I Became a Level -99 Vicious Lord

“Chik, Chwi!”

“Chwik!”

The clansmen were aghast to see humans dismounting from the wyverns' backs.

It had been centuries since ordinary Orcs had seen humans, except for their warriors.

Naturally, it was expected that the tribespeople would be unfamiliar with, wary of, and fearful of Otto and his entourage.

For the Orcs, humans were akin to the demon Beirungen.

“Chiiiik!”

“Chwiiik! Chwiiiiik”

So much so that even young Orcs cried hysterically while hiding behind their parents.

“Chwiik, Chwiik!”

Additionally, many of the tribespeople bared their protruding lower fangs and assumed hostile postures.

It was a clear indication of the extent to which humans were feared and hated by the orcs.

“Chwi!”

Bagram stepped forward.

“These humans are not our enemies! Chwiik! Honorable tribespeople, there is no need to fear! Chwiik! They are humans who wish to be our friends! Chwiik!”

The clansmen couldn't believe Bagram's words.

It was due to the deeply ingrained prejudices against humans.

“Arms, Disarm.”

Otto looked at the orcs and ordered his allies to disarm.

As a result, Camille, Kairos, the Soul Knights, and the magic swordsmen unceremoniously laid down their weapons.

"…..!"

"…..!"

"…..!"

The tribespeople were greatly surprised to see Otto and his group disarm themselves voluntarily.

Putting their own lives on the line.

They understood what it meant for humans to disarm in the middle of the Uruk Plains.

“It's good to see you again.”

Otto formally approached Bagram and extended his hand for a handshake.

“I am Otto de Scuderia, King of the Lota Kingdom.”

“It is good to see you as well.”

Bagram also laid down his weapon.

“I am Bagram, the Chieftain of the Thunderhoof Clan. Thank you for teaching our Orcs how to identify the evil children of the Demon Beirungen. I am truly grateful. Thank you once again.”

Despite his status as Chieftain, Bagram bowed to Otto without any reservation.

It was a natural and proper thing to do.

If it weren’t for Otto, they wouldn’t have known how to distinguish the Orcus and would have continued being manipulated by the Kingdom of Erzsebet.

"Chwiik!!"

The clansmen were shocked and confused to see Bagram bowing to a human.

For an Orc, especially a Chieftain, to bow to a human was something unimaginable.

“Please, don’t do this.”

Otto helped Bagram to stand upright.

“I’ve heard that the Thunderhoof Clan is one of the proudest, bravest, and most honorable Clans in the Uruk Plains. Is it right for the Chieftain of such a Clan to bow so easily?”

“No. Chwi.”

Bagram insisted stubbornly.

“If not for you, our tribe would have continued to be deceived by the evil children of the demon Beirungen. Chwiik. Though we Orcs despise humans, we are not a people who forget kindness. Chwiik. Even if you are human, a debt of gratitude is still a debt of gratitude. Chwiik.”

“Chieftain…”

“Thank you so much. Chwiik. With your help, we were able to eliminate the demon’s offspring.”

Seeing this, the clansmen, who had been in shock and confusion, fell to one knee in front of Otto.

“Chwiiik!”

“Chwiiik!”

“Chwiiik!”

They didn't fully understand 100% of the context.

However, listening to Bagram, it seemed that even if the other party was human, it was important to show gratitude first.

“Chwiik. We will recognize you and your companions as honored guests of our Clan and treat you with the utmost hospitality according to our customs. Chwiik.”

“I would be most grateful for your hospitality.”

Thus, Otto and his entourage were recognized as honored guests of the Thunderhoof Clan, the largest Clan in the Uruk Plains, and officially began their interactions.

Of course, they had not yet earned the complete trust of the Thunderhoof clansmen.

Why?

The rift of distrust between the two races was too deep to be bridged in a short time.

Humans.

In any case, the bond between the Kingdom of Lota and the Orcs was only in its very early stages.

Otto was well aware of that.

‘Right now, we’re just in the cautious stage of getting to know each other.'

Otto thought this as he followed Bagram.

Because he knew all too well that trust could not be gained in a short period.

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That night.

Otto and his group received a very warm welcome from the Thunderhoof Clan.

In fact, the Orcs’ warm hospitality mainly involved serving roasted pig or deer and their special brew of beer.

Moreover, the meat was often undercooked, making it somewhat difficult for humans to eat.

What made it even more challenging was the Orcs' culture.

*Swish!*

Bagram promptly sliced the testicles of the large, undercooked roast pig and placed them on Otto's plate.

Otto looked down at the undercooked, nearly charred pig testicles and realized his predicament.

‘Damn it.'

Remembering that Orcs served pig testicles as part of their hospitality for honored guests, Otto's expression turned to one of despair.

"Chwik. This is a delicacy reserved for the most important guests. Chwik."

Bagram said this while looking at Otto with eyes full of expectation.

"Please, I hope you don't refuse. Chwik."

“T-That's right. Haha, hahahaha."

Otto, now feeling awkward, forced a strained smile.

The problem was that it wasn’t just Bagram, the elders of the Thunderhoof Clan present were also looking at Otto with eager anticipation.

‘Fucking shit'

Otto felt like crying.

From the Orcs' perspective, they were offering him a kindness, and rejecting it could be seen as dismissing their sincerity.

It wasn't just the Orcs who were anticipating.

‘Hurry up and eat it.’

Camille glared at Otto.

‘Didn't you say we should respect their customs?'

‘Shut up.'

Otto conveyed his thoughts to Camille with another glare.

‘Pfft! Don’t be a coward! Can’t you just eat it already? Hahaha!'

Though Kairos didn't say anything, his expression clearly showed anticipation.

