I kissed the statue at the beginning and I vomited all over the floor

Just as Alvin was glaring at a few orcs who were talking nonsense, these orcs, who had not yet realized that their gossip was clearly heard, began to discuss a new topic.

"Iron Head, how long do you think Broken Tooth will keep yelling before we start fighting?"

This orc's name has a sense of naivety.

"Who knows, One-Eye? Do you think they will hand over more food after we defeat them today?"

This person must be disabled.

"Broken Tooth said that these humans have a forest with lots of food. Kong'er, didn't a kid from your family sneak in here? He said there were groups of big-horned deer further in."

This should be a two-dimensional orc.

"If you ask me, Broken Tooth is just yelling and yelling, isn't he bothering us? Let's finish beating them up quickly and let them take us to move the food..."

After hearing this, Alvin no longer dared to follow his heart.

He suddenly removed his hand from his nose and started shouting loudly.

"Headmaster! Xiling! They are going to attack us soon! I heard them speaking in Orcish..."

Before I could finish my words, a strong smell of compost rushed into my head and penetrated my soul.

Ivan started spitting rainbows at Broken Tooth who was standing in the front.

……

Ivan is a man who understands fluid mechanics.

The rainbow, carrying the lettuce and mushroom slices that Ivan had swallowed whole in the morning, drew a beautiful parabola and splashed accurately on Broken Tooth's face.

Broken Tooth and Wasteland was practicing Qi (roaring), and his big mouth opened very wide.

He only felt a warm current on his face, and a few indescribable things splashed into his mouth. With a breath, he swallowed it...

This orc diplomat, who usually considered himself to be clean and civilized, had a brown face that suddenly turned pale and then quickly turned red.

With his chest swelling deeply, Broken Tooth Wasteland let out the loudest roar of his life.

"Human boy!

Ugh—what did you do?

I'm going to puke—

Waaaaaaah, ugh—"

Unlike Ivan who was always absent-minded, Xiling was concentrating on every move of the orc opposite.

When Alvin jumped out to expose the opponent's "conspiracy", he began to recite spells in a low voice. Several white-haired huskies appeared from behind and pounced on several orc warriors.

Priest Paul held an oversized double-headed hardwood staff in both hands to block the battle axe that Broken Tooth was chopping at him.

This druid, who was the same size as the orc, began to wrestle with a genuine orc, and his muscles made his cloak bulge out in patches.

The battle started in such an incredible way.

How do you think Alvin feels now?

Was he glad that he had discovered the other party's plan in time? Or was he excited about his first battle in a different world?

Neither. Alvin is very panicked now.

Those novels about people killing decisively in other worlds are all nonsense.

It is normal for an ordinary person who has barely had a few fights to feel his calves trembling when seeing the axes and broadswords whittling each other.

But, fortunately, the scene of the leading orc being forced to swallow his own rainbow was so... hard to describe. Now, looking at the orc with his angry face and flying hair, Ivan felt a sense of inexplicable humor.

It was all thanks to this sense of humor that I didn't get scared to the point of falling to the ground.

Bent over, Ivan limped towards the outskirts of the battlefield, leaning on the half-long wooden stick Lian lent him, like a hunchbacked old man.

The situation on the battlefield seemed to be stalemate, but in fact it was not optimistic for Boll.

He underestimated Broken Tooth's fighting instinct.

As a high-level druid, brute force was definitely not what he was best at. However, this guy was driven berserk by Alvin at the beginning, and the battle axe in his hand was dancing rapidly.

Moreover, this guy had obviously lost his mind. He attacked without any plan. He didn't care whether the direction of the attack was his vital points or not, and he just kept hitting the wooden stick with all his strength.

He treated himself as an anvil, and his hands became numb from the clanging noises. He didn't even have the chance to stop and cast a spell.

Besides, the three orcs following behind didn’t look like weaklings. Although they were temporarily restrained by the winter wolves summoned by Xiling, they probably wouldn’t be able to hold out for long.

Compared to Alvin, the half-elf Xiling has rich combat experience.

After casting the summoning spell, she immediately began to recite the spell of [Entanglement].

This strategy is indeed effective in dealing with groups of enemies. First use agile summons to keep the enemies busy, and then restrict their movements.

Once you successfully control your opponent and keep some distance between yourself and him, you can resolve the battle by either casting some buff spells on Bol or using attack spells to carry out point-to-point strikes on the enemy.

But at the same time, she also underestimated her opponent.

Although the three orcs were all low-level warriors and not as good as himself, a mid-level druid, in rank, they were all elite leaders in various small tribes before the integration of the wasteland tribes.

Every day I either fight with wild beasts or quarrel with orcs. If I fight three times a day, it is a rare peaceful day.

Druids also have to take care of flowers, plants and rabbits every day, so it would be great if they could have three decent battles a month.

Even though Xiling is one of the top fighters in the entire North District Church, she does not have the opportunity to fight all day long.

So in terms of combat experience, the three low-level orcs are far ahead of Miss 180.

Although Xiling could rely on her rank to crush these three low-level opponents—and that was indeed what she intended to do—there were always exceptions.

A fellow who was thinner and had one ear missing compared to the other orcs nimbly dodged the winter wolf's attack while the other two orcs were fighting back and forth.

Ignoring the winter wolf that was about to bite his heels from behind, the nimble orc, holding a one-handed wooden stick in each hand, leaped over the negotiation table, landed in front of Xiling, and then struck Xiling in the face with a powerful upward strike.

Xiling had no time to react and had to give up casting the spell, stepped out of the prayer posture, and used the wooden staff to block the attack.

But the half-elf's physique is no match for the orcs' brute force.

As the sound of wood breaking was heard, Xiling's hands were shaken apart, and each hand was still holding a broken wooden stick.

Then he was kicked in the waist by a big foot and flew backwards.

Ivan, who was crouching and retreating, now lost his composure.

Let’s talk about men... No, no, let’s start over.

Take men for example, when they see a little girl getting hurt, they will feel some sympathy.

Although I don't know what this girl looks like, she has a nice voice and a tall figure!

She’s a half-elf, so how bad can her looks be?

So, supported by the crazy secretion of dopamine from the pituitary gland, Ivan no longer felt sore in the waist and his legs stopped shaking.

He didn't care about the flying knives and sticks, and ran to Xiling, ready to cast a [Heal Minor Injury] on her.

Unfortunately, he overestimated his image in Miss 180's mind.

Xi Ling uttered a sentence coldly from under her hood:

"If you dare to use those shady spells of yours on me, I will kill you."

Then, Alvin turned his head away with a look of grievance, looking at the earless two-dimensional orc who was striding towards him.