Praise the Orc! Chapter 122:
Chapter 122 – Secondary Round (2)
Calmahart wielded his axe like crazy . His gestures grew larger . Crockta smiled as he penetrated through a gap . Ogre Slayer headed towards the great chieftain’s abdomen .
“Bul’tarrrrrrrrr────!”
The greatsword and double edged axe hit each other . Each hit caused the flow of the battle to reverse . The contest of strength continued .
Around them, the orcs were fighting while the dark elf arrows rained from above . The rocks flew high in the sky . The orcs, who became fiercer thanks to the power of the shaman, ran along the walls .
It was a gory battlefield field with death . However, the eyes of the two people didn’t shake . One moment of weakness meant death . The two of them stared into each other’s eyes . The axe and greatsword descended again . Blood flowed and sparks flew as the weapons collided .
“You can’t win against me . ”
Calmahart laughed . Crockta moved the blade instead of answering . Ogre Slayer slashed Calmahart’s chest . Blood flowed down . The wound became smaller . It healed at a visible speed .
“Did you give up everything to become strong?”
Calmahart smiled . “I did . ”
His wound became clean . It was a fearsome recovery ability .
“You! You can’t win against me!” Calmahart screamed . At the same time, he became even faster . Crockta focused and entered the realm of the Pinnacle .
The world slowed . An infinitely accelerated world where the arrows in the sky seemed to have stopped . In that realm, Crockta wielded Ogre Slayer . But Calmahart had already entered that world . The both of them accelerated in the still world . Avoidance, hit, block and swing .
Whenever they hit each other, sparks flew in the air . The sparks grew bigger as the axe and greatsword hit again, scattering red light in the air like firecrackers .
The one who was thrown back first was Crockta .
“Cough!”
Calmahart’s kick had penetrated through a gap and hit Crockta’s abdomen . Crockta rolled across the wall . It was hard to breathe . He relied on the greatsword to raise his body, but his legs were trembling .
Calmahart used the momentum and rushed forward . Instead of retreating, Crockta charged and slammed into the great chieftain’s chest . Calmahart fell down . Crockta also staggered from the impact . Their eyes clashed . Crockta once again swung his greatsword .
It was at that moment . The rock from a trebuchet struck right in the middle of the wall where they were standing . The walls shook violently .
The orcs shouted . The floor started to slowly tilt .
“……!”
Crockta and Calmahart fell along with the wall . Crockta’s vision reversed as he was caught in the collapse . Heaven and earth were flipped . Dust obscured his vision .
“Cough, cough!”
As soon as he got up and looked around, he saw the great chieftain and orcs staring at him .
Calmahart smiled as he said, “It is the end of Spinoa . ”
This time, Crockta couldn’t open his mouth . The wall collapsed, opening a path for the orcs . The crowd of orcs was just waiting for Calmahart’s order . As soon as they passed through the walls, Spinoa would be painted with blood .
Crockta looked around and saw that the orcs had already occupied the walls on the other sides . The bodies of dark elves who lost their heads were thrown from the walls . Despite the desperate resistance, Spinoa would soon be broken completely .
However, he couldn’t give up obediently . Buy as much time as possible . He could do it .
Crockta raised his greatsword . The great chieftain Calmahart and an army of orcs were in front of him . They would soon extend like a swarm of rats towards Spinoa .
At that moment .
“Don’t take on the weight alone . ”
“……!”
Crockta turned around as he heard a voice . They were familiar faces . Orcheim’s leader Gorit as well as the warriors of Orcheim . They stood side-by-side behind Crockta . Their numbers seemed pathetic compared to the great army in front of them .
“The dark elves’ spirits have become very poor . ”
Gorit grinned . Crockta also smiled . Calmahart shouted .
“Kill them and enter Spinoa! Charge!”
“Kuaaahhhh!”
The orcs rushed . Crockta and the Orcheim warriors raised their weapons . They yelled at the same time .
“Bul’tarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr───!”
