Praise the Orc! Chapter 111:
Chapter 111 – Great Northern War (7)
Crockta looked at the sky from the pumpkin carriage . It was the end of the lunar cycle . The thin moon made him the most sensitive . Darkness distracted the enemy’s vision and hid his stature .
He just needed his greatsword .
He was currently floating above the tent of the great chieftain, Calmahart . But the area still hadn’t calmed down . Orcs were carrying food into Calmahart’s tent . They were carrying an enormous amount of meat . Calmahart’s overeating was good for Crockta . Digesting a lot of food required energy, so it inevitably made the brain sleepy . The body would become dull and dull bodies created gaps in battle .
“Not bad . ”
Once the orcs fell asleep, Crockta would descend from the carriage and hit Calmahart . The night was still young .
The next space time movement of this pumpkin was at midnight . He still had some time . Crockta touched the surface of the pumpkin carriage . It was really a pumpkin and a pegasus made of translucent light pulled it .
It was summoned by Jamero’s ‘Boundary Pumpkin . ’ He used it and a pumpkin carriage suddenly appeared . It was a carriage that only appeared in Crockta’s eyes and allowed him to infiltrate wherever he wanted without a sound . If there wasn’t a restriction that only one person could use it, perhaps he would’ve been able to pull off a greater surprise attack .
Crockta carefully searched below .
It was a large army . It was the spectacular sight of many orcs camping together . If all those orcs appeared in the north, it would be impossible for the dark elves to handle them . Crockta reinforced how important this opportunity was . If he stabbed Calmahart in the heart here, maybe the war would be over . The origin of all this was Calmahart .
“One, two, three . ”
He confirmed the number of guards around Calmahart’s tent . There weren’t many due to Calmahart’s confidence . Warriors on patrol sometimes roamed, but overall, the defense was lax . They didn’t expect a surprise attack at all .
Of course, they were right . If it weren’t for this mysterious artifact, Crockta would’ve never reached here . It was a one person raid .
The moon went behind a cloud . There was perfect darkness on the plains . The pumpkin started to descend gradually, according to Crockta’s will . Gradually, the campsite of the orcs came closer .
He occasionally heard the steps of the orc soldiers walking around . Crockta quietly added his own footsteps to the sounds . There was an orc soldier with his back to Crockta .
Step .
Suddenly, the orc soldier looked around .
Spit .
Patter .
Blood spattered as the orc’s head turned around . Crockta caught the falling head and eliminated the sound of impact . Once again, blood poured on him .
Then silence .
Step .
Crockta walked forward . There were three guards around at the tent . Crockta moved behind them in the darkness .
“I’m tired,” an orc muttered while yawning .
He had a halberd tied to his back . He never noticed as Crockta secretly approached .
[The skill Infiltration (Common) has been acquired . ]
[You seem to be getting used to sneaking around? Your Infiltration skill has upgraded . ]
[Shadow Infiltration (Rare) has been acquired . ]
He shut the message windows off . Then in the same manner, he cut the neck of the orc from behind .
“……!”
The orc responded . He felt something and quickly twisted . However, he couldn’t avoid it and most of his neck was cut .
“Kuheeok…!”
His throat was cut and he couldn’t shout properly . The orc looked up at Crockta with surprised eyes . Gradually, bubbles rose and the eyes became blurred . Crockta used his greatsword to completely separate the dangling head .
The orc’s eyes died . Now there was only one left . The remaining orc was completely asleep . Crockta didn’t bother using the greatsword . Instead, he reached out his hands to the orc’s neck and twisted .
Crunch .
The orc still seemed to be sleeping . There would’ve been no pain .
“Now it is starting . ”
Crockta muttered in a small voice . He stood directly before Calmahart’s tent . Such a large tent was being used by only one person . It was as big as a building . The opponent wasn’t easy, but Crockta wasn’t an ordinary orc .
His greatsword was crying . Crockta smiled .
Then he took out a scroll and tore it .
[Wide Area Silence Scroll (Essence) has been consumed . ]
He barely sensed it . It was like the invisible membrane enveloping the area . Now no sound would leak out .
Crockta opened the tent .
***
The interior was bright .
There was a fire blazing in the middle of the tent . One side contained fearsome weapons such as axes, hammers, and halberds, while the other side had a tactical map showing the current march of the orcs .
Crockta skimmed it . It wasn’t significantly different from what the dark elves had figured out . At the end, there was a huge mass lying on the bed .
Calmahart . He was lying beside a huge throne decorated with all types of bones . Just looking at him from a distance, Crockta could guess his size . Crockta felt sick and tired . That really was an orc . He seemed one head bigger than Crockta . There was an axe under the bed . It was a huge double edged axe that seemed to be his main weapon .
Crockta approached . Calmahart hadn’t noticed anything yet as his breathing was still the same . His face twisted as if he was doing something terrible in his dreams .
Crockta pulled out his greatsword . He hadn’t come here to fight or play around .
This was an assassination . The sword descended . It was at that moment .
Kakang!
Calmahart raised his arm . He was wearing a steel guard on his forearm . It blocked Crockta’s greatsword .
Calmahart’s eyes tinged red . He laughed .
