From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

I stepped on the back of a horde of Orcs.

They knew how to shoot a crow, but they didn't expect to erase any traces of the past.

The sense of smell has progressed, but it has not the ability to detect skilled trackers.

So it was easy to chase.

Oh, you ignorant bastards. A lot.

You estimate roughly the number of herds gathered.

Two hundred and two. I only weighed my head, but it was 200.

If I stuck together so carelessly, even the country would almost crush me to death.

It was only an hour or so before I could make eye contact on the tree.

Eight of the Orc Scouts I killed didn't seem to find any bodies either.

‘You bastards, you're dying here. ’

If they were the remaining troops, they would head for Emilabun, and if Eden was the target, they would have to raid the village again.

But neither.

I just don't move with enough distance. No, it looked like it was ready to spit anytime.

You can see the bush behind them.

The road back and forth is rough, but those with strong bodies like Orcs aren't blocked.

On the other side, you see an army of eight-morners.

It was the Blue Dragon Knights and the Cavalry.

I climbed to the right tree, put one leg on the branch, and left the other foot hanging, leaning against my back.

‘The town was raided. ’

Between the army and the Orc horde, two villages were left ambushed.

Broken scrolls, collapsed wells, burnt homes.

‘There are too few bodies. ’

Orcs enjoy killing.

In the area where they swept past, very few people were alive, even though there could be a healthy building.

But now it was the opposite.

If killing isn't the goal, it's a strategic move.

That's why these bastards are here.

There's nothing to worry about.

It was a deceptive tactic: blindfold. It was a trick to cut off the crows and kill the messengers, blindfolding the troops.

No one will go forward blindfolded.

If people were blind, they would try to solve the cause first.

With less troops, it was a tactical move to tie more troops together.

The Blue Dragon Clan has something to protect, so they won't budge, and if they keep the Blue Dragon Clan tied up, that's it.

There will be enemies on the other side of Eden's eye. If you don't, there's only that many troops left here.

They must have charged in and chased down the Orcs.

I painted the surrounding terrain in my head and filled it with troops.

It makes me nervous, surrounding Eden's eyes back and forth. It was like clapping your hands and taunting us, blindfolded, saying we were here.

I perceived the situation clearly.

My job hasn't changed.

I turned my back on the sunset and looked at the Orcs.

Eight in a row.

A total of more than 200.

What are their habits?

Originally, I had the savagery to kill and move forward.

But it won't work like that now.

They acted on strategies and tactics.

What about patterns of behavior?

If we stick together, we'll be vice knights or Abel the Great.

An Orc bag is a burden.

No, Abel, the old man might win. I don't know what floor he's on.

It's a burdensome number, after all.

"Bite."

I bit my lip and sucked air. I was poor on my stomach because I couldn't eat.

I wanted to eat something.

Estimated 9 days until the fall of Emilio.

There were 200 Orcs in front of me.

* * *

Knng, knng.

When the archers who sent you to kill the crows didn't come, the Third Reich Warrior's brown beard sent eight more warriors.

“Why isn't he coming? ”

The Brown Beard Orc troops were part of a scout force, characterized by quick feet.

Even if the enemy forces turn around and ambush them, some of them have to come back alive.

But not one of them came back.

“I'll be back soon. ”

A departing orc slaps the brown beard on the nose. It was an Orc army custom.

“I'm going."

I didn't think brown beard would be so bad. I thought they'd be here soon.

That's how eight scouts made their move to find the missing Orcs.

I was on my way.

One of the scouts in the lead twitches his nose.

“Knng, knng!"

Aside from the Demibeasts on foot, Orcs were the ones with the most developed sense of smell.

“What?”

The other one smelled it and said,

“Meat.”

The scent of aromatic blood stimulates their noses.

“Knng, knng, knng!”

The man who sliced his nose turned. The Orc's sense of smell was incredibly sensitive.

With a spicy, fleshy scent, the man on the front closes his eyes and smells.

“You guys, you're not eating anything without coming. ”

I left in a hurry and didn't pack my supplies properly. Salted meat and dried grain were their main rations.

Yesterday, I brought a few livestock to raid the village, and it was nothing.

