"Aloone agaain, pa pa padada pa...traveling through the woods, pa pa padada pa...hunting me some moonsteers, pa pa padada pa...with fresh new cloothes, pa pa padada pa...I no loonger smell like shit, pa pa padada pa...aloone agaain, pa pa padada pa...jamming through the-" (oh? well hello there Mr. ork.)

Mattheus, in the four hours since he left town, had wandered back to where he stumbled upon the first ork and from there began jogging and kind of skipping in the general direction that it was dragging the body back then, thinking that where ever it was bringing it to must have something there like maybe a base with more orks or something and since they seemed to drop a fat amount of exp and Mattheus, wanting to explore and raise his level before registering at the adventurers guild, decided to take this chance to kill two birds with one stone.

Before leaving the town gates behind, Mattheus had also made some conversation and even struck a deal with the familiar guard. The deal was that, although slightly against the rules, he would be let back in without needing to pay the no id entrance fee, if he could make it back before the guard's shift, that had just begun, ends. That means Mattheus has about 4 hours left to be back.

Back to the present however, Mattheus had finally found a group of three orks. One of the orks was armed with a cleaver which was much like that of the first one, the second one had a hunting bow that seemed too fancy to have originally belonged to it and the third one was just carrying a bunch of dead animals.

The man takes out the trusty shortsword and goes with the same anti-ork tactic as the first time, Throw. Rock. At. Head. And so he picks out a suitable rock and throws it at the back of the bowman's head with as much force as he could, causing it to stagger and fall on the one carrying their catch.

The man then charges at the cleaver-wielding ork, this time with an actual plan of action in mind that he came up with on the way: block its swing then kick its knee in...yup, that's it...

(Alright, here comes the swing and- oh fuck that's heavy!) The ork blew the man's guard wide open with a slightly downward horizontal slash of its cleaver which the man tried to block with both hands on his sword. This caused the wrist of the man's right arm, which was holding the sword right by the cross-guard, to bend outwards at an awkward angle which hurt a lot but not quite enough for him to drop his sword.

Quickly backing off and regaining his balance, the man takes a second to think while staying out of reach. (Damn it, new plan: dodge its swing then kick its knee in...absolutely...brilliant, why didn't I think of that earlier?)

Putting the new plan in action, Mattheus patiently baits the ork to keep swinging and only once it swung wide he used his superior speed to dodge its attack which was coming directly from above this time. Dodging to his left, the man didn't waste any time to bash at its knee joint with his right leg and although the man was kicking hard, it still wasn't enough to make the about 2 meters tall, fat, pig-faced, humanoid monster fall on its knees but it did lose its balance long enough for the man to get behind it and hastily take a swing at its neck, cutting about halfway through where the man's sword met the vertebrae of its spine.

Now that all the attention of the ork was directed to blocking its red blood from flooding out, it was easy for the man still behind the ork to keep hacking away at the monster's neck but from the other side, like a lumberjack cutting down a tree, until he cut deep enough to sever the spinal cord.

Right after the ork that was as good as dead fell forward, it was turn for the unarmed one to die. This one was still struggling to get its legs out from underneath the other unconscious ork but it was too late, Mattheus swiftly stabbed the sitting ork through its back aiming for its heart. The first thrust didn't go all that deep but it went deep enough to stay in while the ork was thrashing about in pain.

Seeing his sword stuck in the back of the ork, Mattheus resolved to try and kick the blade deeper and after a couple of tries, the man succeeded in kicking it all the way in, piercing its heart. "Bing!"

After easily finishing off the last unconscious ork and storing everything around him, Mattheus took a quick look at the notification he got, making sure to also check something else quite important while he was at it.

(lvl 12, Exp 127/397, let's see, yeah, the beetle gave 106, a bunny gives around 12, the parrot gave 10 and that toad gave 20 Exp, also armed orks seem to give around 80, that unarmed one gave 62 and the bowman gave 89 Exp...Hp seems to also be...ok? 181/980 doesn't seem great but if you think about it, it's twice as high as it was before all that infection bullshit went down.)

"Hmmmh...it seems that not every monster of the same type gives the same amount of exp...probably due to the monsters having differing levels or something, the blessing might also be messing with it a little...like with the bunnies, one gave 11 exp and the other gave 13. I'm also a bit curious as to how I know the language here...hmmm...eh whatever, if it works it works, a mystery for another time perhaps...I should probably train my skills and magic today too, once I get back that is."

Mattheus then after making sure he picked up everything continued making his way down the exact path these orks were going toward before he ambushed them.

Only 10 minutes of walking later, the man heard something alarming behind him. A lone ork was charging at him with a spear.

"Ahhh...a spear, the one big weakness of swords..." resolving the issue of reach, the man simply yeets his sword at the bizarre sight of such half-naked mass flailing about at such varying speeds at the will of a speed-wise unsteady stride performed by this monster. The thrown shortsword spins through the air haphazardly but ends up beautifully smacking the ork straight in the forehead, interrupting its charge.

