Link the Orc

In this world, one million pure combat troops cannot be easily gathered. Even the most populous people are the countries around the empire, so it takes more than a month for them to accumulate the vast loss of goods.

Even the Alliance gathered troops to advance to the Human Land as soon as the troops crossed over to the other world subjugated Vitel, but at least 50,000 and 100,000.

Most of them were elite warriors, but in absolute numbers, they were elites.

The leadership ordered a retreat through the Farfem dispatch to each region. Every time I deliver a horse, the Parphems faint. Even a single word of Parfem falls down, unable to move for more than a week.

Not a good place to gather troops because the communication efficiency of the Parphems is not good, nor is there a large number of the Parphems. In a normal village, different factions of Parphems rushed to deliver the news in person. The village that heard the news late had to be trampled on by a million 'undead’ troops.

when about 20 villages were trampled on by a million troops. The leaders of each tribe led 2 million warriors in front of them.

In fact, it was not necessary to gather up to 2 million troops just to deal with 1 million corpses. With more than one chieftain in each faction, we could have won by half a million. Nevertheless, we have gathered two million troops.

“I don't see Avengo. ”

It was Abenego. Abenego and the bodies he was leading. There can't be a million of them. There must be more power than that.

He was wary of more than 1 million, leading 2 million warriors. Two million moss elite warriors from each tribe's representatives could handle the bodies of Abenego anywhere from five to six million.

Leaders used all their senses, such as sight, hearing, and sense of smell, to find Abenego and the Guardians somewhere, but no one was seen.

“He must be hiding somewhere. You always do. Abenego was always a coward who would hide somewhere, send out only the undead and be captured and sealed up. ”

“A young beast speaks as if he had seen it himself. You haven't lived a hundred years. ”

Laknor laughs at Furuccu, who represents Katishi instead of the tooth. With a predatory carnivorous trait, Fruit Chu rushes towards Lacquer with excitement, but Toryn intervenes between them.

“Let the battle begin. We can't do any more damage. ”

“That would be nice. Let's all go.”

The final decision was made, as if Laknor were the supreme leader, and the battle between one million corpses and the two million factions began.

* * *

“You've grown strong, Kengerian. ”

Toryn praises the White Warrior Kengerian, but does not return his answer.

“But I've become stronger. ”

Kengerian was already decapitated and lodged in Toryn's axe.

The Kengerian is strong enough to be summoned to Abenego as a Guardian, but not strong enough to deal with the Apostle because he digested all of the contribution points he received during the summoned time.

Queek.Is it a little stronger than a Great Chief? Governor and the Kengerians summoned for less than half a million points from Avengo.

Toryn raises his axe high.

“I've got the Kengerians! ”

Kengerian commander used to lead the corpses, but his death had little effect on the corpses. Corpses are just corpses. They have no emotions. Of course Toryn knows that. It wasn't the corpses he was trying to influence, it was the League.

The news of the enemy commander's death spread through the battlefield in a flash, and the Allied warriors fought with more courage and morale.

The battle quickly begins to tilt toward the Faction Alliance. But they didn't know that when they were slaughtering a million bodies, there were nine million around them.

* * *

“You've waited 1,000 years to see this. ”

Avengo spits out a bunch of regrets.

“They used to be like that. Those who were only dealt with when they had an absolute power difference. The situation is reversed, so it shows its true form. unlike the rest of us who fought our asses off. ”

Abenego wasn't the only one. The Adrian who answers to Iola, Ben Jacán, who watches Abenego's expressions silently. Everyone who has fought aloof battles on behalf of Vitellism for 1,000 years has been touched.

What they were looking at was a cluster of rats surrounded by 9 million corpses. In many of the wars that have ever been fought, it was the opposite.

Never before has a Vitellist been ahead of the numbers. Not once.

“A thousand years of fighting... I see the end of it. ”

At the end of Abenego's words, the corpses rush toward the Tribe. And since the creation of this world, the biggest and most fierce battle began.

* * *

“Khh?”

You wipe out a section of the Lizardman and stop Graccar from eating the body of the Lizardman Road and look north to the west. Inside the rod's house, you can't see anything, but your gaze is fixed on you and you don't think to move.

“Khhh...”

The short smile of Gräkkar rises from his seat after throwing the corpse of the eaten Lizardman Lord. And then...

Puga angle.

