Crockta stood in front of the city walls.0

This was Quantes, the city of gnomes. Perhaps that was why the city’s entrance looked especially small to Crockta.0

The door was firmly shut. Crockta knocked on the door and waited for the gatekeeper, but no one came out. The door remained tightly shut. Crockta crossed his arms.0

There couldn’t suddenly be a ban prohibiting outsiders from entering, right? Crockta was about to shout to summon someone when the ground began to shake.0

“…?”2

Crockta looked behind him. Something large was running toward him. His eyes widened in surprise. Huge monsters were shaking the ground as they ran over from some distance away.0

They were ogres! Ogres were monsters that were several times taller and larger in stature than orcs. They were low in intellect, so they acted closer to beasts. They were the worst monsters that attacked everything in sight and chewed up everything alive due to their violent tempers.0

An ogre, with teeth that were like saw blades gleaming inside its mouth, drooled as it stared at Crockta. There was even an unknown animal’s flesh and blood stuck between its teeth.0

Crockta tried to run, but it was too late. The ogre charged toward him.0

“Uwuuuuhhhhhhh!” The ogre swung his wooden club at Crockta, who dodged it rapidly.0

The sound of the wind ripping through the air rang in Crockta’s ears. He felt a chill run down his spine. This was an ogre’s strength. It was Crockta’s first time facing an ogre even though he heard many tales about them.4

“Dammit, bul’tar…!”3

Nevertheless,...1