Praise the Orc! Chapter 110:
Chapter 110 – Great Northern War (6)
Zelkian opposed the surprise attack . The others were the same . There were just too many practical limitations . In the first place, the great chieftain was moving at the center of a great army . The concept of a surprise attack wouldn’t work, but Crockta wanted to directly see the face of the great chieftain .
Then a gift came from Jamero, the magician of Nameragon . To Crockta’s surprise, it was an artifact .
[Read this well . This artifact is a gift for you . It is precious, but I shouldn’t think about saving it when this is a war for the north . I will trust you since I believe there is no one greater in battle than you . Use it as you want . ]
That was his letter .
Crockta’s eyes shone as he confirmed the information about the artifact . It was a disposable magic artifact . But it seemed like something that existed for his purpose at the moment .
It was an old pumpkin .
[The ‘Boundary Pumpkin’ is an ancient relic of the elves with a mysterious magic spell on it . However, it can only be used once . ]
Tiyo and Anor were worried for him .
“Is it really okay dot?”
“It’s possible if I have this pumpkin . ”
“I still don’t know dot . The great chieftain…”
“I have to see that guy’s face,” said Crockta .
Tiyo nodded .
“Then I will wish for your safe return dot . ”
“Don’t worry . ”
Crockta grinned as he claimed, “I’ll come back before the war even happens . ”
***
The main army of the Great Clan headed north .
Calmahart stared at the distant lands . They just needed to move a little further and the cities of the dark elves would appear on the horizon .
He laughed, “Move faster . ”
There were orcs, dark elves, and humans carrying his sedan . The slaves of various species walked quickly . His heavy body and large throne were hard to move using their own strength, but if they didn’t follow his command, they would be tortured and executed .
There were many slaves to replace them . Many slaves had been tortured in ways they couldn’t imagine, and in the end, they closed their eyes begging for death .
Calmahart was the devil .
The shaman suggested, “Calmahart, I think it is better to stop here for today . ”
It was currently twilight .
“They will be well prepared so if we continue on late at night, enemy guerrillas might appear . ”
The vanguard at Emeranian had collapsed . There was definitely something there .
The two units that went to Nuridot and Yekator had captured the places as scheduled . The orcs at Juora couldn’t advance due to the unidentified dark elf wielding double swords, but the troops were still intact .
Only the troops at Emeranian had died . He couldn’t guess what had happened there . Calmahart was marching to Emeranian first for that reason .
“Understood . ”
There would be something . He laughed .
They stopped . The orcs began to prepare the camp . Tents and camping supplies were distributed . Calmahart’s dwelling was the largest and most spectacular .
Calmahart descended from his sedan . The slaves were relieved . The tremendous weight on them had disappeared . Today’s hell-like schedule was over and they would be able to rest until morning . At least, that was what they thought .
“You there . ”
Calmahart laughed . The slaves’ faces stiffened .
“Didn’t it keep tilting to the right?”
The voice was gentle, but his natural inclination couldn’t be hidden . The slaves were already able to foretell the scene that would occur next . There was only one time when Calmahart smiled like this . It was always just before killing someone .
His axe would cut the other person . He looked to the right while killing someone on the left, looked to the left while killing on the right side . His game was random . The slaves trembled at the thought that they would be next .
“My right hip kept on tilting down . ”
Calmahart approached the slaves who were in charge of the right side . They bowed in unison . They couldn’t kneel because they were still holding the sedan chair .
“I’m sorry!”
“I’m sorry!”
The slaves apologized quickly . Calmahart burst out laughing at their appearance . At just a few words from him, everyone would shudder with fear and seek forgiveness . They would do whatever he said to survive .
Fear was his strength . The sight made him delighted .
“Kukukukuk, you don’t need to apologize . ”
Calmahart’s lieutenant and shaman approached as they noticed the situation . The orcs setting up the camp didn’t pay any attention to this place . It was a familiar sight to them .
“Just this . ”
Calmahart’s body became a blur . He swung the axe on his back . It was so fast they couldn’t see it properly . Blood splattered . The sedan tilted .
“Kuheeok!”
“Waaaah!”
“Kyaaak!”
Screams rang out . The slaves on the right side were covered in blood . Calmahart’s axe cut the ankles of the right side slaves all at once . Except for the front and back, most of them lost their ankles due to his axe . Those far away were caught in the aftermath and swayed .
But they never backed down . They clenched their teeth and supported those with torn legs .
“Hoh . ”
The sedan didn’t fall . It was because all of them would die if that happened . The tearful slaves persisted . The slaves on the other side moved around the sedan chair to try and ease the burden by moving the center of gravity .
However, Calmahart looked at them and they couldn’t move further .
“If you hang on until the sun comes up tomorrow, you are free . ”
It was ridiculous . One person had already lost his right ankle . The bleeding was getting worse .
“If it fails, I will kill both sides . To prevent the suffering . ”
He said he would kill them and turned around . This was Calmahart’s habit . Postponing the murder . The scheduled death sentence didn’t happen right away, but it wasn’t far off . In the meantime, he would laugh at how they struggled .
“……”
For a moment, the sedan tilted . One of the slaves on the left side with good ankles ran out .
“Die demon!”
He was carrying a small hidden dagger . He jumped at Calmahart’s neck and swung the dagger . However, Calmahart’s huge hands grabbed his head . He frantically struggled .
“Kuk…kuock…”
“Kukukuk . ”
Usually, the dark elf’s head would explode . But Calmahart just threw him to the side .
