novelraw Chapter 70 : Chapter 70
Chapter 70 : Chapter 70
Chapter 70
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
As I slowly walked towards him, I observed the battlefield.
Vergil and Hoodwock were responding calmly to the sudden turn of the tide.
Vergil and the Knightly Order did not retreat despite the intensified pressure, and as if to repay that expectation, arrows that flew in at every small opening helped the knights.
‘Not bad, but……’
Of the more than twenty soldiers, fewer than five were actually shooting their bows.
The knights had to bear that much more of the burden, so at this rate, it wouldn't be long before there were casualties among them.
Unable to fill the gap of that one person, the formation would eventually collapse.
‘If it were me, I would have ordered the knights to fall back while moving the soldiers forward for close-range fire.’
There might be a considerable number of casualties in the process, but it was better than annihilation.
I turned my head and looked at the others.
Tail, who was said to have become a knight not long ago, was swinging his sword as if he had a grudge against the Orcs, and a nameless soldier was encouraging the others and helping Hoodwock's command.
As I crammed their faces into my memory, I continued to look around, searching for the unpolished gems I had yet to find.
Because in extreme situations, an individual's capabilities are revealed most starkly.
‘This is enough.’
After looking around for a while, I looked at the advancing Orcs.
The sight of the legion advancing with corpses held up like shields was, in itself, terrifying.
I could see the Knightly Order visibly tiring just from swinging their swords against the corpses.
‘Shall we begin then.’
***
I looked at the left and right flanks of the battle line and started running towards the closer left side.
Charr-leung.
The sound of Reina's flail, who had followed me with her usual light steps, rang pleasantly.
“Be careful.”
“Yes.
I’ll do my best.”
She knew, and I knew.
That what we were worried about was not some Orcs.
The madness of the battlefront, the scent of blood that pierced my nostrils, the hostility and boiling killing intent that pierced my skin, made my head spin.
Even without reading the message that blurred my vision, I knew.
Because all the traits I possessed were awakening, shouting loudly to erase the enemy before me.
Barely suppressing that killing intent, I circled the battlefront and aimed for the legion's flank.
And the moment I saw the Orcs holding up the corpses, a red madness rushed out to the side.
“Damn it.”
She said she’d do her best.
No, if she endured this much, was that her best?
I increased my speed to catch up with Reina who was running ahead and shouted.
“Reina!
The legs!”
As if she had heard my shout, Reina raised the corners of her lips slightly and swung her flail.
Kwa-deu-deu-deuk!
Tu-tu-tu-tu-tuk
-Kuaaaak!
In an instant, a dozen legs flew through the air, and five Orcs and the corpses they were holding rolled on the ground.
The Orcs and corpses convulsing on the ground caused the legion following behind to trip, and a scene of chaos unfolded.
Grin.
Reina's crimson eyes flashed as she raised the corners of her lips slightly, as if quite pleased with what she had done.
At the sinister aura I felt from her, I unknowingly averted my gaze and thought.
Ah, I should have brought Vergil.
***
“Keep running!”
As I continued to run, I thrust my sword at the legs of the waddling Orcs.
Slice.
A simple thrust, neither a secret art nor a skill, passed through the Orc's leg, and a leg, spouting thick green blood, fell to the ground.
-Kuaaaak!
Leaving the screams from behind, I continued to thrust my sword.
Slice, slice, slice.
-Kuaaaak!
The beasts that were holding up the Orc corpses with both hands collapsed helplessly without even being able to resist, and then groans of pain echoed.
Enjoying the acrid harmony, I continued to run, thrusting my sword.
Slice, slice, slice.
Every time an Orc sprawled on the ground increased, the Orcs following behind would trip over them or lose their balance and fall.
-Kuaaaak!
The fallen Orcs flailed desperately to avoid being trampled by the Orcs following behind, and every time they did, more Orcs fell and rolled on the ground.
Without stopping at the screams and shouts of the Orcs echoing from all directions, I continued to run.
Even if some of the fallen ones got up, the scouting party would finish them off.
Before the Legion Commander changes formation, I have to kill as many of these scarecrow-like bastards as possible.
***
I killed, and killed, and killed again.
No, had I cut down more dead ones than I had killed?
While laughing hollowly, Vergil did not stop his sword.
Because if he, who was facing dozens of Orcs alone, were to stop, the Knightly Order would collapse.
The Orcs' offensive was relentlessly persistent.
If he cut off a leg, an axe would fly in, and if he cut off an arm, they would bare their teeth and growl, so he grew tired as much as the blood splattered on his body.
“Commander!”
Tail's urgent voice was heard, but he shouted without looking back.
“Just hold on a little longer!”
All they had to do was hold on.
Swinging the hand that gripped the sword even faster, he inwardly recited the motto of the Count's family.
‘In the end, Moner will be victorious.’
The family motto he had never been able to understand his entire life, he finally understood now.
There could have been no motto more fitting for a family with the blood of knights flowing through them.
It was not some spell wishing for Moner's victory.
It was a blind faith in the lord to whom he had dedicated his sword, and an oath to become his sharpest sword and bring him victory.
So he could only know now that he had dedicated his sword.
‘In the end, Moner will be victorious.’
No, at least my lord will.
***
Vergil, who had been swinging his sword without rest, looked around.
The knights were still clenching their teeth and swinging their swords, and the Orcs filled his vision, but something had changed.
‘They’ve decreased.’
The knights' movements had some breathing room, and he could feel that the pressure from the Orcs, who had no choice but to advance because of the endless procession behind them, had lessened.
