Praise the Orc! Chapter 107:
Chapter 107 – Great Northern War (3)
The moment he arrived at Emeranian, there was a large group of orcs surrounding it and it seemed like it would be torn down at any minute .
Crockta got down from the caruk . Tiyo and Anor were still far behind him . Crockta had arrived here first on his caruk, due to his riding skill .
The number of arrows flying from the sky was gradually dwindling . The orcs climbing the ladders were close to the wall railing . The walls seemed on the verge of collapsing .
Crockta looked down . There was the body of a dark elf, staring up with white eyes . He looked at the dark elf’s hands . Clean hands . It was a rare white hand that had never touched a weapon and had a ring on the finger .
Crockta kneeled down and closed the dark elf’s eyes . He raised the elf’s hand to his abdomen . An engraving on the ring entered his eyes .
A L Y A .
Was it his name or the name of his lover?
He moved his hand towards his chest .
“── . ”
Crockta heard something . He heard it clearly . The eyes of the body seemed to be looking at him . Was it the wind, or the dark elf’s voice?
He closed his eyes . After learning Introduction to Magic, Crockta’s senses had woken up . He felt the world . His mind drifted towards the world around him, as he listened to the sound of the wind and saw the heart of the grass .
It was the first step of the miracle called magic .
Crockta opened his eyes .
The bright sunshine shone down unto the world as a voice revolved around the earth and the sky . No, it was really the wind .
It didn’t matter . Crockta pulled out his greatsword .
“Don’t worry . ” The wind blew again . The blades of grass lay flat down . “Lay down and watch . ”
Crockta walked forward . The castle looked like a sandcastle that was just about to be destroyed by an army of ants . Orcs with weapons were constantly beating at Emeranian . A slaughter was just around the corner .
It was a virtually impossible stage to perform on . However, the breeze blowing in the air pushed at him . How could he refuse that soft touch? Crockta followed the flow of the breeze and raised his greatsword .
He strode towards the back of the orcs . A group of orcs . There was a wounded shaman and soldiers escorting him . Crockta looked over towards the wall . There seemed to be a skillful sniper . They shouted at Crockta .
They were questions such as ‘Who are you?’ and ‘Where did you come from?’
Crockta considered their questions .
Who was he? Where did he come from and where was he going?
He laughed . He brandished his greatsword .
The world slowed . The air vibrated . The particles of the world transformed and expanded . Ogre Slayer split the world . The bodies of the shaman and soldiers split in half and blood splattered out . It was Crockta’s answer .
Crockta moved promptly . He cut the enemy’s back without a sound . He eliminated the orcs heading towards Emeranian from the rear . The orcs waiting for their turn were stabbed . He broke the enemy’s spine and cut through them .
In order to reduce the difference in numbers, all attacks needed to be done efficiently . Deadly blows . He didn’t even need to check if he killed them .
“Kuheeok!”
He broke the enemy’s breathing . The arrows of the dark elves gradually stopped . Maybe they were running out of arrows . However, the number of people noticing Crockta’s presence had increased . Crockta smiled and exchanged swords with them .
Kwaang!
Kwaang!
Crockta’s greatsword split an enemy as the gates fell . The scenery inside Emeranian and the faces of the dark elves were visible . Orcs were rushing towards the gate like crazy . It was like a tide towards Emeranian .
The dark elves formed a barricade and blocked the orcs with their spears, but the orcs just stepped on the dead bodies and swung their weapons at the dark elves . The area around the gate became soaked with blood . The orcs were now entering the interior like an angry wave .
Suddenly, Crockta stopped . The wind blew .
He nodded . Crockta took a deep breath . He gathered air in his lungs . The air was condensed deep inside . His steel-like body blew air out . Then he shouted .
“Bul’tarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr──────!”
The battle roar ripped through the air! Then the ground shook . The orcs blocked their ears and looked back . Some fell due to the momentum .
Crockta glanced them in turn . They wouldn’t know the meaning of the word he just shouted . However, after this war was over . They would know the meaning .
Crockta grinned . He slowly opened his mouth .
“Calmahart, he is a neophyte . ”
The orcs’ expressions changed . It was like they didn’t understand what they were hearing .
Crockta continued speaking . “Calmahart is a sissy and he will die by my hands . ”
The orcs grabbed their weapons . The provocation was enough to make them forget about entering Emeranian . Crockta grinned .
“Are there any complaints?”
Crockta’s voice was heard clearly by everyone on the battlefield . The orcs turned from Emeranian to Crockta . The hostility aimed at taking down the castle, Crockta received it . Every hair on his body bristled . He couldn’t stand it and smiled .
The orcs in front of him were burning with a desire to kill him . But he didn’t feel afraid . The orcs yelled and cursed at Crockta . Countless insults and anger poured towards him .
Crockta nodded . “There are lots of complaints . Then…”
He raised his hands . The orcs and dark elves on the walls, thousands of eyes were pointed at him . He once again raised his hands towards them .
“Come . ”
It was like a dam broke as the army of orcs pushed towards him . Left, right, front, and back, the orcs stepped on the companions and rushed like a tidal wave . Axes, spears, and swords filled his vision .
The world slowed down .
Dduok!