Then he said, “You there . You . You . You . ”
He pointed to the slaves one by one . They were all orcs .
“Come out . ”
They came out . They were orcs who refused to join the Great Clan, were caught in the Luklan Mountains, or fought the Great Clan . Calmahart hated them the most .
“The dark elf tried to attack me in the face of death . ”
Calmahart was now speaking to all the orcs in this place .
“He did that despite knowing there is no hope! He came at me, Calmahart! But what about you?”
Calmahart raised his axe . The faces of the enslaved orcs became speculative .
“Orcs! Orcs! Hiding in the back like this! Hiding behind a dark elf’s ass!”
The orcs of the Great Clan stopped working at this shout .
“You aren’t orcs, but pigs!”
Calmahart’s axe split apart the head of one orc . The body was divided vertically . All types of organs hidden under the skin poured out .
“We are orcs! Never run away! Die fighting!”
The orcs cheered at Calmahart’s words .
“To the Great Clan!”
The other enslaved orcs trembled . This was a fearsome monster . Despite the fact that they were originally large orcs, Calmahart looked down at them from a higher height . He wasn’t an orc, but a different species that looked like an orc . The burly muscles could probably tear apart an ogre with his bare hands .
“Kneel . ” Calmahart’s terrible face laughed . “You are pigs, so go crawl and grunt for your lives . Then I’ll let you live . ”
The orcs hesitated . They were orcs unrelated to the Great Clan . They were living peacefully . Then one day, the Great Clan warriors appeared and forced them to prepare for war . When they refused, their villages were wrecked . They all became slaves . They were people who didn’t know how to fight .
At that moment, one of them came forward . It was the only stranger among them, an orc born in the Luklan Mountains . He wasn’t a warrior . However, he still maintained the traditional beliefs of the orcs .
“Calmahart . Poor, mad person . ”
“……!”
Calmahart’s eyes narrowed . He had seen a lot of final efforts before dying . Everyone shouted and cursed him . However, there was no one who insulted him in such a calm manner . Despite the instinctive fear, the orc from Orcheim was staring at him with calm eyes .
“You aren’t an orc . ”
“How interesting . Me?”
“Do you know Bul’tar?”
Calmahart laughed . It was the first time hearing such nonsense . “Just a crazy guy . ”
But his eyes were still clean .
“Keep this in mind Calmahart . Everyone dies . It is only our honor that death can’t erase . ”
“You are just making sounds with that mouth . For you will definitely soon die by my hands . Kuhuhu . ”
“You don’t understand this . Someday, you will meet a real orc and die . ”
He bowed down . He grabbed the dagger hanging from the hands of the dark elf who had been thrown by Calmahart . Calmahart gazed at the dagger . However, the posture was lousy . This was an orc who didn’t know how to fight .
Calmahart laughed . Indeed, he was just someone who lost his mind .
“Yes, weak orc . What is a real orc? An idiot like you who can’t even hold a knife? A weakling? A fool like that?” Calmahart laughed cruelly . “The **** of the Luklan Mountains who will soon be killed by my hands?”
Calmahart approached . The orc swung the dagger, but his wrist was immediately grabbed by Calmahart .
“Tell me . Who is a real orc?”
As Calmahart’s terrible face neared, slight fear appeared on the orc’s face . The fear he sowed filled the surroundings . Nobody could resist that fear . But the orc clenched his teeth and endured it .
“I have seen a real orc . Unlike you, who is playing as an orc warrior . ”
“Hoh . ”
“You will be seeing him soon . ”
Calmahart’s hands gripped his neck . Those who resisted fear weren’t fun . The sight of people surrendering to the overwhelming fear and despair was to his taste . Even at the moment of death, this guy continued speaking nonsense .
It wasn’t fun . No matter how strong a person was, they eventually yielded to him .
“His name…”
The orc’s breath got stuck . The orc could barely speak anymore . The pressure from the grip on his neck was so overwhelming . He called out the name as he choked .
“Crock…ta . ”
His body slumped down .
Calmahart had heard that name before . An orc from the continent . A **** from the weak continent . That guy was a real orc . Calmahart laughed . Then the body of the dead orc was thrown to the ground .
“We advance tomorrow morning . ” Calmahart turned around . His pleasure had cooled off .
“What about those guys?”
“Leave it until tomorrow . I’ll see you then . ”
The slaves sighed as Calmahard disappeared . Their lives would be extended until tomorrow . With the hope of someday being rescued, the warriors carried the sedan into the camp . Those with damaged ankles groaned on the floor . The other slaves gave them first aid .
And…
There was one man watching the scene .
A determined face . The tattooed body was distorted with anger . He looked at the body of the orc who called his name . Then he gritted his teeth .
It was Crockta .
[’Boundary Pumpkin’ temporarily turns into a magical pumpkin carriage that no one can see . Once it is used, it can move through space again at midnight and then the pumpkin will disappear . ]
He looked down at the orcs from the air and waited for it to get dark . He had to wait for Calmahart to be alone .
To the garbage who didn’t know anything about being a real orc . Crockta would inform him about what an orc warrior was .
Ogre Slayer in his hands hummed and cried out .
“Just wait,” Crockta muttered . As Ogre Slayer hummed, the world slowed down then accelerated again . The world repeated these actions . He could feel the trajectory of the wind on his skin .
His senses were extremely sensitive due to staying in the world of the Pinnacle .
A boundless anger towards the enemy . The optimum condition for killing .
Crocta’s sword was aimed for Calmahart’s heart .
***
The sun set .
The moon rose in the sky .