novelraw Chapter 131 : Chapter 131
Chapter 131 : Chapter 131
Chapter 131
In the end, the Royal Army had no choice but to enter the forest again.
Moner held both justification and power.
They tried to buy time by claiming injuries, but even that was impossible.
“To think there was such a secret medicine in Moner…….”
Because of the secret medicine that healed the body with terrible pain the moment it was drunk, no injured remained.
“General, what do you intend to do?”
Looking at the forest where thick darkness had descended, Garme lowered his head.
“Is there any other way? We have no choice but to curl up like turtles.”
They enter the forest, but that’s it.
Garme intended to set up camp and hole up inside it.
Of course, the forest of demonic beasts shattered the Royal Army’s expectations into pieces.
* * *
Returning to the forest, Ian faced the Special Mission Unit with serious faces.
“The scale of isolated Orcs has increased. On top of that, because the spell you mentioned was mobilized, hunting has become difficult.”
“The Special Mission Unit, with a high distribution rate of Knight Slayers, is hunting somehow, but other armies are in a helpless situation.”
“Since their reason has decreased, how about aiming for close combat…….”
Orcs under the spell were incomparably stronger than ordinary Orcs.
Just what I confirmed directly was a nonsensical ability where all physical abilities were enhanced.
‘It seems they use life force as a cost…….’
The duration is about three days.
Orcs under the spell died after three days.
‘Why?’
The part utterly incomprehensible is exactly this.
“Why on earth use such a spell?”
“Wouldn’t it be to inflict damage somehow?”
I shook my head at Vergil’s words.
“No, the legion is still trapped in magic. There’s no way they can know what’s happening outside.”
Hunting isolated Orcs is merely a coincidence.
Because what we are hunting are guys close to the legion’s reconnaissance unit circling the outskirts or emergency rations.
“There’s no way they haven’t noticed the witch’s intervention by now, but the legion isn’t gathering, and more Orcs are falling away.”
And in appearances no different from berserkers.
“First, more Orcs falling away must be to save food.”
This I can understand.
Since the duration increased due to the witch’s intervention, and proper food would be scarce.
Reducing mouths would have been the easiest way to manage food.
No matter how much of a tyrant he is, he wouldn’t be able to treat all Orcs like food.
“It’s strange to use such a spell on those guys.”
There must be a reason.
“Mm… Commander, could the spell have another effect?”
Tail, tilting his head, continued.
“The guys under the spell all move their jaws like hungry ghosts, but no matter how much they eat, isn’t the time of death similar?”
Startled, Ian looked at Vergil.
“Yes, among the Orcs confirmed so far, none lived longer than 3 days.”
A spell blatantly burning life force, but nothing changes even if they gain life force…….
Isn't this practically a zombie?
Suddenly, a strange thought occurred.
“I thought it was a coincidence, but maybe not.”
“Pardon?”
“Orcs chased the retreating Royal Army. At that time, I thought the witch’s magic didn’t work because they were chasing the Royal Army.”
If escaping the witch’s restraint wasn’t a coincidence.
What if Orcs, practically dead the moment they fell under the spell, escaped the restraint?
“Does it matter? Not all of them are released, and it’s only a few thousand at most.”
“Right. Using such a spell on nearly three thousand Orcs itself would be surprising. That must have been the limit the Shaman had.”
If I were the tyrant, wouldn’t I be disappointed?
If I use the spell on more troops, I can start the war right away?
“So what came out must be life force.”
The hostility strangely concentrated on humans.
It can’t be a coincidence that Orcs showing tremendous hunger targeted only humans.
“They intend to kill humans and receive life force to increase the range of the spell.”
“Since obtaining life force from demonic beasts tainted with mana would be harder than from humans no matter how many they hunt.”
“Then more and more Orcs will be released.”
“Exactly.”
Surprisingly, Vergil and Tail took it lightly.
“Just when I thought everyone needed more training, it seems it will be good training after a long time.”
Thinking it was an opportunity to be active after a long time, I swallowed a bitter smile at Vergil’s happy appearance.
“Well, could Orcs appearing from the west be simply a coincidence?”
* * *
“Oh King! Preparation for the spell is finished!”
At the Shaman’s shout from the side, the tyrant crumpled his face.
This Shaman didn’t suit Orcs at all.
No low and gloomy laughter, nor the snorting nasal sound unique to Orcs.
Not even the groundless sense of superiority or confidence a Shaman should rightfully have.
What he disliked most was that way of speaking.
If there were another Shaman, he would have cut off that tongue.
‘Tsk, I should have kept the guy who sewed his mouth and eyes alive.’
What could be done.
He was the one who killed the Shamans opposing entry into the depths.
‘Come to think of it, wasn’t this guy the only one among Shamans who believed in the World Tree?’
Rather than having other thoughts, he was just a guy born servile.
