Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 159
at the tombs of our ancestors (1)
soon ended.
As soon as one of the Sanctuary Guardians was captured, the Warchief immediately attacked the Sanctuary Guardians and forced them to retreat.
Did they think that the usefulness of the surprise attack had already expired and that continuing the battle was a war of attrition without much benefit?
Or, he may have thought that if Dallen and Felber started to intervene in the fight in earnest, he would have to repay the gains he had made so far.
“Today, seven chieftains left us.”
Nevertheless, the damage to the High Orcs was severe.
The High Orcs nestled in the Tooth Mountains of the world are twenty-three tribes in total.
A third of them lost their chief, the strongest warrior and leader of each tribe, overnight.
“We will remember the names.”
Tarum declared this as he collected the corpses of the chieftains and other warriors.
Dallen let out a silent sigh as he looked at Tarum’s slightly trembling eyes.
‘It was definitely not an easy fight.’
The number of sanctuary guardians who attacked the Chieftains’ Council was about thirty in total.
A collection of spells, each made from the corpses of warriors in the 5th tier or close to the 5th tier.
Although he could not use the power of the realm, he was a sanctuary guardian who not only had the strength and skills he had when he was alive, but also had the added advantage of being an undead.
Beings who do not feel any pain and do not die until the magic core is destroyed.
No matter how strong the chieftains were in their territory, it was difficult to do well against such a monster when they were outnumbered.
Additionally, the fact that it was a surprise attack also served as a big penalty. No matter how crazy a tribe was about fighting, no one expected or prepared for a sword fight at the chieftains’ meeting.
“Thank you Dallen. Thanks to this, the damage to the village was not significant.”
Tarum came over after the funeral and expressed his gratitude by holding out a hand bigger than a pot lid.
“Collapsed stone houses can be built up, and burned fields can be replanted. Chieftain Chinggu died while performing his duty in battle, but few of our village’s High Orcs died. “It’s all thanks to you and your friends.”
“There is nothing to be thankful for. It’s about helping friends. “Didn’t you get some food?”
“…As expected, you are a smart warrior. “It’s a good Ingan.”
“Don’t cry. “If you are moved by something like this and cry, you are not a warrior.”
“I didn’t cry! “It’s because something got into my eyeball!”
Tarum shouted with tears in his eyes. Dallen smiled lowly and held his hand.
As Tarum said, the damage to the village was not significant. Although a few warriors were killed, most of the damage was limited to property.
The enemies concentrated most of their power on the chieftains, and the party’s military power was not enough to stop a few of the sanctuary’s guardians.
The group, including Felber and Lucia, were still working brilliantly to control the damage and restore damaged parts of the village.
“Elle- Myarin.”
“awesome! “The stone moves alone!”
“I closed my eyes and when I opened them, a stone house was built! The old wizard is smart! The same goes for the young wizard Chinggu!”
Basically, it is natural that Felber and Tommy, who are earth magicians, are unrivaled in civil engineering work.
“I feel strength rising from my whole body!”
“Woah! “It feels like I’m flying!”
In addition, Lucia was also raising the condition of the High Orcs through battle prayers and making the difficult work site easier.
“Thanks to this, it seems like all the major damage will be repaired in one night. So now…only the most difficult task remains.”
Tarum took a deep breath and began to walk up the hill leading to the cliff.
Dallen walked behind him in silence.
The sanctuary guardian captured by Arbor’s chains.
It was time to go interrogate the prisoner who had tied up part of the chieftain’s ritual.
***
[They gather guests and make them wait for a long time.]
Tarum’s stone mansion on a cliff was destroyed, almost like a ruin.
The sanctuary guardian, bound in blue chains, was surrounded by the surviving chieftains.
Crackling.
Eyes brightly shining with life. An eerie sound of molars grinding escapes from a tightly closed mouth.
Even as he received that unfiltered anger with his whole body, the warchief who projected his consciousness onto the guardian did not even blink an eye.
