The orc groom, named Gorvak Ironfang, was an officer in the night patrol team of E-Rantel's southern district. His orc clan, the Ironfangs, once roamed the vast wilderness.
Years ago, after the Sorcerer Kingdom's army wiped out two-thirds of the Ironfang tribe, the survivors were forced to choose between total annihilation or relocation.
With only a third of their population left, they packed up and, under the "invitation" of the Sorcerer Kingdom, moved to E-Rantel. There, they became one of the poster children for "harmony among all races of the world."
The Sorcerer Kingdom used death threats as a stick and gold coins and grain as a carrot, rounding up different races to settle in E-Rantel like animals in a zoo. In no time, they whipped up a city that screamed "all races living together in peace."
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On the ceremony platform, the orc shaman, with a silver ring pierced through his nose, shouted, "Honored guests, dear friends, in this awesome moment, let's dance for this happy couple, raise a glass to their fiery love, and wish their life's path always be covered with flowers and roasted meat!"
"But," he switched gears, "before we get to that, we gotta give a big shout-out to the greatest leader in the world—Supreme Overlord Ainz Ooal Gown!
"Without the badass Supreme Overlord, we wouldn't be chilling here together! Without the epic Supreme Overlord, we wouldn't have this sweet, peaceful life! Without the mighty Supreme Overlord, the groom and bride wouldn't have met, fallen for each other, or tied the knot!
"Everyone, on your feet! Join me in singing praises to the Supreme Overlord we worship, adore, and back with all we've got!"
With a loud rustle, everyone in the church stood up—cheerful orcs, grim-faced humans, every single one. Even the groom and bride shot up, standing tall and straight, all serious and proper.
Hands on their chests, they took a deep breath and sang in unison:
"The red sun in the sky is hot and bright.
"In our heart, Ainz is the sun!
"He leads us onward;
"Hand in hand, we will win!
"Ee-ya ee-zee-yo, Ya-r ya-zee-yo-ah!
"Hand in hand, we will win!
"The red sun in the sky is hot and bright
"In our heart, Ainz is the sun!
"He lets us drop our hatred.
"All tribes united, victory!
"Ee-ya ee-zee-yo, Ya-r ya-zee-yo-ah!
"All tribes united, victory! ..."
EeDechi and Barrett were in the back row, standing up and pretending to sing, but their mouths barely moved.
Good thing everyone else was belting it out so loud, and with the church's echo, all the voices blended together. No one noticed they were faking it.
After the big, booming choir wrapped up, everyone plopped back into their seats. The musicians fired up the accordion again, playing a sweet tune perfect for the wedding vibe.
Up on the platform, the orc shaman with a silver ring in his nose turned to the bride. "Willow Garcia, through war or peace, sickness or health, death or new life, will you take care of him, love him, and serve him for the rest of your days?"
"I..." The gorgeous bride, Willow Garcia, turned her head away in despair, two sparkling tears rolling down her cheeks. "I..."
""I OBJECT!" A deep, gutsy shout drowned out the accordion's gentle melody.
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Roaring Heroes Battle the Overlord (Ainz) - Part 1 (Chapters 1 to 200)
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