Drums made of animal skins beat to a climax, and a simple vertical flute made of a whole thin tree trunk played a heavy bass note.
　On a stone altar bathed in the morning sun, the head and heart of a Bloody Boar, killed by tribal hunters, are offered and incense is burned.

　Large and small figures faced each other in front of the altar.
　Both wore crowns made of woven tree bark. However, one of the figures was not wearing the crown directly on its head. ...... Or rather, the head itself did not exist, and the crown was forcibly placed on top of the severed head.

　The larger figure is Nvadgi, the great chieftain of the ogre.
　The larger figure is the Ogre chieftain Nvadgi, his stout upper body unclothed, instead painted in the same primary colors as the stone club. But even the paint was half blotted out by a waterfall of sweat.
　His breathing was ragged and his shoulders were bouncing up and down, as if he was damaged or at the limit of his stamina. A number of painful bruises had already appeared on his legs and abdomen.

　On the other side was the headless Rene, with his white, thin, paint-covered upper body exposed.
　Breathing is impossible because ...... there is no head to begin with. In fact, he is not even sweating.
　This is simply because Rene is undead, but when he faces the exhausted and wounded Nvadgi, it is the most cruel picture of superiority.

"Ubaaaaaaa!

　With a cry that could best be described as the roar of a wild beast, Nwadgi swung down his huge painted stone club.

　Rene responded with a blow that only thought of smashing.
　He stomped one foot into the ground as if he were stepping through it, and swung the club with both hands in an upward motion.

　The clubs shot at each other in midair, and Nvadgi's club was deflected and slammed into the ground.
　The ogres watching the battle let out a cry that could not be described as a scream or a cheer.

Aah!

　The head of Rene, dedicated to Udanosuke, screamed out in the gallery surrounding the battlefield.

　Instantly pulling his foot out of the ground, Rene dove forward as if dragging a club.
　Sliding underneath Nwadgi's crotch, Rene got up and struck him in the back of the knee with centrifugal force.

"......!

　The response was subtle, but even the muscle mage broke his knee.
　The damage to his lower body had accumulated to the point where his footing was becoming unstable, and a "knee crunch" would do him no favors.

　He loses his balance, and Nwadgi starts to roll onto his back.
　Rene immediately jumped on him.
　He kicked him in the sweaty back and used his broad shoulders as a springboard.

"Got it!
"Ugh!

　Rene swung the stone club straight down and hit Nvadgi clean in the head.
　The crown was smashed, and after a beat, the knocked-out body of Nvadgi fell like a felled tree.

"Chief!
"Oh no, the chief is ......!

　The ogres screamed this time.
　The priests forgot their prayers, the musicians forgot to play, and the ogres who looked like a rescue team were panicked by the shocking situation.
　A group of ogres who looked like a rescue team rushed to Nvadgi, carrying potions in wooden bowls.

　Seeing that the battle was over, Alastor gave Rene his cloak and returned the head that Udanoske had kept for him.
　Rene, who had removed the crown and placed his head on his neck, looked around at the stunned ogres.

I've crushed the ...... crown. I've crushed the crown, so I've won, right?
"Oh. I'm not sure what to make of this, but I think it's a good idea.

　The priest Ogre, adorned with colorful bird feathers, finally came to his senses and said the congratulatory words in a trembling voice.
　The duel had been fought, and Rene had won.
　In other words, Rene had taken control of the tribe that had been ruled by Nvadgi.

"Ugh, ...... didn't win, .......
Chief!

　Nvadgi, who had been forced to drink a potion, sat up quickly, rubbing his head.

　This is a great way to make sure that you don't end up with a tomato. The crown may have cushioned him a little, though.

The game is over. ...... Odeh will follow. ......
I'm sure you'll understand.
　I'm not sure what to make of it, but I'm sure it's a good idea. ......

　I'm not sure if this is a good idea, but it's a good idea.

　Magic is a skill of the weak and is not allowed in a duel: ......
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　Nerikijutsu is the art of changing one's own body using biological magic power as leverage.
　It is a way to achieve self-enhancement (buffs) and magical body techniques.

　...... is, frankly, magic in principle.
　It's a skill used more by warriors than by magicians because it requires physical training to master, but no matter how you put it, it's still magic.

"That's not magic!　It's a warrior's skill!
The principle is the same no matter what you say!
　It's not magic! I'm not sure I'll be in this situation twice or three times, but I should probably train in some sort of chiropractic or martial arts.

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　He has not even mastered the advanced kneading technique ...... that uses equipment as a medium.

　Anyway, by avoiding head-on combat as much as possible, Rene defeated Nwadgi.
　Nvadgi's fighting techniques are only for use against ogre ...... opponents who are as large, powerful, and slow as he is.
　By moving around nimbly, Rene gained the advantage.
　However, René knew he couldn't be too happy about this victory. The ogres who had spent generations holed up in the jungle had trained with their own kind, and had little experience fighting against humans.
　They must not be defeated every time they fight an enemy that makes use of their speed. We need to think of ways to support them on the battlefield, and we need to train the ogres themselves.