[There is no chair to sit on, let alone alcohol on Thursday. Did I teach you that?]
“Stop talking nonsense, Warchief.”
thud.
A High Orc with tattoos all over his body appeared after trampling on a pile of collapsed stones. It was Chief Tarum, the owner of the shattered mansion.
“Today you are not a guest, but a prisoner. “You will have to give us a good answer as to why you did this.”
[This kind of thing…I don’t know what you’re talking about. Didn’t the War Chief have the authority to punish chiefs who were plotting treason?]
“Treason. It’s just too far-fetched. Then why was the devil brought into the sanctuary?”
[Why do you think I am in cahoots with the devil?]
The dark-colored High Orc let out a wry smile and nodded in the direction where Dallon was standing.
[Did that northern barbarian say that? I joined hands with the devil?]
“That’s right.”
[I’m so speechless. Have you ever heard of a high orc warchief joining forces with the devil? Rather, I’d like to ask this. Who is this race that has been in collusion with the demons of Xun for generations? Aren’t they barbarians beyond the Frost Highlands who were waiting for their god who would never return?]
At the warchief’s words, several chieftains turned their gaze in this direction. Dallen just stared at the guardian with a motionless expression.
‘…Something is strange.’
I felt that way from the first time we met.
Although he clearly had the memories of the warchief, it somehow felt different from the warchief he knew.
I thought it was just a matter of how I felt, as all we did was choose options and talk through a monitor instead of face to face.
‘…Why does this bastard speak so shamelessly?’
Now I can finally understand the identity of that tickling feeling of discomfort.
Not only did he have strong beliefs as he rose to the position of warchief, but he was also a very simple and ignorant bastard.
[The chains that bind me are also the power of Calchas, a servant of Enaxagus. He must have borrowed the power of Calchas from that cake-shaped devil. Isn’t he a devil worshiper from the North?]
[What a piece of cake…!]
Arbor, who was maintaining the strength of the chain in a corner of the collapsed mansion, became angry. The warchief grinned as if to say something.
As the devil fell, the eyes of the chieftains turned to Dallen one by one. The small murmur would mean that they were a little agitated by the warchief’s words.
Dallen shrugged his shoulders and responded.
“Is there any problem with you being my slave?”
[Hahaha! Slave! People like humans enslave demons? A goblin passing by would laugh!]
The warchief, who was laughing like crazy, stopped laughing at some point.
The guy spoke in a serious voice, lightly wrinkled his forehead with holes in it.
[I will hold another chieftain meeting with the position of warchief at stake. All the chieftains present here must attend.]
A commotion breaks out once again. It was a bigger commotion than before.
There is a conflict between the anger towards the warchief who launched a surprise attack and killed the chieftains, and the authority that the warchief has held for well over a thousand years.
At that time, Tarum, who had been sitting silently for a while, stood up. The warchief turned his head.
[Do you have anything to say, Chief Tarum?]
“Yes.”
[good night. Just keep in mind. You are my successor. Try to think about the weight your words will have as a candidate for the next Chief. I believe you have learned my teachings well.]
“I know, Warchief. “Your teachings have always guided me.”
Tarum nodded and trudged on. The huge double-edged ax hanging behind his back rattled and shook as he walked.
“And I remember the most important lesson.”
[…What is it?]
“If there is a problem, it should be corrected. “If you get hit, it will be fixed.”
Rattling.
A tattooed figure over 3 meters tall stopped in front of a black orc. The corners of the black orc’s mouth twitched slightly.
Nervous. Embarrassment. A little anxious.
If it weren’t for the empty shell of the corpse, a ray of cold sweat would have added. However, the warchief suppressed his trembling and calmly opened his mouth.
[I don’t know what the problem is. It is true that you understood my teaching well…]
“You are too good at talking. “Just like demons.”
Huung –
An ax pulled out with a rough hand motion.
A chunk of iron weighing well over several dozen kilograms violently splits the air.
“Warchief, if you can still hear, hold on just a little longer! “I don’t know what the devil did to you, but I will definitely fix it!”
