urban life, diverse work opportunities existed, and the nearby hunting grounds were perfect for beginners as they didn’t have high-level monsters. Compared to Orcrox, it was heaven. However, that was the problem. Crockta shook his head disapprovingly. This place was too refined. The elves here probably didn’t know what it was like to struggle and had only walked smooth-sailing paths.0

‘The mind becomes weak if the body is too comfortable!’0

“Fragile elves!” muttered Crockta with the pride of an orc warrior.2

Yet, his eyes were distracted by the curvaceous figures of the beautiful elves passing by.1

He shook his head to come to his senses. “A warrior is not enticed by women!”0

‘Pain makes a warrior stronger. I must not be enticed by sweet things.’2

Crockta began singing the song of orc warriors to keep his mind straight, “A warrior doesn’t need womeeen!”0

Something was off though. Every citizen he passed by glanced at him warily, even though orcs weren’t uncommon here. This was a big city where anyone could enter. He even saw a few orcs nearby.0

Then he ran into someone who cleared up his confusion.0

It was an orc. The orc’s eyebrows twitched when he saw Crockta. He then approached...0