Mattheus, already having pulled out the pretty bow along with a similarly designed quiver which held about a dozen arrows, had a thought come to mind as he was doing his best to aim at the ork

"Who was it again that...in like fifth grade at some school camp, responded to me saying, that at least learning how to shoot a bow might come in handy even if I'm not at all accurate, by saying, nwo its stewpid and a waste wf time."

Letting the arrow fly while activating bull's eye, the arrow flew straight into the fresh nick made by the thrown sword and right through the skull of the ork that had resumed its charge after being dazed for a small moment.

Still with some momentum on it, the dead ork has its feet fly from underneath it resulting in it harshly crashing onto its back against the ground just a few meters from Mattheus and due to mass and a dirt ground, Mattheus could feel the impact tickling his feet.

"Ahh, that's right, fuck you Anthony, lowly mouth breather, bet your mom regrets not swallowing you now, wow...ok, I am so sorry, I have no idea where that came out of...no one does...khkhkhkhahahaha!"

After laughing a bit more and venting out that long-kept hidden bit of frustration, Mattheus stores everything like usual and keeps going.

Approximately 30 minutes later, the man arrives, unnoticed, at a large gathering of orks stationed in a clearing. The man makes a rough estimate of 60 orks, out of which ten had bows, another ten are unarmed and the rest have either a spear or a cleaver. There is one anomaly in the middle of the bunch though, a tanned ork marked with scars and armed with two cleavers grater in quality and size compared to the makeshift-looking ones all the others were using. All orks so far have also been around 2 meters tall but this one was somewhere between 2,3 and 2,5 meters and holding even greater mass than its already obese buddies.

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"Way more than I thought...fhuck..." Mattheus whispers under his breath, not having to worry too much about such small sounds with such an orchestra of snorting pigs in the background.

(There's too many, oh but they are all such juicy exp...what to do, what to do, what to dooo...mmh, no that'll never work, they're dumb but not that dumb...hmm...hell no I'll certainly die if I do that...hmmm...oh no, that's so boring and I won't make it back in time...but it might just work, some would say it's cowardly as all hell but fuck it, if it works, it works.)

Putting his plan in motion, Mattheus starts gathering up rocks, lots and lots of rocks...hundreds upon hundreds of rocks just to be sure, some of said rocks were boulders as big as him.

Finished with the gathering, he climbs up to a tree, takes out his bow & arrows and starts taking out the ork bowmen, picking them off one by one, with an interval of one minute which is the cooldown of Bull's eye. Mattheus also aims high so that all arrows land through the top of the targets head just in case the orks have enough brain cells to figure out his location based on the direction fired arrows stick out, and as expected, as soon as the first one goes down, every single one of the orks becomes alert.

"bing" (Ahh, Gained Knack: Archery I, that means there should be knacks that help with my terrible swordsmanship too. Damn this is boring though...god I hope they won't find me, cause I'm seriously fucked if they do.)

And so it went, slowly but surely and after about 13 minutes from firing the first arrow, The man had taken out all of the archers that numbered 11 in total as well as 3 of the spear-wielding ones with the remaining 3 arrows. As a nice bonus, all the orks began to scatter around to look for their attacker and though none strayed too far off the site, it still made it a lot easier to take out the rest.

(Ook, let's see...

Congratulations: level up 12 < 14 with Exp 484/778

Bull's eye up I < II,

Gained knack: Sniping I,

Gained knack: Camouflage I,

Camouflage up I < III,

Archery up I < II,

Gained title: Sharp Shooter,

Gained title: Concealed Slayer,

Perception up 90 < 100,

Stealth up 16 < 61,

Intelligence up 15 < 30,

Wisdom up 17 < 32,

Alright, that'll have to do, time for the most dangerous part of this extermination.)

Mattheus then slowly climbs his way down the tree, drops to all fours as soon as he gets his feet on the ground, takes out the stored spear and begins crawling around with it at the ready. (Wellh, here goes)

For the next 40 minutes, Mattheus hunted down all the scattered orks he could find, killing them in various ways depending on the situation but still always storing the bodies before moving on. He'd sneak up to those who were alone and swiftly stab them in the neck, sometimes having to stab multiple times before they went down, for those in pairs he'd throw rocks at their noggins, knocking them out or at the very least giving them a severe concussion which made them easy pickings, if a case where he missed arose, he would just quickly retry, this time with bull's eye activated.

Mattheus also twice came across more than two orks at once, one was a group of 7, the other was a group of 9 and he saved these groups for last. He dealt with them by separating them from one another as much as possible trying various ways such as purposely showing himself and running in different directions or getting a few to go check a location where some rocks he threw made a ruckus and whenever some strayed from the group somewhere even a bit out of sight, the man would go take out the stragglers. Finally, once the few remaining ones of a group realized what was going on and huddled together, Mattheus would climb a tree near them and drop all boulders stored in his inventory right on top of them.

There were 66 orks gathered in total, only problem was that Mattheus had yet to kill the 66th ork, the tanned one.