Tarum’s black eyes flashed purple for a moment.
Kwazizig—!
The chained body of the sanctuary guardian was split exactly in half.
Clink.
The magic core broke in half and fell. A black body that loses power and slowly falls apart.
Chief Tarum let out a deep, steamy sigh toward the sky, slammed his ax into the ground, and opened his mouth.
“As the successor to the warchief, I give this order.”
A low voice echoes through the ruins of the mansion.
“tomorrow. “We attack the sanctuary.”
***
The expedition was quickly prepared.
The day after sending the chieftains back to each village, the High Orc army gathered at the promised valley at sunset.
“The tribes that lost their chiefs due to this incident were excluded from the expedition. “Now that we have lost our best warrior, we will have to develop the strength to protect ourselves for a while.”
“Good job.”
“It’s so disappointing! “Because I couldn’t show the full power of the High Orcs to a smart warrior like you!”
Tarum narrowed his eyebrows as if he was indignant. Dallen didn’t answer right away, but turned his head and glanced down at the valley.
“rice! hunt! rice! hunt!”
“fight! fight! But where are we going?”
“Go to the sanctuary! They say the warchief has betrayed you!”
“betrayal? “What is betrayal!”
“I mean, I stabbed you in the back!”
Green waves with white patterns dotting the valley.
The high orcs’ gentle cries echo between the two cliffs of the valley.
“…just seeing it now is amazing enough. “I don’t think I need to show you more.”
“is it? thank god! “I believed that if you were smart, you would understand!”
Tarum was delighted with the brief exclamation and was overjoyed. Of course, these words were not just for comfort.
Although seven tribes were excluded from the expedition, the group of High Orcs gathered in the valley still had the power to destroy a small kingdom.
The large army numbered a total of 1,600, with 100 men from each village.
If all the tribes had gathered, would it have been possible to accommodate them in the valley?
“That’s amazing. “It’s hard to believe that such a large number of troops could be gathered in just one day without even a separate procedure for requisitioning and consolidating command authority.”
Lucia was also looking down the valley with admiring eyes. Since she had been in the Holy Knights for a long time, it was natural that the sight before her was more impressive.
Even for the Holy Knights who operate under one set of beliefs and rules, commanding a unit that starts to number over a thousand units is not an easy task.
Needless to say, the difficulty of recruiting troops from villages scattered across the mountains and concentrating them in one place overnight was indescribable.
“By the way, how do you supply it?”
Lucia suddenly tilted her head.
High Orcs are a race that is as crazy about food as it is about fighting.
Supply issues are one of the most important tasks for general military operation, but for those who were obsessed with food, the weight of that burden would obviously be even greater.
“I heard that you are expected to reach the sanctuary within three days. “We’re running out of time to build a supply line, and I don’t see anyone packing food separately… Is there something else we can do?”
The eyebrows narrow slightly and the blue eyes sparkle, expressing interest.
That may be because she is not only a powerful warrior, but also has the qualities of a great commander.
In fact, in many episodes, Lucia led the remaining forces of the Holy Knights to fight against the apocalypse until the very end.
Tarum’s expression became serious at her question and he opened his mouth uncharacteristically cautiously.
“…What is supply?”
“yes?”
“I’m not good at saying difficult things.”
“No, if you’re going to fight, you have to at least have something to eat.”
“Oh, you mean rice! There is plenty of rice available! Didn’t we meet a lot when we came to our village? “There are endless piles of food in these mountains, especially Mojiri Orcs!”
Heir to the warchief who shouts proudly. A look of bewilderment appeared on Lucia’s face.
“If it’s that Mojiri Orc….”
“That’s right! Orcs without tattoos! Mojiri are not our people! The meat is a bit tough, but it’s okay! The goblins will cook it well!”
“…….”
On this day, Lucia was able to realize.
Why is it that this race, which is so powerful that each warrior is more than ten men, has not even thought of expanding its power beyond the mountain range for over a thousand years?
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