“Klkkiiiiiiiieeeheeeehooohyoooohoooo!”
Finally, the howling of the Banshee marked that the Undead Legion has been annihilated. Three out of the eight walls been destroyed and two hundred and thirty thousand Orcs lost their lives.
The Orcs were busy fighting, and forced to take a considerable amount of time.
Weed gave the Orcs time to relax in middle of the battle. These were measures so that the health regeneration and stamina consumption does not exhaust their physical strength.
The Dark Elves were also given time to meditation to conserve mana.
Maintaining the top condition of the Army as much as possible!
Quite a lot of time had passed since the battle and the Orcs and Dark Elves were slowly rejuvenated.
Incompetent commanders would just follow their initial plans and rely only on their allies’ powers. This was an established, simple formula for victory.
With Weed, there was a difference. The Orcs had been through a lot of hardships, considering the chronic fatigue they had. It was a serious matter for his allies to have suitable amounts of comfortable rest.
Weed did not cede to the tension.
‘So far, the battle has not been very difficult.’
If a lesser Commander had been leading the Army, a third of the Orcs would have been slaughtered. It was a battle where anything was possible.
With the dead Orcs, the situation with the Undead was becoming extremely disadvantageous for the battle.
The walls provided great benefit to defense, where if they were not there, the Dark Elves’ magic would not be able to be properly used.
Because of the mummies and their power to burn through the walls of the castle and the Ghosts possessing bodies, they were in middle of the entire conflict.
Nevertheless, Weed would not put a strap to his mind
‘I’ll be damned if this quest was this simple to succeed. To contribute so little and easily get rare items is impossible.’
Users cannot rely on luck in order to gain from such a difficult quest. A user has to suffer in order to enjoy the pleasure of reaping a large income.
The land was too harsh and barren to create classics, masterpieces, or better statues.
Weed hoped the more powerful enemies would appear.
“A death aura, a ying without a yang. Let’s go, chwiit. I’m going to teach them the true meaning of death, the power of those living, the meaning of fear and despair!”
- Skill: You have used Lion’s Roar.
Influences all allies in range of Lion’s Roar with a 200% increase in morale..
Any present state of confusion will be cleared.
An extra 220% increase in Leadership will be applied for five minutes.
His yell was fierce.
Weed stood on the panoramic rocks overlooking the battlefield, his arms held wide, magnifying his roar.
His roar echoed in the mountains and in the valley. The birds perched in the tree tops rained feathers as they billowed up to the sky as one.
“Cheuwaaa! Yawaaa!”
The Orcs followed, pounding their glaives upon the earth until it shook. It had begun with Weed, but soon it evolved into an enormous fury that spread from Orc to Orc.
The Dark Elves too sang a song of their own.
Hosram, Becker, Dale, and Buren, the Soldiers of Rosenheim Kingdom, heard yell and drew their swords from a rear unit.
It was then.
It was calm in the pit again after additional Undead creatures emerged from it.
Great, immense entire bodies of bone knights!
The giant, devious creatures of the Yuroki Mountains!
Paladin’s blessed by the churches of various countries, with worn armor and swords. They fought past Legions of the Undead, even as the Undead revived. Giant monsters roamed the battle field, at the same time that others powerful monsters wandered by themselves.
The Orcs would attack the Undead monsters that morphed in the mountains.
Weed’s experience hunting them told him of their strength.
More than a hundred Orcs should be mobilized in order to hunt a single one of those monsters.
Now, making the uncommon types of Undead die would would be more challenging.
An entire wave of ten thousand ancient Undead Soldiers and five thousand giant monsters!
The proliferation of Undead would not end there.
The witches rode colossal rhinoceroses.
In the past, when Barr Khan had attempted to create a Land of Death on the continent, the Serpa witches were the ones in charge of the Undead legion’s vanguard.
If the witches were skilled in black magic, they would present potions and curses.
Witches numbering a whopping 3000!
It is said the words can become the trigger.
As they waited, Weed appeared and ordered an immediate march.
*RUMBLE!*
The land shook as giant rhinoceroses marched across the mountains.The rhinos crushed the giant trees before them. Too many giant monsters and Undead to count. The true Army of the Undead — the truly elite, the Army of the Lich Shire.