69novels Chapter 185 : Chapter 185
Chapter 185 : Chapter 185
Chapter 185
With combat preparations proceeding in a flurry, the Royal Army’s leadership anticipated victory.
After all, isn’t the opponent Orcs?
Orcs aren't likely to bring siege weapons from somewhere, so at most, they won't be able to cross the moat or climb over the wall.
Even seeing soldiers who came wearing only a groin protector, having sold their armor somewhere, or soldiers crawling up the wall on all fours swaying half-drunk with alcohol, the command believed it would work out somehow.
“They won't bring ladders, and there is a moat, so they won't be able to climb the wall.”
“Pull back the guys dead drunk, and tell the Knight Order to suffer a bit this time.”
“The opponent is Orcs anyway. Is there a need to worry about defense against guys who can't even climb walls?”
“They’ll probably bang on the walls a bit and go back when they get tired, well.”
They were rather more worried about the case where they gave up on siege warfare and surrounded Obsol.
The problem was that Obsol’s walls, having had no reason to worry about domain wars since ancient times, were exceptionally low.
Similarly, because they didn't worry about war, they didn't maintain the moat.
And to Orcs who had climbed the lofty fortress walls, Obsol’s low walls were practically flat ground.
* * *
- Grrrk!
Towards the Orcs swarming under the cover of darkness, commanders shouted in unison.
“Wake up and shoot! They can never climb the wall!”
“Focus on the enemy in front! Trust the wall and trust your comrades beside you! Then you shall be victorious!”
“Throw liquor bottles and shoot fire arrows! Show those worm-like Orc bastards a lesson!”
The problem was that Obsol’s walls were too low to stop the Legion that climbed even the fortress’s lofty walls.
To the Legion, the ungreased walls themselves were practically ladders.
“Uh, uh?! They are crawling up!”
“Block them! Don't let those bastards come up!”
“Throw! Throw something!”
“Damn it, pour liquor and throw torches on it!”
Flames soared all over the wall at wise commanders’ judgment, but no matter how many liquor bottles they threw, it was insufficient to stop the Legion.
Eventually, Orcs wearing black armor climbed onto the wall one by one-
“Don't be scared! They are merely Orcs…….”
Kwaduduk. Kaduk, kaduduk.
Their gluttony began.
* * *
Janehar, belonging to the Royal 1st Knight Order, muttered watching a soldier being chewed up in front of his eyes.
“I told you, we should have at least worn armor.”
At the words to stand on the wall immediately, almost no knight wore armor properly.
Even Janehar, who loves safety, barely wore a chest protector.
Of course, the commanders' assurance that they just needed to bring their bodies played a part.
‘Tsk, they said at most only one or two would climb the wall.’
Why does it seem like nothing has been done properly from start to finish in this mission? Grumbling, he still rushed towards the Orc.
Seogeok-
“The armor looks cool but… still just an Orc.”
Slicing the Orc’s neck in one stroke, he considered wearing a helmet but threw it outside the wall due to the discomfort worse than not wearing one.
Now one.
“About ten thousand more to catch?”
Thinking survival was unlikely, he chuckled, drew his sword, and rushed towards the nearest Orc.
“This bastard, biting!”
Striking the neck of the guy thrusting fangs at a soldier, three crawled up from behind.
Looking at the three pairs of eyes glistening with madness, he wondered if this was really reality.
Maybe he drank too much and was having a nightmare.
“Kuhuhu, fuck.”
Janehar chuckled.
The sticky Orc blood soaking his body was as warm as human blood.
The screams of humans being chewed alive and the Orcs’ breathing sounds flowing between fangs were loud enough to deafen ears.
The smell of burning Orcs was similar to the smell of meat he ate yesterday.
So, how can this be a dream.
“I’d rather it be a dream.”
After slashing three consecutively, he checked his body.
Two scratches from blind axes.
As expected, even if he got scolded a bit, he should have worn armor properly.
Mana can increase strength, but it doesn't turn skin into iron.
“Tsk.”
Until today, Janehar thought he was quite good at combat.
Whatever anyone says, he had skills famous even in the 1st Knight Order, and excluding the Captain and Vice-Captain, few could defeat him with a sword.
However, experiencing a chaotic battle where allies and enemies were mixed up for the first time today, the shock he experienced was by no means small.
Using mana to settle his shaken insides, he threw his body again.
- Grrrk!
After slashing three, five in front.
And six coming up from behind.
He was definitely moving his sword without rest, but strangely, it felt like there were more and more Orcs.
Moving tenaciously enough to make his exhalation smell of blood, Huuuk-, they just don't decrease.
“Ah…….”
Many.
Too many.
A groan came out automatically at the first feeling of helplessness.
Mana was needed to cut through their armor, and mana is never an infinite resource.
He felt the mana that filled his body decrease, fluctuating as much as the Orc heads falling to the floor.
‘If only the Knight Order were intact…….’
Most of the 1st Knight Order participating in this ‘expedition’ were caught in Lier while performing operations.
I told them so many times that it's impossible to act as a spy wearing Ranger clothes.
Those idiots probably got caught before walking three steps.