Seeing the Shaman rolling his eyes frantically, a sigh came out naturally.
“…How many this time?”
“Six thousand warriors left to prove their great achievement!”
What he disliked most was this.
That that Shaman obtained the souls of dead Shamans and surpassed his class.
Even to the point of implementing a formula escaping the witch’s magic.
‘Moving like this, one month.’
However, the war will end before that.
If he gathers a little more life force, the Legion Commanders can move.
“Good.”
As the tyrant nodded as if tired, the waiting Orcs fell away from the main unit simultaneously.
* * *
Ian visited the Royal Army leading the Special Mission Unit.
“Commander! Those bastards’ eyes are totally bad, should I pluck them out?”
Although gazes blatant enough for Hoodwock to draw his dagger followed them.
“Don’t mind it. To those people, we have no choice but to look like villains.”
He was the one who forced the Royal Army, which suffered great damage, to enter the forest again.
Since they had no intention of protecting Moner in the first place, Moner would inevitably look like an enemy to them.
After warning the Special Mission Unit not to create problems unnecessarily, he headed to the largest barracks, and a familiar face welcomed him.
“Did you come to monitor us or something?”
Garme, wrapped in bandages all over his body as if protesting, raised his body with help from surroundings.
‘Ha! Calling that acting.’
Since he handed over a considerable amount of stimpacks, there’s no way he needs bandages.
Unless he was cursed in the forest of demonic beasts right now of all times.
But today’s purpose isn’t to pick a fight.
Since whether they investigate the west or not isn’t important.
“Calm down, I just stopped by to warn you in advance because it seems Orcs are coming from the west.”
Instantly, the General’s eyebrow twitched.
“Here? While saying you can’t even find the enemy’s location, it seems the Young Duke has become certain.”
It was a fully expected reaction.
Since the Royal Army doesn’t know about Moner’s cute guide.
They wouldn’t be able to believe the fact that one can move in this forest where one must rely on torches every moment.
“I just happened to find traces and came to deliver a warning.”
Also, I intend to stick around with the Royal Army for a few days.
If Orcs are targeting life force and hunting humans, the Royal Army where a large-scale army is stationed would look the most appetizing.
“Just in case, I will stay for a while until the bastards are discovered.”
However, Garme’s thoughts must have been different, as a cold dismissal fell.
“…Thank you for coming all this way, but you do not need to worry about the Royal Army.”
“I don’t want to worry either, but it would be troublesome if the Royal Army holes up in the castle before seeing the main unit.”
When I said looking at him blankly, Garme’s face flushed red.
Ah, provocation wasn’t the purpose today.
This is really the fault of the General looking like that.
I just met his eyes, but my mood worsened at the face acting like he’s sick.
Grind!
“Moner’s help is not needed. Since we will guard the west, the Young Duke should guard the center.”
“Mm.”
As I let out a groan at the difficult situation, Garme continued.
“This old body is only worried that the unit’s morale might drop further.”
Ian reluctantly nodded.
‘If I warned this much, they won’t be defeated stupidly.’
At least they will be able to buy time until other units come to help.
Thinking just in case, after leaving a few emergency devices, Ian left the Royal Army’s camp.
* * *
After Ian and the Special Mission Unit left.
“How dare a greenhorn!”
Garme, unraveling the bandages nervously, shouted continuously.
“How dare that moron insult my unit?! When he hasn’t even encountered such a legion!”
The appearance of the General who always maintained composure was nowhere to be seen.
“You! Go right now and call Commander Carlson!”
He unconsciously felt threatened by Ian’s warning.
“No need to call, General.”
Just in time, Carlson, who was waiting, entered.
“Why are you so angry?”
“That scoundrel said enemies are coming this way. The Knight Order should help prepare too.”
A cold voice came out from his mouth, which always treated the Commander with honorifics.
“Kuhuhu, this is too much. After I apologized so much.”
“What do you expect when you gained nothing even after losing so many soldiers?”
Throwing off the acting and facing the truth with Carlson.
“By the way, if troops similar to last time come…….”
“We will block them without difficulty.”
The gazes of the two collided in mid-air.
“Isn’t that alone regrettable?”
“I said if you touch my soldiers without permission one more time, I won’t stay still then.”
“Eh-hey, who said anything?”
Carlson, slightly licking his lips, continued.
“Seeing last time, it seemed those guys follow like crazy if it’s a person…….”
Around the time Garme’s expression distorted at that devilish smile, Carlson continued.
“Couldn’t Orcs attach themselves to a few knights returning to the fortress by chance?”
“You mean to drive the Orcs to the fortress.”
Garme, pondering with a serious face, lifted his face.
“I hope there are no mistakes this time.”
Carlson, smirking, nodded.
“Do not worry. Since whoever dies, it will be my knights dying.”