It was not right to set sail and hunt in winter.

I coughed vigorously at his mouth for the first time, and I fell down.

“You bastards. That's crazy.”

The man in the lead runs headlong. After that, the followers take a quick step.

The smell of blood irritates your nose, and their eyes open.

I haven't had a proper meal in days. The swamp snake that was eaten in the swamp was all I had before I entered the forest of thorns.

“Up!”

A few excitedly grind their fangs and give a small shout.

As we make our way through the forest, a magnificent dining table is set in front of them.

A meat skewered by a large skewer. The brown bear hide sits next to it, making sure it's neatly peeled off.

“Bear!”

The man in the lead runs to a meat stake and puts his mouth to the dripping blood.

Knock, knock, and blood pours into his mouth, and his jaw twists.

“Get out of the way!”

One of them pushes him and cuts off a piece of meat.

Wood Duck.

I ripped it off, not cut it off. He chewed it up.

Blood spurted out of my mouth. Sharp molars tear through the meat.

The Orc was happy.

The scent of fresh blood irritates your nose, and the flesh of fresh meat has recently been chewed off.

“It's coming!”

The others rush in, ready to fight.

Then an Orc shouted with a glance.

“Stop fooling around! ”

He was responsible for these eight people.

He glances at the other seven. Even as another Orc rushed towards the bloodied meat, he was still cold.

“We're a team. ”

The man who chewed the meat stopped.

Blood spilled from his mouth.

Looking around the seven, the Cao Cao Orc opened his eyes.

I made eye contact with everyone.

The Cho Orc said, breaking the silence.

“If we eat it quietly, no one will know. Don't make a scene. ”

One of his men frowned. A smile.

“As expected. ”

An Orc who was feeding on the blood falling from the meat clenched his fist in front of his nose.

It was an expression of praise.

The Cao Cao was clever. If we eat quietly without fighting, we could all eat.

However, if there is a commotion, the assistants who made this table will surely come.

Skill with skewers, skill with cutting and handling meat.

They were all great Orc hunting methods.

“Eat!”

The leader says, soon eight Orcs have eaten their fill of meat.

They had fun.

* * *

After half a day, the scouts sent sixteen new Orcs after they did not return.

All they saw was a fellow who collapsed with a green bubble in his mouth.

“Poison!"

One of them shouted.

The cheap scent irritates their noses.

“Grrrr.”

An Orc groans in anxiety.

“It's quiet.”

The Orc who led the fifteen said:

Everyone breathed. Suddenly, the sun sets and the darkness sets.

The Orc's eyes can see better in the darkness than humans.

The moon didn't rise today, and only the cold wind cooled through them.

“We're looking at a body. ”

In the dark, the Orcs move one by one.

I decided there were no enemies around me. You see one of the dead dead Cao 'er Orcs.

I can see better in the dark than humans, but Orc eyes aren't enough to ignore the darkness of the night like fairies.

How could I have imagined that there would be something underneath the corpse?

Puck!

The moment you want to move something under the corpse, the blade pierces his throat.

Glug.

Joe spits at the bubble and swings his arm reflexively, but the attacker takes his fist and spits it out.

You twist the blade at the same time.

Quadruck.

I tore the Orc's strong skin to see how strong it is.

Joe fell naturally over the corpse.

Until the moment of his death, all the Orcs remained focused only on the outside.

The silence settles again.

After a while, the Orcs found his corpse.

“He's dead.”

The Orc who found it frowns.

Where and how?

The orc who announced the death of the Cao Cao has found the body. There was nothing underneath.

“Up!”

In the meantime, an Orc standing on the outskirts shouts.

The gaze is drawn to you.

I see two eyes hiding in the dark.

The amber eyes are as high as the oak's. It was a wolf the size of a gathering, quite large.

“That's awesome!”

An Orc sees the wolf and swings the axe, and the wolf gently retreats back.

It was the moment when they looked back.

“He's dead again. ”

An Orc mutters.

Two Orcs have fallen to the ground. A black-looking liquid spills from the corpse's neck due to the darkness.

“Queer!”

“Which one? Come out now!”

Two excited Orcs shout.

Ping.

The man opens his mouth and shouts with an arrow in his mouth.