‘How on earth……’
Only then did he hear the arrows flying overhead and the pained screams of the Orcs.
That alone was enough to know that Ian was there.
Because there was only one person who could perform such a miraculous feat.
For a moment, a desire to stand beside him stirred.
He wanted to break through the pale green wave that blocked his path and shout to his young lord that his sword had arrived.
With a budding desire, he looked at the battlefield, but he could not see a path.
It would take twice the strength and a correspondingly large motion to cut down the beasts holding the corpses at once, so even if he moved the Knightly Order, they wouldn't be able to break through.
‘Damn it.
To be held back by mere Orcs.’
For the first time in his life, as he was lamenting his own powerlessness, the shield in his hand caught his eye.
The shield, dented here and there by an axe wrapped in fighting spirit, but still as sturdy as it was at the beginning.
‘I don't necessarily have to pierce through.’
He looked up at the enemies again.
It was impossible to push back the legion that was rushing in like a great sea, but now that their momentum had weakened…….
Having made his decision, Vergil raised his shield to the tip of his chin and shouted.
“All members of the Knightly Order, raise your shields!”
The knights, who had taken a step or two back from the front line, raised their shields in unison.
“Advance!”
The silver barrier, which moved along with Vergil's command, clashed with the dark green great sea.
“Don’t stop, push them to the end!”
Thud, thud, thud.
The sound of boots kicking off the ground filled the battlefield.
-Kuaaaak!
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
The excited Orcs threw corpses and swung their axes at the suddenly charging Knightly Order, but the knights silently advanced, deflecting the attacks with their shields.
Finally, the Knightly Order, who had raised their shields to the tip of the Orcs' chins, clashed with the legion.
***
A threatening stench wafted from the haphazardly grown teeth.
Even without looking at the eyes glistening with madness and anger, he could tell how enraged the Orc in front of him was from the breath escaping its open mouth.
-Kuaaaak!
Yes, like that.
He didn't know what the Commander was thinking, but he quite liked the sight of the beasts who couldn't even swing their axes and were just baring their tusks and shouting.
Thinking that the Orc in front of him was feeling the same powerlessness he had felt when he was cutting down the corpses, his grip on the shield tightened.
“Uwaaaaaah!”
With the intention of returning exactly as much as he had been frustrated, he pushed the shield forward.
-Kuaaaaaaak!
A power struggle ensued between the Orc trying to shake off the shield with its shoulder and Tail gripping the shield with both hands.
The same was true for the other knights, including Vergil.
As if to vent the frustration of not being able to fight properly until now, they released their mana in streams, kicked off the ground, pushed the Orcs back, and shouted.
“Uwaaaaaah!”
Finally, the four Orcs Vergil was pushing back fell.
After that, the one right next to them.
And the one behind that,
Soon, dozens of Orcs at the front collapsed.
“Don’t mind the fallen enemies!
Push them all the way back like this!”
The knights, who had hastily reached for their swords upon seeing the rolling Orcs on the ground, kicked off the ground and ran again.
From the mouth of Vergil, who was running at the head of the formation, the knight's resolve flowed out.
“Victory to Moner.”
A nameless knight who heard that small echo repeated it loudly.
“Victory to Moner!”
The small echo became a commotion, a crude march , and then a roar that drowned out all the sounds of the battlefield.
“Victory to Moner!”
***
The scouting party really moved without rest.
They picked a few scouts who had been on the first mission together to support Ian, and the rest of them cleaned up the enemies the Knightly Order had taken down.
Hoodwock, who was commanding the scouting party from the center, felt like he was dreaming.
Whether it was the knights who were advancing like bulls, shouting incomprehensible things, or Ian who was swinging his sword like a madman in the center of the enemy formation, it was all hard to believe.
If it weren't for what was happening right before his eyes.
If they hadn't cleaned up the Orcs they had taken down themselves, he would never have believed it.
A knight who had sheathed his sword and was pushing forward with a shield in both hands, shouting at the top of his lungs.
“What on earth are they saying?”
At that question, a nearby soldier answered while firing an arrow.
“They’re saying ‘Victory to Moner!’”
Normally, he would have scoffed, saying that knights and nobles were all childish, but now he clenched his teeth and glared at the battlefield.
At the sight of the dark green wave, which had seemed unstoppable, breaking, fragmenting, and flowing backward, his grip on the bow tightened.
They had stopped a legion without a single wall.
Something that everyone in the world would have shouted was impossible was happening right before his eyes.
He could feel the earnest emotions of the knights, who were shouting the one-line slogan like a song, as clearly as if he could touch them.
“They wouldn't have stood a chance without us.”
At the grumble that had slipped out, the scouting party, who had been shooting their bows frantically, shouted in agreement.
Because no matter what anyone said, no one had killed more Orcs than the scouting party in this battle.
More enemies had died under their bows than the Knightly Order, which they hadn't even dared to look up to, and even more than the Young Lord who was breaking through the path, erupting with colorful mana.
Since the knights hadn't even drawn their swords, there was probably no one in the scouting party who had killed fewer than a knight.
Only then did the emotion that had been lingering in his mouth for a long time become clear.
A roar, so loud that it surprised even himself, burst from his unconsciously opened mouth.
“Show those monsters what Moner is!”
Red blood dripped from the bowstring he had already drawn hundreds of times, but it didn't hurt in the slightest.
“We are Moner!”
At that shout, the soldiers let out a loud cheer.
It didn't matter if that cheer didn't reach the Orcs.
Because at least the bow that carried the cheer would pierce their heads.