You break through the northwest wall and run out.

It wasn't just Gräkkar. All the Orcs that were scattered around the Lizardman quarter came out gazing northwest as if they were possessed by something, eating or manipulating weapons.

“Looks like the brothers felt it, too. ”

“I felt it. There's a great battle going on somewhere far away." ”

“We have to get there somehow. ”

“The scent of intense combat. ”

“I'm going. Over there.”

They felt the same. A great predecessor I've never felt before in my life. Despite the tremendous distance, it was so intense that anyone would feel it.

All the Orcs, including Graccar, instinctively moved northwest.

And that movement was happening to all the Orcs in the middle of the continent.

* * *

9 million vs 2 million

The size of the battlefield is tens of kilometers, and dead or powerless bodies form mountains.

There were only a few thousand strong men who crossed the limit and their battles were intense enough to change the shape of the surrounding features.

It's already an alliance of weary factions fighting a million corpses, but it fought fiercely under the direction of its leaders. As much as possible, the fighters inside rest while the outsiders fight.

“Hold on! If you hold on, you can win! ”

Leaders have requested troops from the outside through the Parphems. There are still more factions of all but Humans and Orcs, albeit with an overwhelming number of 9 million.

A warrior who cannot be ignored by an individual because he or she is a resident of the world in which fighting is lively, even though his or her individual skills may have deteriorated. If they come for help, even 9 million corpses will win.

Of course, there will be great damage and it will be a problem to stop Avengo from coming back after that, but that was then, and now it was important to get out of the crisis. If all the leaders and elite warriors die here, it won't be a problem because there's no one left to stop Avengo. It'll all be over.

For a week, the warriors of the League survived, preserving their strength, and devouring their comrades' corpses. even though that number has been reduced to half a million, and two thirds of the people who are greater than the great chieftain are dead.

The reason why the strongest were hit is because they fought on the frontlines as leaders. The more they deploy, the less damage the troops will do. That's why he was able to save half the warriors after fighting besieged for a week.

If it weren't for their sacrifice, the number of warriors would have fallen below 500,000. The attack on 9 million corpses was just as powerful. There were corpses that were unstoppable giant monsters, corpses that self-destructed at any given moment, corpses that were powerful enough to come close to the great captain in the form of ordinary towns, and attacks such as Ben Zakan, Adrio, and Iola in the middle.

A grueling week of surviving with little hope of reinforcements against such wavelengths. That week's hard work has finally begun to pay off.

Bang, bang! Bang, bang!

The sound of Dwarf hand cannons echoing and elf green film embroidery in the sky.

Squeeze, squeeze! Squeeze, squeeze! Crash!

Lizardman's sharp screams, giant trolls that roar through the forest and reveal themselves, and Katishi who follows behind and threatens the corpses with her own cry.

Hundreds of thousands of reinforcements have arrived.

“Reinforcements are starting to arrive! If you hold on, you can win! ”

You raise the morale of the surrounded alliance when you see them. They fought in shifts, plunging into the battlefield without rest, and helped the reinforcements break through the siege.

After a fierce two-hour battle, the faction was able to join the reinforcements.

“The reinforcements will continue to arrive. We've won this battle! ”

The Alliance's morale is high. The battle continues in an intense fashion.

“We better get ready to roll. ”

Avengo, who was watching the scene, said he had no problem retreating.

This is what I expected. The battle is still in the favor of the Avengos, but if you think of the reinforcements that will be coming soon, you will eventually lose. And Abenego had already anticipated that outcome.

I didn't think I could bring only 10 million corpses to defeat the Alliance. It was just the limit of 10 million corpses Abenego could lead.

Abenego was already preparing tens of millions of human corpses behind him. They will move 10 million of those bodies again to attack, or else they will move 10 million and 10 million to attack again and again.

“Let's see how many times we can stop it. ”

Avengo has thought about three days. In three days' time, there will be more reinforcements than they can handle, and they will have to retreat to human soil.

But two more days than I thought, five more days later, the dead were still ahead of us, and Avengo didn't have to retreat.

Both the leaders of the Tribe and Avengo are embarrassed. Unlike I expected, the number of reinforcements arriving was surprisingly small.

The reason was simple.

“Rrrrghhhhhh!”

A support group from the Orcs and their alliance, who were on the move, felt the energy of a great war.

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