novelraw Chapter 133 : Chapter 133
Chapter 133 : Chapter 133
Chapter 133
Though it was said they were defeated absurdly easily, the Royal Army led by Garme was absolutely not incompetent.
It was not a coincidence that they had achieved victory while moving across dozens of battlefields.
“There, I see the bastards!”
A ranger waiting on a makeshift watchtower shouted upon seeing the faint figures of Orcs.
As the dark green race entered under the hundreds of glow beads embedded densely, reports followed from all directions.
“Orcs detected in the front! It is a dense formation as expected!”
“They are running without stopping!”
“Hold your positions!”
The commander’s sharply shouted gaze turned to the endlessly continuing Orcs.
‘A little more, more, more…….’
If they were unprepared, maybe.
Now that they had grasped the bastards’ characteristics, Orcs were not objects of fear.
Only objects of vengeance who swallowed their comrades.
“Now! Burn the bastards!”
Simultaneously with the commander’s shout, fire arrows flying from all directions dug into the Orc ranks.
- Grrk?
- Grrrk?!
The moment the fiercely running Orcs flinched at the sudden fire arrows.
Whoosh!
As the oil sprayed on the ground caught fire, the flames swallowed hundreds of Orcs.
- Graaaaaaack!
- Kraaaaaack!
The terrible screams of Orcs burning alive and a disgusting smell spread through the forest, and the rangers, quickly retreating, watched the Orc formation.
- Kraaaaaack!
Orcs going berserk, flailing their arms and legs to extinguish the fire.
“Report status!”
“Not dead yet!”
“Team 1 on standby!”
“Teams 1, 2 on standby!”
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The commander, frowning at the sequentially incoming reports, looked to the side.
“The bastards seem tougher than expected.”
“If they died at this level, wouldn’t it be unfair?”
Garme, clicking his tongue at the commander’s words, narrowed his eyes and looked forward.
Although only whitish smoke was visible from the Royal Army’s camp, just imagining the Orcs dying under that smoke was satisfying enough.
Unlike before when they couldn’t avoid a crushing defeat, the result of this battle would end in the overwhelming victory of the Royal Army.
“Tell the rangers except Team 1 to prepare the second trap.”
“Yes!”
Simultaneously with Garme’s order falling, the order spreading on the wind headed to the ranger unit at the front.
“Except Team 1, everyone move to the next operation position.”
“Tch, I wanted to see the bastards burnt to a crisp.”
“No need to worry since they are still pouring in. Today you can hunt to your heart’s content.”
“It’s regrettable that I couldn’t kill them with my arrows.”
As the rangers, leaving short impressions, moved toward the next trap, the team leader of Team 1, staring beyond the fiercely burning flames, sighed briefly.
He wasn’t the least bit afraid of the Orcs pouring in endlessly from beyond the darkness.
“It’s natural to win since we used glow beads, low-grade spirit stones, and even Drake oil, but…….”
After the visibly consumed items run out.
Only the next part was worrying.
“The higher-ups will take care of that much.”
Thinking they could spend money like water because they had a plan, he shook his head and looked at the rangers of Team 1.
“As soon as the end of the Orc formation is visible, we move too.”
“Yes!”
Until then, no one in the Royal Army worried about victory.
* * *
Ian, standing far away, was watching the Royal Army’s battle with the Special Mission Unit.
“Wow… It would really be comfortable to fight with it lit up like that.”
“Our training was fighting with eyes closed to get used to the darkness…….”
As soldiers began to murmur at the sight of the Royal Army using consumable items like water, Hoodwock shouted in a stern voice.
“You bastards! Do you think we don’t do it like that because we can’t?! We don’t do it because there’s nothing left even if we fight like that! Nothing left!”
Snorting ‘hmph’, he pointed at Ian and said.
“Look at our Commander too! He’s not envious at all, right? Why is that?! Because there’s nothing left even if we win fighting like that! At best, the Royal Army is a gathering of idiots and they’ll all die after using all that, so what’s the use, is what he means!”
Shouting confidently as if he couldn’t be wrong, Hoodwock stroked the Knight Slayer he cherished and said.
“On the other hand, what about us? We are real soldiers who can chew up and eat that much with less than a tenth of the Royal Army’s troops. Real deals among real deals who use swords well and spears well! So we don’t need any of that!”
While Hoodwock’s mental education was in full swing.
Ian’s two clenched hands trembled.
‘What a waste…….’
If I knew the Royal Army was overflowing with money like that, I would have treated them better…….
Moner’s financial state, always struggling with poverty, hadn’t changed much even now.
Most of the money was insufficient even for Central Hold’s troop production, food, and basic equipment like low-quality arrows, swords, and shields.
The reality of Moner was that without stimpacks, we couldn’t even buy healing potions right now.
‘It’s useless to pretend to be close now, right?’
Who knows.
If I start reading the room and pretending to be close from now on, couldn’t I get a few glow beads at least?
First, if I lower myself saying there was a misunderstanding…….
Just as I was envisioning the future for a while, Calua, looking at Ian with pathetic eyes, slightly turned his head and muttered.
- …Ugly, human.
Even at the words like a dagger, Ian just shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.
‘If I can get Drake oil, being a little ugly is nothing.’
In a situation where rumors are rampant that I’m a notorious dark wizard and a villain preparing demonic beasts to swallow the Kingdom, what’s the big deal about being a little ugly.
If I can get items useful for war, it doesn’t matter if I become disgusting, not just ugly.
‘No. Rather than going around complicatedly like that, if I just wipe out the Royal Army and pick up the items…….’
