In this crossover anime, many ruthless and powerful figures reside in my territory.

All the enjoyment was gone forever, and he resented from the bottom of his heart the lack of a holy land to punish the foreign race.

Standing in such a high position and reaping the greatest benefits, why shouldn't they protect his territory?!

This has forced him to lead a group of lowly people across the snowfield to some filthy, remote village called Red Maple Territory.

Not only were there no decent human women around to amuse him, but he also had to see filthy orc slaves every day.

However, there is still good news.

Once he arrives in Red Maple Territory, according to the Code, he, possessing the title of Duke, can directly seize the administrative power of the Baron.

Then we can enjoy the resources there.

Even if his territory is small, as long as there are no foreign tribes lurking overhead, he is the one with the most power.

Although his quality of life would inevitably decline, he was content.

Just as Duke Rakka was idly looking at his fingers, the sled suddenly jolted and then stopped.

He immediately pushed open the wooden door in anger and roared.

"Why did you stop?!"

The orcs surrounding the sled all knelt down, except for one who lay motionless on the snow.

"Your... Your Grace, someone has been injured."

"His shoes are worn out and he can't walk on the snow now."

Duke Laka raised an eyebrow and pointed at the orc's nose, cursing him.

"Are you brainless? Get me a half-orc now!"

"That guy who slowed down the team isn't allowed to eat today!"

"Move forward at top speed! Don't make me have to remind you repeatedly!"

"Dehano, you keep an eye on them!"

Outside the small sled, a middle-aged man dressed in civilian clothes bowed and nodded to Duke Laka, indicating that he would urge everyone to hurry on their way.

"That's why I said orcs are incredibly stupid. If they didn't have some strength, it would be a serious crime for them to even appear in front of me!"

Duke Laca slammed the door shut, cursing under his breath.

The orcs around him stood up in silence. One of them automatically took the place of the person who could barely walk because his shoes were worn out, while another carried him on his back.

You could see the frozen, bloody feet through the broken soles of those shoes.

On the other side, Pauline, who saw this scene, suddenly spoke up.

"Lady Melf, may I go and kill him?"

She was unusually furious, and even felt a sense of mission to stand up for what was right.

"Be patient."

Melf's expression was calm, but her eyes grew increasingly sharp.

"We haven't yet determined whether there are any traitors among us who have sided with the foreign races, we haven't yet determined who else besides Duke Raka deserves to die, and we haven't yet determined whether anyone can break free from the shackles of four thousand years and truly stand up."

Prie, standing nearby, nodded in empathy and said sweetly.

"The orcs of the United States are too submissive. They will not disobey orders as long as they can survive. They... are too miserable."

She couldn't help but think of her first meeting with Liszt. If she hadn't been lucky enough to be bought by Liszt, she probably would have lived a miserable life like these orcs.

She hoped that her compatriots, who had not given up, could find redemption from Liszt's master, just as she had.

……

None of the refugees knew that someone was watching them from a great distance.

The refugee group of two thousand people found a small cave near dusk and prepared to spend the difficult night there.

The orcs took out the dry rations from their baggage and ate them dryly, then huddled together, relying on their body heat to ward off the cold. Only humans could gather around the fire to cook the rations into a slightly warmer porridge.

"Damn it! Why is it always this awful stuff?!"

A bowl of hot porridge was thrown out of the sled window, splashing onto the rocky soil that wasn't covered by snow.

The orcs who saw this from afar gazed longingly at the overturned wooden bowl on the ground and the steaming food that had spilled out.

"How could you all be so stupid?!"

"Don't you know how to go hunting?! Don't you know how to pick fruit in the forest?!"

"Your Grace, it's not fully spring yet, and it's difficult to find animals and wild fruits in the snowy winter plains..."

"Huh?! You're giving up just because of this?!"

"You can't even solve this problem? What use are you to me!"

"Dehano! If you can't come up with any edible food soon, you might as well quit being a knight!"

"If you won't do it, plenty of others will!"

"The world has no shortage of servants!"

Now that night has fallen, all that can be heard is Duke Raka's roar and the human servants huddled around the sled like quails.

Many orcs clasped their hands together and began chanting the doctrines of the Holy Light.

All the suffering they endured stemmed from their original sin. Because they had the blood of a different race, they had to go through hardships in order to be reborn as noble humans in their next life.

Just as some people were praying, a dog-eared orc of about fifteen years old crawled through the snow and quickly came to the edge of the cave, scooping up the still-warm dry porridge in his palm.

He quickly slipped into the crowd and approached the person who was forbidden to eat that day.

Seeing the other person's face was abnormally red, the young man spoke gently.

"Uncle, open your mouth, it's hot."

Unexpectedly, the dog-eared orc Mochiko, who was so weak that even breathing seemed impossible, pushed away the young man's hand.

"No... I'm forbidden from eating today."

"But you have a fever! If this continues, you're really going to die here!"

The young man wanted to shout, but it turned into an anxious whisper.

To everyone's surprise, Mocheko still shook his head.

"If I die, it means I have paid for my sins, and I will live a good life in the next life."

"Keep these for yourself."

The young man's pupils dilated, and he finally couldn't help but shout.

"Why are you still believing in the church?!"

"If they are all real? Why were the cities breached by foreign tribes? Why did so many nobles die at their hands?!"

"I don't care about the next life! I only know that I have to live well in the present..."

Suddenly, the young man's mouth was covered.

He looked around and found that his fellow orcs were shaking their heads at him.

Because the roar of Duke Laka inside the cave has disappeared.

Mocheko, pale, thin, and weak, pushed the food the young man was holding in front of him.

“Coul, I know you want to repay me for protecting you before.”

"But it's not me who needs food, it's you who wants to live."

"Eat."

The dog-eared young man named Kohl glanced around again, only to see that the other orcs wore the same expression as Mochiko—

A hope for young people.

Without realizing it, Cole's eyes welled up with tears.

He licked the now-cold food from his palm and swallowed it with tears in his eyes.

He really didn't know what to do, but he wanted to live and see what the changed world would be like.

At least, let's not make it this suffocating anymore.

"Coul, I have one more favor to ask of you."

"Leave me quietly in the forest when you leave tomorrow."

"We can't drag those who could have survived into this mess, and the supplies we're carrying might not be enough to support so many people continuing on..."

As he spoke calmly in a low voice, the orcs around him wore expressions of sorrow.

Perhaps this is their fate.

Many orcs were too cold to sleep all night.

The next morning, Duke Rakka roared as he set off. Today, the sled pullers were a new group of younger and stronger orcs, and the faster speed made him a little happier.

He instructed the few temporary knights he had chosen to keep a close watch on the supplies and not to lose anything. As for the missing orcs...

He doesn't care.

As long as he can get to Red Maple Territory, he won't care even if all these people die.

However, we still need to leave a few people to handle things, just in case there are even more idiots in Red Maple Territory.

Meanwhile, Mochiko, a middle-aged dog-eared orc who was only wearing thin clothes, had his feet blistered and was running a high fever, was placed next to a tree in the forest as he had wished.

He gazed silently at the sky, awaiting the moment of his death.

As his vision blurred, three figures suddenly appeared in front of him.

Then warmth surged from my limbs to my heart.

"Rest assured and relax."

"You will go to a safe and wonderful place."

Chapter 110 The Remnants of the Old Era (Part 2)