novelraw Chapter 71 : Chapter 71
Chapter 71 : Chapter 71
Chapter 71
It was as if a fog had settled in my head, I couldn't distinguish reality.
I couldn't tell if the scene I was seeing was a scene from the game or if this faint sensation in my hand was really the feeling of piercing flesh and cutting bone.
My nose had long been paralyzed by the acrid scent of blood and the stench of Orcs that filled the air, and it was difficult to even distinguish the sound of my sword swinging amidst the endless screams and shouts.
As I entrusted my body to the madness of the battlefield and broke through the legion, a roar was heard from a distance.
-Kuaaaaaa!
At the sharp killing intent that made my whole body tremble, I turned my head and saw one of the surviving Great Warriors standing there, dripping with crimson fighting spirit and killing intent.
The beast that met my eyes growled.
As if to challenge me to a duel right then and there to see who was the superior warrior, it bared its tusks and smiled.
Even just seeing it standing proudly among the Orcs who had shielded themselves with corpses, I could tell what an outstanding warrior it was.
“Are you crazy?”
I'm not an Orc, where is the madman who would fight a duel with a Great Warrior in the center of a legion…….
Boom!
The moment I was about to ignore him and pass by, a flail that flew in from somewhere clashed with his spear, creating a deafening roar.
“Ah……”
And there she was.
A human so steeped in madness that she would fight a Great Warrior in the center of a legion.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The madness of battle overflowed from her blazing crimson eyes , and her original face was hard to recognize due to the green blood flowing down her hair.
She was baring her white teeth at the Great Warrior and continuously slamming down her flail.
“Smiling like that is cheating……”
Seeing her bright smile, like a child who had found a favorite toy, I didn't even think of stopping her.
I just stood there blankly, marveling at how even the act of swinging a flail could be beautiful.
“Kuaaaaaa!”
Every time the Great Warrior, unable to hide his excitement, thrust his spear, she would narrowly dodge it and swing her flail.
Every time the flail swayed with her dance-like, elegant movements, the Great Warrior's spear would waver, and the deflected flail would only stop after crushing a single Orc.
Against the hero's brilliantly shining red mana, which was said to have erased an entire monster legion single-handedly, the Great Warrior's crimson fighting spirit flashed.
“Kuaaaaaa!”
At the roar of the Orc who had barely survived countless brushes with death and had achieved a certain level of skill, Reina responded with a shriek as if she too could not be outdone.
“Uwaaaaah!”
As if to compete for the qualification of who was the true warrior.
After watching them for a moment, I glanced back.
To be precise, at the shining arrowhead of the Knight Slayer in the distance.
“What are those guys doing, not shooting again?”
I grumbled, readjusting my grip on the sword.
It's because they're not desperate yet.
To be concerned with childish sentiments like honor and pride in battle.
To think that the weight of death is only the price of one person's life.
The humanity in the game was the same.
Only when faced with the extinction of their species did they realize that the death of one person could bring about the deaths of hundreds, thousands, and that any honor or pride was in vain before the blossoming of death.
So.
“Fights are by ganging up, battles are by cunning, and wars are by treachery.”
I wish the people of this world would quickly engrave their grandson's teachings in their hearts.
Following the Ghost King's breathing method, I killed my presence and killing intent and pushed the boiling mana into my sword.
And I ran towards the place where mana and fighting spirit were clashing.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The Great Warrior, excited by the long-awaited rival, snorted and swung his spear.
Boom!
Kwa-kwang!
Reina, unable to withstand the force, was pushed back repeatedly, but she charged at him again.
The moment he thrust his spear at Reina, whose posture had broken, Ian grabbed her collar, threw her back, and stepped in between, taking the spear between his armpit.
Kwa-deuk!
A sharp pain shot through my armpit as if I hadn't received it properly, but I ignored it and continued to run, extending my sword.
[Dark Sword First Form One Point — Death ]
Slice.
Just as the eyes of the beast, which was struggling to retrieve its spear, were colored with bewilderment, a black light flashed and its head rolled on the ground.
Thud─
After kicking the beast's head, which was full of bewilderment and anger, far away, I quickly took out a Stimpack from my bosom and poured it on my armpit, where the bone was half-visible.
“Heuk……!”
A sharp pain and a deep regret washed over me.
I should have just dodged.
Strange, it definitely worked in the game.
Ah, was I supposed to grab the shaft, not the blade?
***
“Ah, ah……”
Reina, who had run over at some point, made a pained sound and touched my shoulder.
Seeing the crimson in her eyes, which had quickly turned tearful, fade, I quickly patted her shoulder and said.
“It's okay.”
The number of Orcs she had killed on her way here must be in the dozens at least, and she couldn't lose the madness she had built up in the middle of the legion.
No matter what anyone said, she was the most important person in this mission.
I smiled lightly at her, who was looking at me with incredibly sad eyes, and pointed at the legion that was gathering.
“There are still plenty of bastards to kill.”
At those words, the embers of madness that had been fading away rekindled.
Her crimson eyes flashed, and she looked around at the Orcs like a beast searching for prey, licking her lips unconsciously.
At the same time, I could feel the hand on my body trembling.
Sadness and grief turning into excitement and anticipation.
Worry and concern turning into a burning thirst.
Knowing the insatiable desire that the Blood Fiend's trait gave, I gently pushed her back and whispered in her ear.
“Go.”
