Maro stood up, dripping in blood.
Just as he was getting over how impressive his body was, he realized that two orcs and a couple of goblins ran out to see the commotion.
'Green fucking bastards' he thought to himself, as the orcs spun around their axes.
"You kill Goolder, me next" The bigger of the two orcs stepped forward.
"Wait, wait, wait, I beat him in a duel, do I even get a chance to rest"
"Real Orcs no rest, fight until they die" the slightly shorter Orc proudly said.
The Goblins were just chanting "Fight!" One of them yelled "if human dies, we can eat him, long time since we had good meat hehehehe"
All of them were drooling, how does this country even function on a daily basis, these guys are so quick to kill.
Fuck it, "lets get it over with, who is first?"
The bigger orc immediately started to charge… Maro braced himself… then the second Orc started to charge a split second later, seeing the Orcs take the lead, the Goblins also started throwing rocks.
Honour duel, my ass.
Maro took out his sheathed knife and finally activated Bloodrush for combat purposes. Suddenly his muscles pumped with blood, he tunnel visioned on the first Orc.
Decades of knife combat training shined at this moment, in a precise flurry he slipped the Orc's axe swing, stabbed him in his arm pit, stepped to the outside as the Orc's momentum had him going and then slit his neck.
[225 experience gained]
Before the second Orc even knew his clan member was dead, Maro kicked the knee out again and as he fell on his knees he stabbed him in the back of the neck. He let Bloodrush fade out.
[220 experience gained]
[level up to level 2]
Nice, the goblins immediately shut the fuck up and froze.
Quickly thinking on his feet
Maro yelled "You can eat them if you leave me alone!"
Their moods went back to hectic excitement, Maro picked up his axe and then went to find some water to wash in when he heard extra disgusting sounds, he didn't want to turn around but he had to look.
Half the goblins were just tearing out the guts of the first Orc and then the other half were… engaging in non consensual intercourse with the dead orc body…
Less than a week in this world and he never wanted to see another Orc or Goblin ever again.
Maro looking at the revolting sight… thought to himself… The world would be a bit better if they died…
He casually lined himself up and used vanguard rush, while wielding his axe. He cut 3 goblins in half, in one swing.
After dealing with the rapist goblins, he then killed all the cannibal goblins. He got about an Orcs worth of experience points for killing the Goblins, but all was not lost, he got a shit ton of copper coins from all the goblins.
It's like these Goblins hoarded all their pennies and never let it leave their person. He replaced his Iron knife and managed to pick up higher quality steel ones, one sheathed by his hip and the other on his back waistband.
He picked up his axe and started heading back to base camp, completely morally defeated. He kept muttering something to himself about making a good impression on the first day of work.
By this point in the day, as he entered camp, all the goblins and orcs had stopped working and run off. Heck he might have killed them back there but he couldn't tell those green assholes apart.
The Humans, Dwarves and Gnomes all stared at Maro as he walked to the water trough caked with blood. Gnarlo was still on site, with his mouth agape wondering what the hell happened.
Gnarlo briskly walked over to Maro as he was washing his face.
"Uhhhmmm, is everyth" Maro interrupted him.
"3 orcs and a bunch of goblins" he said aloud for everyone to hear him.
Startled, Gnarlo went "excuse me, what do you mean?"
"Dead, by my hand… those green fucking rapist, thief murderers tried to kill me but I killed them"
You could hear a pin drop, not one axe was swung in the entire camp as the word spread.
Maro, in the depths of his despair, washed his face again. With his hands covering his face, he suddenly heard a slow clap from Gnarlo…
The clap carried in the breeze and within seconds everyone was cheering and praising Maro. Maro had given up and thought he would get in trouble for killing so many Green shit stains, but he was surprised at being recognized as a Hero.
Maro's ego ran with it, he immediately felt amazing. Accepting the cheers and waving back, after a couple of minutes it felt like it was dying down but then someone had ran out and confirmed Maro's kills by bringing back an Orc head.
A second wave of cheers erupted towards Maro, as the Orc head was being kicked around the camp. All of the Loggers were trying to get a kick in for their own personal revenge.
Finally it died down and Gnarlo took him to the Foreman's tent to speak quietly.
"Listen, you killed Goolder and his crew, they were huge assholes to everyone. They caused every single slow down and shut down of our site, from stealing axes to killing crew members outright. We were in trouble with the Goblin merchant lord for not meeting our quota, but now we will easily exceed it. Thank you, you will get a nice bonus for this."
Maro was happy he was getting treated so well, but at the same time he was worried about blowback and like Gnarlo was reading his mind, he responded.
"Don't worry, everyone hear hates those fucks, the bodies don't even need to be moved. We'll just say they all took off and fought each other and died, no one is going to investigate this… but at the same time, shut your mouth, don't say anything about this to anyone outside Kadrin and I.
Everything can still be reported to someone, a goblin would love to snitch on you for a copper, so take it easy… that being said, drinks are on me tonight, take a break and lets finish the day"
Gnarlo winked, tried to pat him on the back but just slapped his ass and walked out.
If Maro had a flaw, it would be his ego, and right now his was inflated.
Maro basically spent the rest of the work day working out by picking up logs by hand and stacking them for the Gnomes…
Gnarlo blew a whistle to signal the end of day and he took the crew to the Inn for a round of drinks.