Just as Ian was smacking his lips contemplating the best way to rip off items.
‘…Huh?’
I felt a bizarre mana flow starting from the center of the Orc camp swallowing the Orc camp.
‘What is that?’
A mana flow that even Ian, who had killed Orcs over hundreds of times under the guise of training, had never seen.
“Hoodwock, order a few fast guys to bring Vergil and the Knight Order.”
“Pardon? Ah… Yes, understood, Commander.”
Hoodwock, tilting his head at the sudden order, was about to head to the soldiers quickly at Ian’s serious face.
Ian, watching the mana flow quietly, crumpled his face and said.
“No, order a few guides to bring the Knight Order, and Calua, bring the Black Noble Troop. Hoodwock, you meet with Vergil and check the Count’s camp with the guide there.”
“That… Commander, if the Knight Order and the Black Noble Troop leave together, wouldn’t the gap be too big?”
After information spread that Orcs under the spell could find humans, Moner is surrounding the forest as if besieging it to not miss a single Orc.
Pulling out the Black Noble Troop and the Knight Order, who were responsible for a considerable area, would increase the burden on other armies.
Knowing that damage could occur in other units in the worst case, the answer was set.
“Can’t be helped. It’s better to be breached; this side looks like it will explode.”
“Yes. I will move right now.”
Before departing, the front line Hoodwock looked back at still showed the Royal Army performing overwhelmingly.
* * *
“Now! Throw spears!”
With the commander’s order, spears of the waiting cavalry unit embroidered the sky.
Spears flying at an exquisite height, neither too high to get caught in trees nor too low, pierced Orc heads accurately with the help of spirit stones.
Even the tough skin of Orcs, which casually blocked rangers’ sharp arrows, couldn’t block the spears.
“Change teams and prepare to throw again!”
Watching the soldiers changing positions fluidly, the commander in charge of the cavalry, the 3rd trap, showed a satisfied smile.
‘Done. Something like an unexpected event doesn’t exist.’
By now, the main camp must have made the same judgment.
‘The number of rushing Orcs is gradually decreasing. With this flow, it will be finished in less than an hour.’
The first trap, Drake’s fire, is still burning, and the second trap, water containing electric magic, is also still flashing.
At this rate, there would be no need to use the fourth and fifth traps.
“The end is in sight! Show the bastards the potential of the Royal Army!”
The excited commander’s voice echoed in the trench where the cavalry was located.
* * *
“Oh King! It has been done according to your will! The souls of warriors who couldn’t resolve their grudge are crying out looking for the King!”
Grind!
At the Shaman’s report, the tyrant gripping the throne smiled chillingly.
“The tedious waiting is over.”
Simultaneously with those words, two Legion Commanders approached and shouted.
- Kraaaack! I, I will destroy the fortress and prove my valor!
- Grrrk, stupid bastard! I told you several times we will live on that land! If you leave it to me, I will raise the Great King’s flag on the fortress!
The tyrant, looking at the 2nd and 3rd Legion Commanders shouting to send them, crumpled his face.
‘Even if Soul Descent is fraudulent, I can only use it once this time…….’
Soul Descent, a high-ranking spell among Orc spells.
A skill literally close to fraud, granting a Legion Commander’s soul temporarily to another Orc and summoning a legion around it, but he didn’t think it would work twice against the Forest Witch.
‘It would be certain if I send the 1st Legion Commander, but that guy also crossed the wall.’
Only Orcs below 7-star can move through Soul Descent.
He, who is looking at the end of 8-star, or the 1st Legion Commander who entered 8-star, cannot move.
In the end, he has to send one of the two Legion Commanders in front of him.
- I, I go! Because I am stronger!
- You bastard worse than Goblin shit! Didn’t I tell you several times to show respect to the King?! Today I will tear that tongue and teach you respect!
Among the guys running wild as they pleased even in front of the King, there was no one he could trust, but.
“Haa…….”
- King, my head hurts from choosing! You get lost!
- Do you think the King is a simpleton like you! Today I must cut off not your tongue but your neck and offer it to the King!
Seeing the two Legion Commanders finally drawing their weapons, the tyrant moved his hand.
- Kraaaack! Big trouble! King angry!
- Shut up, you stupid bastard!
“Both stop.”
After blocking the two Legion Commanders’ bodies and mouths by moving his fighting spirit, the tyrant looked at them alternately and nodded.
‘Still, it’s only Moner at best. As long as they don’t needlessly invade the Kingdom, nothing special will happen.’
If it were ten years later, maybe. Moner at this time wouldn’t have even solidified relations with the Empire.
Even if the Reime Royal family moved extensively, blocking his legion would be impossible.
‘Tsk, it’s bothersome that Hlyundeyrr got done in, but…….’
Even if he was the weakest, a Legion Commander who surpassed 7-star and reached the master level died without anyone knowing.
Although he heard rumors that he failed an experiment and incurred an Ogre’s wrath…….
‘If it were an Ogre, it would have definitely targeted the main unit, but that didn’t happen either.’
As expected, only humans remain.
Probably Count Sven, who manages the fortress, moved directly.
‘Right, this time I should send a guy that can’t be stopped even if Sven moves.’
His gaze, having made a decision, turned to the red-skinned Orc still huffing and puffing.
“This time you move.”
Simple-minded but the chieftain of Red Orcs, stronger than any other Orc, and the 2nd Legion Commander leading the Orc Legion.
- Kraaaaaaaack!
I destroy everything! Kill everything! Stupid follows my butt!
Over the body of the Legion Commander laughing excitedly, the chilling mana of the Shaman descended.