No, an arrow flew through my neck.

“Glug glug. Glug! ”

The Orc life force was amazing. I didn't die like this.

He survived. The rest of the Orcs marched around it.

They concentrate their minds on the direction the arrow flew.

Meanwhile, I swooped from behind and hit the head of the orc behind me.

Puck!

It is the skull of an Orc that is harder than a tangled gravel, but it cannot be said to be harder than a metal orb.

The power that threw it was also unusual.

The Orc's skull was smashed into a ball of iron that bounced off into the darkness.

The Orc that was hit has collapsed and is unable to get up.

The moment they are surprised, you see the amber eyes again in front of them.

It was the wolf from before.

“Up!"

The Orcs are screaming. It was like a scream in terror.

* * *

What you need to know to hunt.

Their behavior patterns, traits, habits, likes and dislikes.

There were countless.

If I had more time, I'd apply it manually to weed them out, pull them out, cheat them, and kill them.

‘It might not take ten days for Emila to fall. ’

Even at the time of the Orc Wave, it was different from what I knew.

My hunt had a time limit.

Pixie, I used the poison I obtained from my master to kill easily and assassinate through the darkness.

I followed Rachel, mixing what I had learned and what I had experienced with what I had gained in this life.

It was effective.

* * *

Elaire Dragon opened her eyes early, feeling frustrated.

It was not yet time to rise.

Ellare blinks without straightening up.

It was the third day after two days of fighting with the Orcs. It was also time for my heart to burn.

I'd like to rush in and take them down, but even as they do so, they flee into the thornbush.

And when they left, they came back.

Even so, occupying in front of the thornbush did not look good.

Should we abandon our horses and charge? ’

I can barely see two hundred Orcs.

Normally, there was no pressure to catch and kill.

But I couldn't.

A siege tower appeared at the eastern gate, and a catapult appeared.

‘This is different from regular Orcs. ’

Ellare was not a fool. They were using strategy and tactics.

Enemy movement appears to be a trap.

So he couldn't charge.

I folded my thoughts and got up. I thought about it, but there was no answer.

Ellare leaves armed. The sun hasn't risen yet, so the surroundings are dim.

“You're here early. ”

Jude Dragon welcomes Ellare.

“Is it still there? ”

“It's still the same..."

Jud blurred his words and continued.

“Don't you think they gave me some? ”

Ellare gives you an idea of how many there are. Definitely less than before.

Bypass maneuvers? ’

No, you get hit once, you get hit twice.

Ellare has already hired some of the squadrons and infantry to run scouts throughout the surrounding town.

"Then?"

It was at the beginning of the dawn. It was a bright dawn. It was a coincidence.

I could only see an Orc collapsing where his gaze reached.

I wasn't sure if it was too far away.

It just looked that way. Suddenly, an Orc died, that's all.

“Why?”

The Jude Dragon asked.

“Can the Green Secret Service show up here and beat up those bastards? ”

“…… now? At this time?”

Neither Jude nor Ellare sure. That was an unlikely story.

“Rest.”

Elle knew that, too.

She switched sides and took her place.

He's been watching them all day. I drove my horse to the front.

They are on high alert. As you get closer to your voice, an Orc shouts.

“Humans are vile! ”

Ellare did not try to understand the situation. I just accept it.

When he returns, he gives the order to charge the entire army.

A wary Orc squad.

Let's scatter their camp.

Then anything will happen. Ellaret did as her gut told her.

A squad of Orcs pushed the troops into the Thorn Forest.

You move the cavalry and the knights harder than you move to maneuver.

When the Orcs come back, push them in, and when they come back up, they move.

When Jude Dragon returned on the eve of the evening, Ellare frowned at the sight of a weary look, sweating in the middle of winter, wearing armor covered in dirt.

“Complaints of desire?”

Even the cavalry panted so much that they didn't know they could fight right away.

The frustration of not fighting was the same with Jude Dragon. Ellare smiled and replied, "Are you relieving her of her stuffiness?"

“No, look at that."

At sunset, Ellare was convinced.

Someone is slaughtering Orcs there.

Three days, dinner.

The number of Orcs seemed to be about a hundred and fifty.