Link the Orc

“Chiology. Chiology. Chihaeology.”

Coutirot is General Lizardman. General, you are at the peak of your physical ability just before you become a rod. Among them, Coutiot was considered to be a glorious lord, soon to be summoned by their god batik.

That's why he was in charge of the village while Lord was out in the Tribe. It was an honorable role to replace the role of a respected Lord.

That's why I did my best to rule the town. Coutyrot was confident. Lord reigned the village as well as Lord during his two years in the League. No, to be honest, I thought I was a better handler than Lord.

But I also always wanted to go to the battlefield. No matter how well you run this town, you can't become a lord. Every road he knows has been chosen by Batik on the battlefield. The confidence he has built over the village for two years has given him confidence that he will be chosen by Batik as long as he is on the battlefield.

Maybe that's why. When I heard about the Alliance's request for reinforcement, I marched immediately with three-quarters of the village's remaining warriors. That number is 1,500.

‘I will be a worthy Lord and return to rule this village properly.’ Coutiot went there with such ambitions. I felt like I'd be Lord if I fought a single battle.

At this moment, however, Lord Rod had killed or scattered most of the 1,500 warriors he had dragged out, and only about 50 of them were following him.

“Chiology. Chiology. Chihaeology.”

Even after the battle, he was running for his life, not after the battle.

‘Why the hell is this happening to me? ’

I only imagined myself emerging like a hero in front of a crisis faction, and I never thought I would be in such a crisis. It's all...

“Gruuuhhh!”

‘Damn Orcs. ’

It's all because of the Orcs. You can't get out of the car with the roar of Orcs coming from afar, and you scold yourself.

A small group of 300 Orc Warriors suddenly encountered on their way to the Alliance. Guttyrot attacks with a light heart. About 300 Orcs can win lightly by 1500.

But it was strangely strong. You've lost 100 warriors in battles that would have won an all-out victory ahead of your usual number.

I just started my march again thinking they were strangely strong. And I met another Orc. This time around 700 troops. Bypassed to prevent troop losses. Then I met another group of Orcs. 400 this time.

I was forced to fight because if I went further, I would retreat. I started the battle thinking I was going to get rid of it quickly, but this horde of Orcs was unbelievably strong.

Orc Warriors and Lizardman Warriors used to shout when fighting one-on-one, but they showed their strength enough not to be easily beaten one-on-two. The fight was longer than Coutirat expected, and a new horde of Orcs, about 200, joined the battlefield.

And again, another horde of 150 Orcs, another horde of 250 Orcs, and another horde of... Unbelievable Orcs are always showing up where they come from, and they end up running around with only 50 warriors like this.

“Grrrghhh!”

Another Orc in sight.

Ka Kang!

"This doesn't make any sense! ’

I bounced off the Orc's axe, but it was strong enough to make my body stab. This was the part I couldn't understand. The opposing Pokémon are quite heavy, but they can barely make it to the Great Warrior. I can't believe an Orc like that would strike a blow that shocked him almost to the road level. It was never supposed to happen.

But it's all the same. They were all strong together. It feels like a new species, not Orcs he knows.

“Grrrgh!”

“Gruhhh!”

“Kuaaaa!”

You hear Orcs screaming from everywhere. Coutirat realizes he's surrounded. I didn't see a way out.

‘Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. ’

Kurtirat cursed me dozens of times.

“Kira, hara, hara, harak!”

You lunge at the enemy with a loud shout.

* * *

Coutirat was not the only one who met the Orcs. All reinforcements, regardless of race, had to meet a large and small number of Orcs on their way to the entire region for reinforcement requests.

Orcs that instinctively feel like they're fighting with the strongest have not felt the biggest battle since the world began.

Of course, all the Orcs who felt the battle followed their instincts there. There were about 50-100 small Orcs, and 10,000 or more, led by other Grand Chiefs of Grakkarna.

What they had in common was that they attacked all the factions they encountered on their way to a place of intense combat. When I met other races in the first place, I knew they had nothing to do but fight, but I was excited about the feeling of intense fighting for the first time in my life.

The reinforcements who fought the battle, thinking about the Orcs, were devastated.

It was because of the intense feeling of battle, but it was even greater that Gräkkar became the chieftain of all Orcs. All Orcs joined the ranks of Gräkkar and the 'monarchy's majesty’ effect was enhanced greatly by the Orcs who fought only with their physical abilities without their original skill.

Orcs become more ferocious and stronger. As they headed across the continent towards the battle between the Avengo and the Tribe, they had no choice but to confront the reinforcements who were going to help the Tribe.