Only one person.

“Y-Your Majesty.”

Qasim was the only one visibly anxious and restless, clearly worried about Otto.

‘…It seems it's only Qasim.'

Otto, realizing that only Qasim was concerned about him, looked at him with a pitiful expression.

‘Then how can you eat it for me….?'

‘Sorry.'

Qasim turned away from Otto's desperate gaze.

‘You’re just the same!!!'

Though Otto wanted to lash out when Qasim turned away, he managed to hold back.

“T-Thank you.”

Reluctantly, Otto put the pig testicles that Bagram had served into his mouth and chewed.

‘Urff!'

Though it was quite disgusting, Otto pretended to enjoy the dish to honor Bagram's hospitality.

*Thumbs up!*

He even forced himself to suppress the urge to vomit and gave a thumbs-up to show his appreciation.

With a forced smile.

And the Orcs’ reaction to Otto's behavior was…

“Chwiik, chwiik, chwiik!”

“Chiiiiik! Chwiiiik!"

“Chiik! Chwiiiik!"

Bagram and the Orc elders started laughing heartily, holding their bellies.

"……?"

Otto looked bewildered, trying to make sense of the situation.

‘What’s going on?'

‘Why are they acting like that?'

‘Do they really think it’s that great?'

“Chwiik! you don't really have to eat it! Chwiik! Chwiik!"

Bagram said to Otto with tears in his eyes.

“Huh?”

“Chwik! We're not fools! Chwik! We don't expect humans to appreciate our food! Chwik-chwik-chwik!”

"…..!"

"Chwiik! Chik! Chwiiik!"

Otto’s expression twisted as he finally realized he had been tricked.

He realized that it had been a prank, given that they had anticipated he wouldn’t be able to eat it.

The result.

“Uweek!"

Overcome with nausea, Otto fled the scene, unable to hold back his urge to vomit.

“Fuhahahahahahaha!”

“Kekekekeke!"

“Chwiiiik! Chik.. Chik… Chwiik!”

The orcs and Otto's companions laughed heartily, clutching their bellies at the sight of Otto's state.

And Otto….

"Uweeeeeek!!"

Otto ended up throwing up.

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Thanks to Bagram's playful prank and Otto's reaction, the banquet proceeded in a very relaxed atmosphere.

And at the banquet, Kairos makes his grand debut, quickly winning the hearts of the orcs.

*Glug* *Glug!* *Glug!!*

*Bam!*

Kairos downed all the beer in one go and slammed the mug onto the table.

"Keeeeuuuuu!!! Greaaaat!!"

Bagram and the other Orcs were delighted with the appearance of Kairos.

Kairos is the epitome of a man's man.

Especially in social gatherings, he always led and dominated the atmosphere with his unique boisterousness and exuberance.

Kairos's temperament was a perfect match for the Orcs.

“Chwiik!”

“Impressive! Chwiik!”

“Chwiik! I never knew there was a human who drinks beer so exuberantly! Chwiik!”

The Orcs raised their goblets and were very pleased with Kairos, who was downing his drink without hesitation.

"Keeuuu! This is truly amazing! I don’t even like beer, but Orcs have always been exceptional at making it! Aaaah!"

Kairos had no aversion to the Orcs at all and was as knowledgeable about their culture and customs as Otto.

In the past, it wasn’t that difficult to encounter Orcs during Kairos’s time.

During his mercenary days, he also had Orc comrades.

Thanks to that, Otto and his group were able to have a very friendly and enjoyable time with the Orcs and gradually become close.

At around the time when the atmosphere had sufficiently warmed up.

"By any chance."

Otto asked Bagram.

“Do you know what lives on Thunder Mountain?”

Thunder Mountain is the highest mountain in the Uruk Plains and is known for its very unique climate, even by continental standards.

Thunder Mountain, true to its name, is a mountain where lightning constantly strikes, making climbing it something no one would dare attempt.

In fact, historically, there had been no one who succeeded in climbing Thunder Mountain successfully.

Up to the middle of the mountain was relatively manageable, but the higher one climbed, the more incessantly lightning struck, making it impossible for any living creature to approach.

“Thunder Mountain? Chwi?”

Bagram, having already dropped the formalities with Otto, tilted his head in confusion.

"There's nothing there. Chwik. With lightning constantly striking, what could be there? Chwik."

"What if there is?"

“Chwi?”

"You know about the Chawchaw, right?"

"There’s no way I wouldn’t know about the Chawchaw! Chwi!"

Bagram was very familiar with the Chawchaw that Otto mentioned.

The Chawchaw was a divine beast that was said to have accompanied the first Chieftain of the Thunderhoof Clan, making it a highly revered and sacred creature. It was something one couldn’t possibly be unaware of.

"What if that Chawchaw is still alive?"

“Chwik?”

"And what if you could become the new master of that Chawchaw?"

And then.

“Chwiik?!”

“Chik?!”

“Chwiik?!”

Even the elders of the tribe, who had been distracted elsewhere, quickly turned their heads to listen to Otto's story.

Chawchaw.

A gigantic wild boar that emits lightning from its entire body.

If only they could obtain that wild boar…

“W-What does that mean, Chwi?”

Bagram asked Otto.

"Are you saying that the Chawchaw is on Thunder Mountain? Chik?"

“Yes.”

Otto nodded his head.

"Chawchaw is sleeping at the top of Thunder Mountain, waiting for a new master to come."

“Chik, Chwi?”

"So, what do you think? Want to go find it together?"

The reason Otto knew about the Chawchaw, the sacred beast of the Thunderhoof Clan, was simple.

Because the Chawchaw was a Holy Relic in Bagram's main scenario.

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