Orcs rushed towards each other . There was a shock as the two sides came into conflict . Crockta ran through the orc warriors towards Calmahart . Calmahart also wielded his double edged axe towards Crockta .
“Let’s finish this!”
Both weapons hit each other .
***
Surka clung to a ladder .
On the western wall, Crockta and the great chieftain were fighting each other . Sparks flew whenever both of them wielded their weapons . Orcs on the ground shouted for Crockta’s defeat and the great chieftain’s victory . There were constant, dazzling attacks .
Surka turned his gaze away . There was no time to be distracted . His fight was right in front of him . The head of the orc above him fell off . The ladder rattled . Surka closed his eyes and held onto the ladder . He once again endured the shock . The orc that first climbed the ladder hit his shoulder as he fell . Surka gritted his teeth and persisted .
Surka was now at the top of the ladder .
Surka shouted . “The Great Clan’s victory!”
Then he frantically climbed the ladder . Directly below, the great warriors were climbing the ladder along with Surka . Surka used his momentum to grab the wall railing . At that moment, he made eye contact with a dark elf swinging his sword at Surka . Surka brandished his axe and cut the dark elf’s head .
“Kuaaaah!”
Blood poured out . Surka’s spirit became elevated . The orcs hanging on the ladder were also excited to see the blood . They instantly climbed onto the wall . In the end, the dark elves retreated from the invasion of the orcs with flustered expressions . Their faces were weak .
The wall shook as a rock hit it . Behind him, his brethren were marching while striking at arrows . There was no time to delay . Surka brandished his axe and opened a path . Orcs came flooding up from the ladders .
It transformed into a melee . It became an exchange of weapons on the walls . The dark elves couldn’t stop the momentum of the orcs . Surka was about to swing an axe towards a dark elf .
However, he instinctively felt a threat and stepped back . Two sword trajectories were waving in front of him . He had seen these swords before .
The dark elf who used double swords, Driden . He stared at Surka .
“Kulkulkul…”
Surka started laughing .
This dark elf was strong . However, Surka had also experienced many battles and reached this place today .
“This time I’ll deal with you properly . ”
Surka’s body was already soaked with the madness of the battlefield . The adrenaline rushing through his head meant he didn’t feel any fear . He wielded his axe at the border of life and death, on the battlefield where death and killing felt enchanted .
Orcs continued climbing up the walls . There was impatience on Driden’s face . Surka didn’t miss this gap and moved his axe . The double swords flashed at him but Surka didn’t retreat, instead pressing his opponent with the power of an orc .
Time was his . Anyone seeking to protect the walls couldn’t help feeling nervous . Surka blocked Driden’s attacks while looking around . The fighting had stagnated .
The first change occurred at the place where Chieftain Calmahart was .
Kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa!
The wall collapsed due to the rock attack and the accumulated damage from Crockta and Calmahart’s intense fighting . Dozens of orcs waiting to climb up were thrown back by the impact . Within the rubble of the collapsed wall, Crockta and Calmahart stood .
Then the orcs began to advance . The orcs swarmed over the collapsed wall like ants .
Surka brandished his axe at Driden and laughed happily . “Kuhahahahahat! Look!”
Driden defended by crossing his double swords . Surka used the momentum of the deflection to swing it downwards again .
“Spinoa will be trampled!”
As soon as the walls broke, one thing would happen .
A massacre!
The other walls were already occupied by orcs . The numerical advantage and battle experience weren’t obstacles that could be easily overcome . Furthermore, the weapons devised by the great chieftain’s shaman were effective .
Now cracks would spread along the collapsed wall . Then…
Strangely, the heat inside him stopped . Surka looked back at the place . At that moment, Driden’s swords surged towards Surka . Surka missed blocking it due to his momentary anxiety .
“Ugh!”
A blade aimed at his neck . Surka couldn’t move, but another orc on the warrior appeared and attacked Driden .
“Are you okay?”
“I’m okay . ”
Surka took deep breaths as he was barely saved . Now Driden was dealing with many warriors . Surka stepped back . He wasn’t proud of it, but this was a war . Surka picked up the axe he had dropped and looked at the collapsed wall . Calmahart and Crockta were standing there .