As such, battles were taking place in one of the most extensive areas in history on the roads leading to it.

Gräkkar strikes and deals with all the factions he meets, quickly leading in a straight line to the battle between the Avengo and the Tribe allies. And on the fifteenth day of the start of the battle between Abenego and the Tribe,

- Kuwaaaahhhhhhh!

Gräkkar's cry rocks the battlefield. The shout of the most powerful and first chieftain to encompass all the Orcs in history was powerful enough to pause for millions of moments during fierce battles.

From Avengo to the corpse, from Toryn to the common warrior, everyone's gaze is directed at Gräkkar.

* * *

When Graccar arrived on the battlefield, Abenego's body was about 5 million, and the League of Races was about 700,000.

“Khhh...”

More dead bodies have fallen from the battlefield than survivors. Gräkkar takes a big breath. The smell of blood secretly spreading and the stench of the corpse.

“Khh... This is the paradise Caroc promised us. ”

The laughter burst in succession. It was so much fun. There was a world he wanted. I think I've already died and arrived at Caroc.

Gräkkar searches the battlefield quickly. And moments later, his gaze was fixed on the rear quite far from the battlefield, not on the battlefield. Far enough away that even the eyes of Graccar could not see it. There was something there. Something strong enough to crush your spine.

“Khh... It's... it's so good. ”

You suddenly turn your attention away from Gräkkar and start running towards a powerful place, ignoring the corpses and the alliance of the tribes who started fighting again.

Gräkkar moves 10 meters each time he runs. Gräkkar is too fast to keep up with his speed, so all of North-Urd, Capkas, and Mihrach, who were following him, missed him.

The place that was so far away that I couldn't see it well began to get close in an instant.

- The Orc.

“The Orc? ”

- The Orc who used Vitel's power.

Ben-Zakan, who had fought him before, recognized him at a glance, though Abenego didn't recognize him because of his size and appearance. Nevertheless, Abenego, who seemed quite strong and interested, was intrigued by what Ben Jacquen said.

An Orc and a Viteller. If you had just used Vitel's power, you would have thought you were following the right god on the oak topic, but you also used Carroc's power together. Caroc was the one who helped stop the Vitel. Their power cannot coexist without reason. That's why I tried to catch him and find out what happened to him, but he was blocked by the leaders of the League.

- I'll go get him.

“Adrio, come with me. ”

- Yes, sir.

Ben Jakan and Adrio leave Abenego for Gräkkar. Adrian recovers his power from all the corpses that were stirring up human soil in an instant. The power that was in the corpse leapt over the space and returned to Adrio.

Adrio, a 100% man, casts a Demibeast Charm as he runs. On either side of him is a large purple mass of elliptical light. And within that, only the bones with the perfect weapon began to protrude out one by one.

They run alongside Ben Jacques as soon as they get out. Their armor and Ben Jacquard's are quite similar.

The number of skeletons grew to 20 by the time Ben Jacques and Graccar met.

“Kuwaaahhhh!”

- Ugh!

I'm fine!

Ben Jacqan's double-handed sword and Graccar's axe collide to create a violent shock wave. It used to be similar in power, so it wasn't even a square inch behind each other, but now it has a huge advantage, so Ben Jacques flies back.

Tuck!

Flying Ben Jacques has been picked up by the skeletons. The remaining strength was so strong that the four skeletons were pushed back even though they joined forces.

Ben Zakhan quickly recovers to his new colors, holding his sword upside down with both hands and pushing himself into front of him with a tower shield. The skeletons stand side by side in the same position, 10 by side.

- We are his unbreakable, firm shield!

- Grrrrrgh!

Ben Zakan shouts with all his might. The skeletons cry as if they were following Ben Jacques.

- I'm protecting his children on their behalf!

- Grrrghhh!

- No one gets behind us!

- Grrrrrgh!

Ben Zakan raises his two-handed sword and tower shield to battle position.

- Vitel's shield!

- Grrrrr!

The skeletons were the paladins of the Vitel Shield led by Ben Jacquen. Those who died and were left with rotting corpses and skeletons and couldn't go up to heaven because of Han. It was Adriao who found them and allowed them to fight as Vitel's Shield once again.

They were so deep that they could not reach the sky after more than 100 years of Adrio's search for them. They rose again from the dead and became more powerful than they had ever been.

- Vitel's shield!

Ben Zakan raises his sword and points at Gräkkar.

- Let's go!

- Grrrgh!

The battle between the most powerful paladins in Vitel and the most powerful Orc chieftains has ever begun.

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