Blood splashed from the lead orc in the lead that was holding an axe . Crockta used gentle movements and stared at it . Red blood, the source of life .
‘I am alive . ’
The tattoos on his body were burning . He seized his greatsword .
‘Or is it just breathing?’
He crossed swords with a saber that aimed at him . Hatred and anger, the sum of their emotions . Why did they get angry at the smallest things?
‘Honor . ’
Feel angry towards things that were truly worth it .
Crockta brandished his greatsword .
***
An arrow hit the back of an orc that was running away . It was the last one .
The battle finished but none of the dark elves of Emeranian cheered . They just looked at him with eyes filled with awe .
“What is that…”
Countless orc corpses were scattered around . It was like a dam was built with the dead bodies . At the heart was an orc with a bloodied greatsword . The orc survived alone against such a huge army . Since the orc army was attacking him, the dark elves were able to slaughter the orcs as easily as aiming at targets .
There were no uninjured spots on his body . There were stab wounds where blood flowed down and a broken spear was inserted in his side . One arrow that flew the wrong way also pierced him . The wounds on his shoulders and thighs made it hard for him to stand .
However, he endured . The dance of a one man army .
“You, what are you doing?” Caska asked .
She was looking at a dark elf who raised his bow . The arrow was pointed at the orc .
“We don’t even know who he is . ”
Caska’s face distorted . “Didn’t you see him attacking the orcs instead of us?”
“He is also an orc . Anyway… ouch!”
Caska kicked the dark elf . He grabbed his leg . She slapped the dark elf .
“This dog, are you a spy? The Great Clan paid you, didn’t they?”
“W-What are you saying?”
“Then why are you shooting the same side, you bastard!” She yelled angrily . The dark elf bowed his head . “Send a medical unit and treat that orc!”
The dark elves regained their minds at her words and rushed out . The orc entered the gate on a stretcher . The orc never let go of his greatsword, so the soldiers had to withstand the combined weight of the orc and greatsword . Many dark elves had to carry him at the same time .
Caska sighed as she looked at the dead bodies in front of the castle .
“I’m really sick of this . ”
Her colleague laughed . “You will become sicker from now on . ”
“It is as you say . ” She leaned against the railing . Dust was still rising on the horizon . “The orcs are heading north and will come again . ”
“It won’t end until the great chieftain is killed . ”
“So…”
Caska glanced back . The orc was being carried by the medical corps . Sometimes he would regain consciousness and say something . The dark elves would stop and look at him .
“I’m sick of…”
They had been stuck in a siege with the orcs for a week . Thanks to the orc, they eventually destroyed the enemy . Now she would be able to take a break for a while . Until the next battle . Not just Emeranian, but other cities in the area were still under siege .
At that moment . A large dust cloud approached from far away .
“……!”
She reflexively raised her bow . Had more troops come already? According to the scouts, there was still some time . Her colleagues’ expressions hardened at Caska’s response . They stared at the horizon .
There was a caruk running while creating dust . And the one who was steering it…
A gnome .
“W-What is that?”
“Well…not an enemy?”
“A little…cute?”
The gnome had a scary expression on his face as he kicked the caruk . Behind him, a dark elf was holding his waist and shouting with a terrified face, as if telling him to slow down . They arrived in front of the gate .
The gnome looked up at Emeranian and shouted .
“I was so worried dot!”
“……”
The dark elves looked at each other .
“I will help you stop the orcs! My name is Tiyo!”
No one answered . Tiyo shouted again without any hesitation .
“Come and lead me inside the castle dot!”
“……”
Caska turned her head . “What is this?”
“He is called…Tiyo?”
“Tiyo? What is that?”
One soldier interrupted their conversation . “Tiyo, it is those guys . Travelers from the continent . ”
“From the continent…that gnome?”
“Yes . A gnome and orc, and I heard that a dark elf recently joined to make them a group of three… The orc warrior earlier must be Crockta . ”
“That guy is Crockta?”
Caska’s eyes widened . She had forgotten but now she remembered .
She recently heard that travelers from the continent were being active in the north . They went through the Luklan Mountains to Nuridot, Nameragon, and Spinoa, while their leader, an orc warrior, was on a completely different level from the orcs here .
He was stronger than anyone and righteous . He said that the Great Clan didn’t have honor . Orc warrior Crockta .
“Come in . ”
The dark elves let Tiyo and Anor in . The gnome shouted and bluffed as he entered the castle, but they soon headed off to see Crockta .
Caska looked at their backs and nodded .
“The rumor was real…”
He was an orc who dealt with numerous opponents alone without looking back . The monstrous sword slew the enemies left and right .
Caska’s expression became determined . Her colleague laughed at her appearance .
“Look at that . Are you serious?”
“What?”
Caska looked at him .
“If the orc survives, will you really give him your first kiss?”
Caska laughed . “Why, do you think I can’t?”
“He is a good guy but… That orc could refuse . ”
“What are you talking about?”
Caska pointed to her face . The traces of battle such as fatigue and dust were piled up, but her dark blue eyes shone brightly . She had a straight nose and red petal-like lips . A solid and voluptuous body toned through training . A beauty even among the dark elves .
Caska laughed as she indicated her face .
“There is no way he is a **** . ”