My mod ruined the otherworldly art style.

As it got later and later.

The little cake that Dorothy had been longing for was finally finished.

After tasting it, she rated it as so-so, barely edible.

However, considering how hard the whole village worked, it was decided to give them a Squirrel.

Let it cut, grill, or marinate on its own.

Since Squig is a level one monster, many villagers with sufficient physical strength reached level one after eating it.

My physical condition has improved to some extent.

Many people are envious of this.

I've decided to cherish the portion of red meat I was allocated.

When our children grow up in the future, we can use this to help them break through social barriers.

Become a strong person that everyone admires.

The lavish banquet lasted until nine or ten o'clock in the evening.

All the villagers were exhausted, both physically and mentally, because of their previous foolish behavior.

At this point, the village chief suggested that the beastmen who brought them relief should move into each household.

To save our benefactor from sleeping on the streets.

Those who benefited from this point generally agreed with it.

Although these big guys look intimidating, after spending some time with them, I found that they are actually quite simple.

Besides being very violent and frequently engaging in fights.

There aren't any other drawbacks.

If you live with them, at least you won't have to worry about undead attacks.

Safety has been guaranteed to a certain extent.

Driven by these conditions, 100 orcs quickly entered the residential area.

Even Dorothy was arranged to spend the night at the village chief's house.

The village returned to peace once again from the noisy environment.

It was as if nothing had happened.

at the same time,

In the forest not far from here,

A large number of will-o'-the-wisps shot up from the ground and quickly formed a humanoid silhouette emitting green light in the air.

She has a female appearance, but her entire body is a semi-transparent soul.

Although it looks very beautiful, it also gives people a sad feeling.

"Waaaaah... Another sad night has fallen."

"Let me fulfill Lord Bone's command and play a mournful concerto for this village, hahahaha."

She cried sadly while laughing maniacally.

It was as if he were a schizophrenic, giving people a chilling feeling.

This person was none other than the Screaming Banshee that the Skeleton Knight had mentioned.

It is pieced together from the souls of women who died with resentment.

Among them were even fragments of the fallen saintess's soul, corrupted by betrayal.

It is naturally hostile to humans.

I wish everyone could die a miserable death in despair.

Now that Bone Lord has sent her to attack the village, his intention is naturally to disperse the allied forces.

We can then defeat them one by one, and no matter what tricks they have up their sleeves, they will be nothing to fear.

The wailing banshee floating in the air slowly raised her hands.

He began to sing a mournful and resentful ballad.

Under the influence of her singing, one undead skeleton after another emerged from the forest.

In the blink of an eye, the number had already reached two or three hundred.

They quickly surrounded the small village.

"Faster, faster, you bunch of useless trash."

"I want to hear the cries of humanity in despair."

"That is the most beautiful singing in the world."

The sickly-looking banshee, with a crazed expression, flew around the village, patrolling back and forth.

The investigation revealed numerous bloodstains and bones on the ground, as well as traces of several campfires.

This left her somewhat stunned, as she had been excited.

"Huh? What kind of creature's skeleton is this? Why have I never seen it before?"

"Was it shipped from another city?"

Thinking of this, the banshee's gaze fell upon the group of carriages parked in the village.

His expression became even more puzzled.

"No, no, why don't these carriages have any horses?"

"Were they all eaten by the villagers?"

"That shouldn't be the case, we didn't see any horse remains."

A variety of bizarre questions filled the Banshee's mind.

She suddenly realized that something was wrong with the village.

Just then.

The skeleton army has entered the village.

They weren't as polite as Dorothy, choosing to knock and wait.

Instead, they broke down the door and rushed in.

They were preparing to attack the residents inside.

This scene rekindled the Banshee's anticipation.

She laughed loudly with a sickly expression:

"Hehehe, come on, let me hear it properly."

"How wonderful is the despair of being on the verge of death?"

The succubus approached a bungalow, preparing to listen carefully.

But the expected screams did not come. Instead, the skeleton that went in was sent flying backwards and crashed heavily to the ground.

The immense force caused the skeleton to disintegrate completely, turning it into a pile of remains.

This sudden scene left even the banshee floating in the air stunned.

"What happened? What on earth happened?"

Before she could even figure out what was going on...

Then the skeletons in the other bungalows were also sent flying backwards.

It turned into a pile of wreckage.

"Aaaaaah, what on earth is going on?"

The wailing banshee roared to the sky, feeling like she was going mad.

He came here to attack, not to be beaten up.

Are all these villagers strong?

The skeletons that had entered the house were all driven out.

This absurd situation was completely unacceptable to her.

at this time,

One after another, tall, green figures emerged from the deathly silent bungalow.

They looked at the skeletons that had fallen to the ground and the banshees floating in the air.

Unable to contain himself, he simultaneously let out an angry roar of "WAAAGH!!"

The enormous roar swept across everything, as if it shook the entire village.

The siren flying in the air felt like a small boat being swept up by the sea.

It was a close call; he almost lost control and fell from the sky.

"This... is this an orc?"

"Aren't orcs supposed to be in the wilderness? How did they end up here?"

The wailing banshee, having regained her footing, had an expression of utter disbelief on her face.

Now she understood why the skeletons she sent in were beaten to a pulp.

It turns out that orcs have appeared here.

She had no idea how these orcs got here.

"Hey! Who are you? How dare you disturb my rest so late at night? Are you tired of living?"

"Believe it or not, I, the Queen, will turn you into a street lamp for illumination, Doro!"

Dorothy stood on the roof of the village chief's house.

She pointed with her buzzing rod at the wailing banshee floating in the air.

He was clearly angry.

"Hmm? What is threatening this banshee?"

The ghost woman searched everywhere and finally saw Dorothy, who looked like a tiny little bean.

This made her so angry that she couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time.

"Waaaaah, even an unknown little monster dares to call itself a queen."

"It seems this world is still too filthy and should be thoroughly purified."

"Only then can the cries of despair become the most beautiful notes, hahahaha!"

These delusional words deeply frightened the villagers hiding in their bungalows.

They knew there might be undead lurking nearby, but they never expected them to actually come out and attack.

Fortunately, a group of orcs came to the village today.

Otherwise, we can only wait to die.

People shivered and helplessly clung to their children and loved ones.

A sincere prayer was offered in my heart: "Your Majesty, you must be victorious!"

Amidst this widespread anticipation.

Dorothy, standing on the rooftop, snorted coldly.

"Hmph! What an impudent person! Let me, the Queen, see him."

"Whose cry is the most beautiful note, Doro!"