Chuckling that maybe they saved their lives thanks to getting caught, he threw his body again.
Only a hundred now.
To end this battle, he would have to kill easily ten thousand times more.
* * *
Human will is weak.
“Uwaaaack!”
Seeing a friend who was giggling just a moment ago being chewed and eaten in front of their eyes, how many soldiers can hold spears and weapons?
It had been long since the commander's orders were heard.
Probably eaten, or ran away towards a safer place.
“When on earth is the retreat order coming?!”
As a soldier holding up a shield with tears and snot flowing shouted, an answer came from afar.
“Retreat to where?”
“Anywhere, we have to run away anywhere!”
“Abandoning the castle? Do you think you can go down from this chaotic wall?”
At that question, the soldier glanced towards the wall stairs.
“Don’t push! Don’t push!”
“I’m going down too!”
“Get lost! Don’t grab me!”
The stairs were already a mess mixed with soldiers trying to go up and soldiers trying to run away.
Some commanders drew swords and shouted sternly that they would cut the necks of those retreating, but it was insufficient to stop the terrified soldiers.
Because there were not just one or two guys rushing with eyes flipped, saying they would rather die by the sword than be chewed and eaten alive.
It might be natural that most of them were southern soldiers.
Thinking yesterday’s terrible situation was repeating, they couldn't help but lose their reason.
Usually, they might not have been pushed back this much.
Orcs wearing black armor were scary enough to wet pants, but they thrust their snouts before axes, and knowing their purpose, if they gave up attacking and focused only on defense, it wasn't unblockable.
So, it is misfortune.
That the General stationed the Southern Army on the wall to give them a chance to earn merit.
That the southern commanders who drank couldn't climb the wall on time.
That taking advantage of the absence of commanders, the southern soldiers gave up fighting and started running away.
And that seeing the mindless Southern Army starting to run away, the Royal Army lost its will to fight.
If not terrible misfortune and coincidence, how can it be explained.
He couldn't shake off the thought that God was directly punishing those who moved targeting the Kingdom's hero, but all of that must be just simple misfortune.
“General! We must retreat immediately!”
“Retreat where giving up the wall?! We must leave the wall immediately and annihilate them!”
“No, are you sane? Annihilate those monsters? Then why are you here? Go up that wall and write a heroic biography?!”
“Everyone be quiet! General! We must move the remaining Knight Order to retake the wall! There is no time!”
“…….”
Watching the shouting commanders, General Ked thought so.
That it was surely just simple terrible misfortune.
He doesn't know why they came here, not Lier, right now at this moment.
There can't be such a terrible coincidence.
Nevertheless, he had no choice but to believe so.
Unless Moner commands Orcs.
Unless all of this is divine punishment towards disloyal ones who moved targeting a family of heroes.
There was no answer but coincidence.
“…….”
“General, there isn't much time!”
“Decide quickly…….”
The General, shaking off his thoughts, looked at the commanders.
‘Retreat would be impossible. Busy running away even fighting with the wall, if we leave the wall, there will be more running away than holding weapons.’
Ultimately, we must defend the wall somehow.
A wall pathetic enough to make one laugh hollowly, but better than nothing.
Ked turned his head and looked at the knights wearing armor.
Guys embarrassing to call knights.
Guys who ran away quickly as soon as Orcs climbed the wall because they weren't wearing armor properly.
‘If they had held out and led the soldiers, we wouldn't have lost the wall so vainly.’
Of course, now that more and more Orcs were climbing the wall, it was a meaningless assumption.
A commander only makes the best choice given anytime.
“From now on, all knights retake the wall.”
Along with giving the order, Ked stood up from his seat.
“General!”
“Quiet. The Kingdom’s soldiers are dying, until when are you telling me to fight in a safe place.”
The Master-level knight surpassing human limits thought while stepping forward holding a sword.
‘Even if it is divine punishment, I cannot give up.’
Please forgive the one who doubted.
* * *
“Kuhuk!”
Janehar let out a sigh close to a scream.
Both mana and body are a mess.
The armor obtained from dead soldiers was already torn here and there, and the sword’s edge had chipped and turned like a saw blade long ago.
Nevertheless, he moved his body steadfastly.
‘Still, soldiers still remain.’
To protect the soldiers trembling in fear.
“Uwaaaack!”
“Save me!”
The moment he ran following the scream and blocked the Orc.
Pujik-
Pain like being burned was felt in his thigh.
“Uh……?”
A soldier’s spear, thrust with eyes tightly closed, pierced his thigh.
“Ha, fuck.”
Should I praise him for thrusting a spear even while terrified enough not to open his eyes, or curse him.
“S, Sorry, I’m sorry. I, I didn’t mean to! There was definitely no one, how!”
Seeing the soldier blabbering anything in surprise, he smirked.
“Still better than other retards who ran away.”
With those words as the last, Orcs surrounding left and right pounced on him.
- Kaduduk!
- Grrrk!
After slashing six Orcs even with his nape and forearm bitten, the knight sitting on the wall muttered.
“One thousand two hundred eighty. Kick.”
Was it about a hundred times insufficient to change this dog-like situation.