Taking a good while to look for it, Mattheus swept through the entire surrounding area, even finding the bodies of the three spear wielders he'd shot and climbing multiple trees in an attempt to find it. The man only realized that the dumbass ork hadn't moved from the middle of the clearing once he gave up finding it and went back to gather the archer corpses...it was just there, sitting on its ass, watching while all of its buddies were picked off one by one and something about that just pissed Mattheus off.

Deeply irritated, Mattheus stormed up closer to where the ork was sitting until he was about 6 meters away from it "Oi, the fuck are you doing!?"

Killing the orks thus far hadn't been anything personal, just exp, but with this last one, oh it started feeling a bit personal since the oversized ork wasn't even paying attention, it didn't even react, so the man decided to try fixing this problem by throwing a rock at it, of course aiming for its head but...it caught it...right at the last moment no less, thus the man took another rock and tried again only for the ork to catch it again with its other hand.

Now even more pissed off the man threw the copper dagger he was still holding on to and the ork, still with its eyes closed while holding the two stones, trying to act all mighty, shifted its head to the right in an attempt to dodge...only problem was that Mattheus's aim without bull's eye is pretty shitty even with the knack improving it, so instead of dodging the dagger, the tanned ork moved its head in the dagger's path.

Upon impact, the dagger made a small nick across the orks forehead and eyebrow, since the dagger was also colliding with the skull of the ork, it made a small ding that audibly resonated in it until it hit the dirt.

(Heh, oh I get it, this guy was observing me, using the others as a sort of bait to learn my anti-ork tactics, wasn't it. Putting on a show about how it wouldn't work...) "Pffft, HAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAAAA this, this fucking guy, ksshssksshh haa oohh man."

Opening its eyes to Mattheus dying of laughter seemed to properly piss it off and so, well, now Mattheus definitely had its attention as it prepared its cleavers and got up to immediately charge at him.

"Hahah, ha, haahly shi-!" not waiting around to find out what happens if it catches him, Mattheus takes off as fast as he could, surprisingly enough somewhat tied with the ork in terms of speed.

"What the actual FHUuuuuuck-" making a beeline to the trees and preparing his bow simultaneously with an angry half-ton Usain Pork hot on his heels wasn't exactly the ideal situation to be in but Mattheus was, despite that, already cooking up a similarly brilliant plan as always...Shoot it till it dies.

Proceeding with this plan in mind, Mattheus prepares an arrow in place and as he jumps over some tree roots into the forest, in mid-air, he twists his upper body to an awkward position for a second to fire the arrow with bull's eye activated but unfortunately the ork is too fast to react and simply moves both its cleavers in the arrows path, rendering it useless.

Turning back to face forward, definitely having also pulled a muscle, Mattheus keeps running while preparing another arrow. "Fuckk...haaah...new plan..." because the Bull's eye skill leveled up, its cooldown was reduced by 5 seconds but the time it will take will still feel a lot longer when running your ass off.

Eventually, the cooldown ended and once it did, Mattheus didn't waste much time to try the actually a bit smart thing that he'd come up with while being chased. Constructing this plan as he was running with the ongoing cooldown timer on display, Mattheus Took aim straight up and fired an arrow, then ran in a large circle while counting the precise seconds from the bull's eye skills cooldown until he heard the arrow he'd shot embed itself to a tree root, then he picked two distinct trees and counted the precise seconds it took for him to run the distance as fast as he could, he then kept circling back and running that same distance with the ork still chasing him relentlessly, he ran the distance and circled back taking note of how far behind him the ork was in seconds as well and once the cooldown was finished he circled back to the first tree and began praying for he only had the one arrow left.

Since it took about 7 seconds for the arrow to fall, about 10 seconds to run the distance and the ork being about 2 seconds behind him the man ran to about halfway and fired the arrow up while activating bull's eye with the target being the base of the second tree he was running toward all without slowing even a little, the rest was up to luck now.

Hearing the tiny whistle of an arrow toward the last few meters raised Mattheus's already racing heart rate even higher but the feeling of relief once he ran over the designed target in time to not get hit with his own arrow was great, what was greater though was the feeling of fulfillment he felt when he heard the whistle come to a halt followed by a squeal of pain and a heavy thump behind him a moment after. The man had actually done it, the arrow he'd fired had actually hit and it went through the orks calf, preventing it from further running, that also meant it could no longer escape.

Mattheus turned back without hesitating and ran to the tree that the ork had fallen under and began to climb. A tiny moment after, once the ork seemed like it was almost back up, Mattheus, although not high enough for his liking, dropped the biggest boulder he had in his inventory on top of the ork, this the ork didn't like very much as it was pinned under the boulder on one knee after barely catching it and for a second it looked like it could still survive but Mattheus had other plans, those plans were more boulders and it worked like a charm, crushing the ork under their collective weight. "Bing!"

"Haahh, haahh, haahh, hahahahha, holyh shit, that worked??"