"Then, as I said before the battle. You can still be the Great Chief.
　But you will be responsible for making sure all the members of the tribe obey me. Understood?


I know. ...... No, I'm serious.

　I'm not sure if it's kneeling or praying, but I'm going to get down and bow.
　An avalanche of all the ogres at the battle followed suit, forming a circle of prostration around Rene.

"Alastor. Make a plan of action for the future.
　We'll be moving in as soon as Everis and the others return.
"Ha!
I've got some work to do first.

　I'm not sure if you've seen this, but I'm sure you've seen it.

I'm going to need a little help in the jungle.
　I need a few good looking warriors.

　A questioning light flashed in Nvadgi's gray eyes.

　I will.

　This part of the jungle was still inhabited by demons, in addition to several tribes of ogres.

　It was a large dome made of woven reed-like grass.
　Sunlight streamed in through the ceiling, which was woven like a smoke hole, making the green carpet of woven grass shine. Strangely enough, the carpet of grass was as fresh as living grass.
　At the back of the dome, part of it was flooded like a beaver's nest, leading into the river.

"Yes, sir, ...... we, the clan, submit to you, Princess.

　A dried-up lizard sitting opposite Rene hung its head in reverence.

　The upright, lizard-like demon race, the Lizardmen.
　The body was generally streamlined and smooth, but the scales on the head, shoulders and back were thick and dragon-like.
　The abdomen, where the scales are softer, is tattooed, and they wear armor made of giant fish bones to protect them.

　They are an aquatic species, living near the water and in the water.
　Originally, they can also operate on land, but the Lizardmen of the jungle seem to have refrained from going above ground for fear of competing with the Ogre.
　The exception to this is if the Forge spews too much fire and starts a forest fire. The exception to this is when the Forge spewed too much fire and caused a forest fire, and they were in charge of putting out the fire so that the forest would not disappear.

　When the lizardman chief, Fleshshirreguy, announced his unconditional surrender, the lizardmen gathered at the riverside meeting place were in an uproar.
　They sat in a double row in a circle, whispering to each other in a shrill, snake-like voice.

"Chief, but ......!

　A young lizardman with pale indigo scales rose from the circle.
　A young lizardman with pale indigo scales rises from the circle, his swordsmanship momentarily frightening Fleshsil Leggy, who glares back with heavy, sunken eyes.

If you think you can win, point your spear at me.
"Gosh .......

　The young lizardman seemed to be at a loss for words.

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　It's the kind of evil that makes even the demons of the evil gods tremble, and it's intimidating.
　Even the dullest of people can sense the difference in strength.

　And then there was the steel beast sitting at the entrance of the meeting hall, the "gorgeous molten steel beast" Forge that Rene had ridden so far.
　And behind Rene, crouched in a cramped position, were a selection of Ogre warriors.
　Rene had even brought along the "earthly threat" that the Lizardmen feared.
　And what does that mean?
　The lizardmen were horrified when Nvadgi snapped his neck suggestively.

The Lizardmen were horrified. "...... How can we live without our mother forest and river!
　I'm not sure what to do.

　The young man stood up and, seemingly unable to find a place to put his fist,......, but not dared to stick his neck out here, walked out of the meeting place with an angry shoulder.
　An unsettled air lingered in the air.

I'm sorry.
　I'm sorry, we never meant to disobey you!
"I know.

　I know." Fleschschilregier hurried to intervene.
　I'm sorry, but I would never disobey you!
　It was not disappointment. It was more of a "I know" or "I knew it" reaction.

　--Hmm, a chief with no clout. If a young hopeful had emerged, this would have definitely turned into a tribal civil war. ......

　I don't know how this tribe's chief is inherited, but it seems that the weak old chief's approval rating is not good. I wonder if there are many lizardmen who secretly think like the young man.
　Well, René's demand was not only to obey him, but also to abandon the place where he had lived for so many years, so it's not surprising that the chief is dissatisfied with his obedience.

　However, in this situation, Fleschschilregier was rather excited and clinging to René, as if he wanted to jump up and down.

　You'll be able to find a lot more than just a few of them.

'...... Chief. I'm willing to help if you're willing to follow me.
　I want loyal soldiers. Keep them in line.
"Ha-ha-ha!

　Fleschschilregy bows his head.

　René's visit was a blessing in disguise for him. He had lost his influence in the tribe, and by becoming the representative of René, the overwhelming conqueror, he could maintain his power. It would be hard to criticize him for choosing the path of obedience, since he could not win in a fight.
　On the other hand, Rene can easily control the Lizardman tribe by putting a collar on the chief.
　It's a win-win situation.

　Rene looks around the lizardman meeting place.
　Everyone seemed to be shot at the mere sight of him, and no one dared to resist.