“……!”
At that moment, the high Surka received from the battle disappeared in an instant . The ecstasy he felt after capturing the wall and slaying the enemy cooled down . The blood **** filling his body drained out like a change caused by magic .
The sight wasn’t what he expected . The orcs were supposed to be advancing inside Spinoa . It was natural . Then…
It wasn’t a large number of orcs guarding the collapsed wall, but Crockta with his greatsword . Now he was a new wall . The orcs of Orcheim were supporting Crockta .
There was a scene where orcs and orcs confronted each other, with Calmahart and Crockta at the center . The two sides hit each other . Each one cried out their slogan as they became tangled together .
“The Great Clan’s victory!”
“Bul’tarrrr!”
The Great Clan was clearly overwhelming in numbers . However, Crockta and the Orcheim orcs blocked the enemies . The unstoppable march that was similar to a tsunami was blocked by their defense line .
They were the Great Clan, a force that was always stronger than the enemy . But in the present fight, they were being pushed back despite their numbers . The enemies were a small number, but they fought as warriors .
Surka turned his head and saw Driden cutting down the Great Clan’s warriors .
“Dammit . ”
The warriors of the Great Clan had proved themselves in battle . But as the battle continued, the dark elves and their allies showed their true worth . Rather, it was the Great Clan assaulting and being destroyed by the enemies without any meaning .
Countless orcs had already died . This wasn’t what any warrior of the Great Clan wished for .
‘Where is your honor as a warrior?’
Crockta’s shout towards the great chieftain was revived .
Honor . They had their honor . The honor of Crockta from the continent and the honor of the Great Clan in the north were clearly different . Nevertheless, Surka didn’t feel like he had honor right now .
The cries from the people on the walls, the sound of killing and dying, the rain of scattered blood, the feeling surging inside Surka . There was no sense of reality . This entire war felt like a dream, except it wasn’t .
Surka looked back . All of the northern orcs of the Great Clan were madly rushing with red eyes . There was no willpower or pride as they were caught up in the great chieftain’s madness .
It wasn’t a dream .
How could he wield his weapon on this shameful battlefield?
***
“Full army retreat!”
The dark elves started to retreat . In the end, the walls were deserted . The walls were worn down by the continuing siege . One side had already collapsed . The gate was also breached . Orcs were pushing in . The orcs of Orcheim started slowly retreating .
“Hah, hah…” Crockta took deep breaths . His body was a wreck .
However, Calmahart showed no signs of tiredness at all . Rather, he seemed to become stronger as the fight continued and the wounds on his body increased . He raised his arms and roared, “For the Great Clan’s victory──────!”
The orcs of the Great Clan responded to the cry, “Death to the enemies of the Great Clan!”
Calmahart rushed and brought his double edged axe down towards Crockta . Crockta threw himself down and rolled to avoid the damage .
“Are you tired now?”
Crockta looked around . All of the soldiers had abandoned the walls and were rushing towards the center of Spinoa . The orcs aimed their axes at any dark elves in the rear . Nevertheless, everyone ran towards the centre of Spinoa .
To the heart of Spinoa . The world tree .
Crockta slowly backed away . Calmahart didn’t chase him . He just stood in his place and laughed at Crockta .
“Are you going to retreat to the world tree?”
“……!”
Crockta looked up at him . A vivid red pattern appeared on Calmahart’s forehead . The bizarrely inverted cross looked like a terrible scar . A red aura emerged from his body .
Calmahart’s body started to mutate .
“The world tree will burn by my hands today . The same goes for you, Crockta . ”
Crockta didn’t answer . Instead of Calmahart the orc, he saw a monster of an entirely different species . Then he ran back with the orcs of Orcheim .
Crockta looked up at the world tree . The sun was still bright . Except for around the world tree, all of Spinoa had been occupied by the orcs .
The world tree would burn or Calmahart would die . Today, it would be settled before the sun set .