“Hoh . ”
Crockta stepped back . It had been just a hair away . How was he noticed?
“It is the first time that I’ve seen you . I would remember someone with tattoos . ” Calmahart got up .
His huge body looked down at Crockta . His head seemed to reach the top of the tent . He grabbed his double edged axe . It was a huge weapon that wasn’t inferior to Crockta’s Ogre Slayer .
Calmahart looked down at Crockta . His expression was interested . His arms were trembling because he wanted to wield the double edged axe right away . Crockta caught his breath calmly .
This had developed into a fight . He lifted Ogre Slayer . Anyway, he had been expecting this .
Crockta grinned .
Calmahart and Crockta, the two orcs stood facing each other . Then their worlds slowed . Extremely keen senses . A sudden exchange of attack and defense occurred in a short amount of time . Ogre Slayer and the axe hit each other .
Kakakaang!
“Kuhuhu…”
“Kulkulkul . ”
The two looked at each other and laughed . And at the same time .
Strong . With that exchange, they were able to gauge the other person’s level .
Crockta plunged in . He aimed the sword at Calmahart’s lower body . At the same time, Calmahart’s axe lowered . Crockta twisted his body to avoid the axe and corrected the sword’s trajectory . The blade swung into Calmahart’s abdomen . Ogre Slayer bounced off .
Kakang!
“Kuhuhu…”
Calmahart grinned . He was wearing steel armor on the inside .
“Shall we do it properly?”
He stretched his back . Then he approached Crockta . Crockta nodded .
“Yes, let’s do it right . ”
At the same time, huge momentum burst out from their bodies . A storm raged into the tent . The two of them grinned at each other . Then they fought again . At a speed that wasn’t visible, they aimed their weapons at the other’s neck and heart .
Tremendously loud sounds like a thunderstorm occurred . Crockta became bruised while blood flowed from Calmahart’s body .
Kakang!
Once again, their weapons collided . The power struggle continued . Crockta kicked Calmahart’s legs .
“Kuhuk!”
Calmahart fell over, causing the tent to shake fiercely . Crockta jumped forward and aimed his greatsword downwards . Calmahart hit the greatsword with the axe and grabbed Crockta’s neck with the other hand .
“Kuock…”
There was a strong grip on his neck . Crockta struggled . Calmahart smiled and gave more strength to his hands . It was a tremendous force . Crockta grabbed the wrist and tried to pull it away, but it didn’t move .
Then Crockta bit the hand with a wicked expression .
“Kuaack!”
Calmahart screamed and let go . One finger was tattered .
“You…!”
Crockta smiled and spat out the blood . “There isn’t much taste . ”
Calmahart’s eyes turned red with anger as he laughed . “Kuhuhuhuk, kuhuhut!”
This guy was for real . He was someone who knew how to really fight .
Calmahart’s mouth rose . A warrior like himself, who knew what slaughter and fighting for their lives were . This guy knew .
“What is your name?” Calmahart asked .
Crockta placed the greatsword on his shoulder .
“Crockta . ”
“I see . You…”
Calmahart remembered what happened earlier in the day .
A real orc . Calmahart laughed . A real warrior would appear and kill him . The name was Crockta . An orc who was stronger and larger than average orcs . His eyes were deep and sharp . He wore a red headband and steel belt at his waist . The big greatsword used as a weapon .
Strong . An orc who reached the same ‘stage’ as him .
And…
That was all .
“You are a real orc…?”
Crockta laughed . He had also seen what happened during the day .
“What is a real orc, Calmahart?”
Calmahart raised his axe .
“Strong . ” The axe contained a fearsome momentum . His muscles swelled up . The originally large body became even bigger . “Stronger than anyone else . That is an orc . ”
He approached Crockta, who pulled out his greatsword .
“And I am the strongest,” declared Calmahart .
At the same time, the axe lowered .
Swaaaack!
Space was severed . Crockta’s eyes changed . It was an unusual attack . Crockta immediately moved to the side to avoid it .
Kaaaang!
The axe struck a part of the skull protruding from his belt . Crockta lost his balance in the aftermath and fell to one knee . He rolled to avoid the next strike from the axe .
“……!”
The Demon’s Mouth was scratched . This was the first time .
He raised his head . The axe was coming in succession . Instead of stepping back, Crockta bowed his head and moved forward . The axe passed over Crockta’s head . The oversized Calmahart was bent down low and defenseless against Crockta’s incoming rush .
Crockta aimed his greatsword .
“Kuheok!”
Blood emerged from Calmahart’s mouth . Crockta twisted his greatsword . But the handle didn’t move .
“……!”
Calmahart’s abdominal muscles held on to the blade .
He couldn’t believe it . Crockta raised his head . Calmahart was smiling as he looked down at Crockta .
“I got you . ”
Calmahart threw the axe away and grabbed Crockta’s neck with both hands . Crockta desperately pulled his greatsword but it didn’t budge . What a monstrous body .
Calmahart laughed . Crockta’s eyes became blurry as he looked up into Calmahart’s face .
“……!”
Calmahart’s grip became stronger . His consciousness faded .
Then he saw something shimmering on Calmahart’s forehead .
His consciousness went to a distant place .