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 .


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