Chapter 107 (1/2)

Chapter 107 – Great Northern War (3)

The roup 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 nu The orcs cli The walls see

Crockta looked down There was the body of a dark elf, staring up hite 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 abdo 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 so He heard it clearly The eyes of the body see 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 ic

Crockta opened his eyes

The bright sunshi+ne shone down unto the world as a voice revolved around the earth and the sky No, it was really the wind

It didn't reatsword

”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 ar at Ehter was just around the corner

It was a virtually i 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 sha 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 co?

He laughed He brandished his greatsword

The world slowed The air vibrated The particles of the world transforre 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 ene towards E for their turn were stabbed He broke the eneh 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 eneradually stopped Maybe they were running out of arrows However, the nu Crockta's presence had increased Crockta sed swords with them

Kwaang!

Kwaang!

Crockta's greatsword split an eneates fell The scenery inside Emeranian and the faces of the dark elves were visible Orcs were rushi+ng 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 beca 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 the of the word he just shouted However, after this as over They would know the

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 rinned

“Are there any complaints?”

Crockta's voice was heard clearly by everyone on the battlefield The orcs turned fro down the castle, Crockta received it Every hair on his body bristled He couldn't stand it and smiled

The orcs in front of hi 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 hiain raised his hands towards them

”Come”

It was like a daht, 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 fro 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 aier, the sury at the ss?

'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 along against such a huge ar hihter the orcs as easily as aiets

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 hihs made it hard for him to stand

However, he endured The dance of a one man army