With my permission, she kicked off the ground and began to break through the green wave, shattering and fragmenting it as she went against the current.
***
The fourth axe of the legion, Hlyundeyrr, frowned and breathed out in anger.
-Wheeze, wheeze……
This battle was lost.
He had thought that this inferior species only had a slightly sharp bow and a few outstanding warriors, but he had to admit that he was wrong.
The most deadly weapon the humans possessed was not their bow or sword.
The sword of the male who was recklessly tearing through the legion was weaker than the axe of the weakest Great Warrior, and the human warriors didn't even carry swords.
-The king is right.
They are dangerous.
Not the sword that cuts both axe and arm, but the decisiveness and resolve to break through the shield wall.
Not the arrowhead that pierces the Orc warrior's arm and skull, but the resolve of the warriors who abandoned their weapons and picked up shields.
And above all, the minds of the bastards who had created this situation.
Hlyundeyrr fiddled with his axe as he glared at Hoodwock in the distance.
That bastard, who was leading the human warriors and archers from the very back, must be their head.
With an ominous premonition that their heads would one day stand in the way of the legion, he wanted to crush his skull right then and there and offer it to the king.
-You're a lucky bastard.
Hlyundeyrr muttered, gripping the axe handle so tightly it seemed it would break.
If it weren't for the damned Ogre that was relentlessly pursuing the legion, he would have picked up his axe himself and jumped into the battlefield.
But as long as that beast was alive, it was foolish to take risks.
A mere human, weaker than a warrior, could be killed at any time without taking risks.
-Instead, I'll take your warrior.
Having made his decision, Hlyundeyrr opened his mouth wide, and an ear-splitting roar erupted.
「Warriors!
Raise your weapons!
Kill all the bastards who dare to stand in the way of the legion!」
The corners of Hlyundeyrr's lips rose as he watched the Orcs throw down the corpses and pick up their axes.
Even if all the Orcs here were to die, the two humans who had penetrated the legion would never leave alive.
***
-Kuaaaak!
At the Legion Commander's shout, mixed with fighting spirit, Ian's steps, who had been breaking through the legion with Reina, came to a halt.
“Already?”
At a single shout, the legion moved.
-Kaaaaaak!
The Orcs, who had abandoned their defense and raised their axes, shouted from all directions.
The number of those who fell to the arrows of the scouting party, which flew in as if they had been waiting, increased, but as if they didn't care about such things, they trampled on the heads of the fallen and stood there, glaring at me.
“This……”
I scratched my head as I looked at the beasts wrapped in a red fighting spirit that shimmered like a heat haze.
“Isn’t this a bit too much?”
I didn't know a single word of the Orc language, but I could clearly understand his command.
Because all the surrounding Orcs were emitting a sinister killing intent towards me and Reina.
“Tsk, I thought I could at least get close, though.”
I turned my head and looked at the place where the Legion Commander's shout had come from.
To abandon a battle for just two humans.
No matter how much we shook their formation, with just the two of us, it would ultimately be nothing more than a stalling tactic.
Wasn't this a battle where victory was certain if they just held out?
“Well, does it matter?”
Whether they thought they would lose or win, his thoughts and strength were not important.
Because we had come more than prepared.
***
What is the most necessary thing to prevent the destruction of this world?
If the ability to stop a legion single-handedly was needed, I would have wandered the world and collected traits.
If a hero was needed, I would have sought out a hero who had not yet blossomed and tried to win their favor.
“Uwaaaaah!”
Kwa-deu-deuk!
I looked at the Orc that was being turned into pulp by Reina's flail and sent flying.
I had a very slight desire to help, but I had no intention of getting into her range, which had become even fiercer since I had been injured.
And her flail was much more efficient than my sword, which could only draw straight lines.
Kwa-deu-deuk!
As I watched her swing her flail without rest, I continued my thoughts.
The answer is intuition.
You might ask what nonsense this is, but ninety percent of war is a battle of intuition.
The goal of war is always victory, and it's a fight that happens because one of the two is confident of victory, so if you think it's not you, it's best to run.
So when planning a fight, you must always be able to be sure of one of two things.
The first is the certainty that you can escape at any time without much damage.
-Slice.
As I cut off the head of an Orc that had approached me at some point, the spear of another Orc that had thrust its spear at me grazed the tip of my nose.
As I kicked that bastard in the stomach and knocked him down, an Orc that had approached at some point trampled on the head of the fallen one.
Kwa-jik!
Before I could even take a breath, two more corpses were added to the floor.
Among the corpses that filled the floor, there were no human ones.
From the beginning, only Reina and I had come this deep.
If we decided to retreat right now, the rest could escape without much damage.
Of course, I had no intention of doing so.
“Uwaaaaah!”
Kwa-deu-deuk!
Every time Reina's voice echoed through the forest, her mana blazed like fire, and her crimson eyes glistened with killing intent and madness.
Even though she was dozens of steps away, I could feel her hot mana.
She, who had been moving her flail without stopping for more blood, suddenly came to a halt and looked at one side of the forest.
As if she had felt something I hadn't, her face wavered with excitement, impatience, and desire, and the moment my body tensed without me knowing.
-□□□□□□!
The Ogre's roar, which resonated through the soul, brought everyone on the battlefield to a halt.
Seeing the Orcs fall at the enraged roar of a being of a different class, the corners of my lips rose.
Here comes my second certainty.
The certainty that I will not lose, no matter what.