Running to the edge of the hill, a stench of blood poured into my nose, forcing to squint in disgust. However, the odor was nothing compared to the grueso sight before .
In the narrow valley, a large-scale war was in progress—but the victors were clear.
On one side were humans dressed in gleaming golden armor. Their army mainly consisted of an infantry unit of about a thousand and a small cavalry unit of a few hundred.
At the backline were five n on horses—two carrying banners depicting a fortress with a shield in front of it. The remaining three wore robes with light armor beneath.
But on the other side were orcs—not the kind we t in Louisiana.
Their skin was blood red, and they seed slightly smaller than the ones I was familiar with. However, what they lacked in size, they made up for in numbers.
Their foot soldiers easily numbered over five thousand—more than the entire human force. Their beast riders were in the thousands, and at the very back were five massive mammoth-like beasts fitted with war drums that the orcs were beating passionately.
Each of these beasts carried a platform built to hold several orcs, all stocked with hundreds of tal javelins.
However, one mammoth-like beast stood out. It was surrounded by a few beast riders, but there were no war drums on it. Instead, a massive throne made of bones was erected atop it, and seated on it was a red orc with black warpaint drawn all over his body.
This was basically a thousand going up against ten thousand—and the humans were outnumbered ten to one, at the very least.
BOOM... BOOM-BOOM... BOOM...
THOOM-THOOM... BOOM-BOOM-BOOM!
DUM-DUM-DAAARUM! DUM-DUM-DAAARUM!
BOOM!... BOOM!... BOOM!...
DUM-THOOM! DUM-THOOM! DUM-THOOM!
BAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMM!!!
The sound was strange and hard to understand, but it seed to have a strong effect on the orcs. The human infantry had ford shield walls with their spears protruding from small cracks in the formation, while their archers released volleys of arrows without rest. Yet orc grunts kept charging forward like crazed monsters, ramming themselves into spears and shields.
They fell in hundreds, their corpses piling up, but it didn’t seem to faze them. Instead, it excited them—as more willingly charged to their deaths.
On the other hand, the human first line of defense never got the chance to swap places with the second line behind them. They were under constant pressure, and it was wearing them out.
’Berserk mode is not sothing random orc grunts can use... If it was, their armies would be unstoppable!’ I couldn’t help but admit.
If every orc could unleash the Berserk Mode skill, three minutes would be enough to win any war. No shield wall would be able to stop them, and even volleys of arrows wouldn’t knock them down.
"My God..." Righteous’s voice ca from my left.
There was a small quiver in his voice, hinting at a fear he was desperately trying to suppress.
BWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
The loud horn drew my attention back to the battlefield.
The battlefield was narrow, allowing the human forces to last this long, but I doubted the shield wall would hold for much longer.
The corpses piled up on the other side of their wall had grown high enough to reach their waist, but the orcs kept laughing and making animal sounds.
This ti they didn’t attack.
Instead, they stepped aside—and four mammoth-like creatures began moving. The first few steps were slow, but they slowly picked up the pace. Their speed increased with each thunderous step they took.
Squashing the corpses in their path like they were stepping on grass, nothing stopped them from gaining speed in their deadly charge.
"THEY HAVE UNLEASHED THE KAHUT! HOLD THE LINE!" soone from the human army scread, his voice shaky.
It was amusing, hearing soone scream "hold the line" in such a fearful tone—but I could also understand the pressure they were under.
But let’s be honest—there was no way those tiny shields would stop those beasts. Unless these humans had sothing else up their sleeves, they were as good as dead.
Whoosh!
My thoughts were interrupted by a strong wind—much stronger than what I experienced on my way here.
KRAK-KOOOOM!
My eyebrows furrowed as I looked toward the sky, only to see dark clouds gathering above the battlefield with lightning crackling from them.
"All of a sudden?" I muttered suspiciously, before scanning through the battlefield again—until my gaze fell on the three humans in robes.
I hadn’t noticed when they moved, but they had assud a triangular formation, and beneath their feet was a massive golden circle filled with writings and letters I couldn’t understand.
"Magic..." Kenza gasped from my right-hand side, pulling my attention to her beautiful face.
She turned to et my questioning gaze with worried eyes.
"There is magic in this world. Things will be a bit more troubleso here," she said, and Frankenstein—who stood beside her—nodded with a rare frown on his face.
The word magic wasn’t new to .
In my past lives, I’d watched a lot of movies and cartoons where magic was displayed. When I was much younger, I had even read a few books on it. But I had never witnessed it in real life.
In fact, from Lord Ravus’s journal, I knew magic existed in his world—but I never got the chance to see it for myself. So, I had little experience with it. But from the look on Kenza and Frankenstein’s experienced faces, I had to believe it was more troubleso than I thought.
Buzz!
Suddenly, a similar golden array appeared over the dark clouds—and with it ca the ticking sound of a clock.
"Zar’keth voraan... rakh zul’RIMMAH!"
"By the tongues of storm-wracked gods—let flesh burn and sky scream!"
"Let the tethered fangs of wrath strike one... then all!"
"ZAL’KHARIN NURAK VEL THUN’DARR!"
All of a sudden, the voice of the robed figure at the forefront bood like lightning, drawing a frown from .
The voice was so loud, it could even be heard from several kiloters farther than where we stood.
’Is this a special effect that cos with magic?’ I couldn’t help but wonder.
Most importantly, he spoke in a strange tongue—mixed with English—but my system didn’t disappoint:
[Translations]
[Zar’keth voraan – I call upon the bound storm]
[Rakh zul’RIMMAH – Rip them apart with thunder]
[Zal’kharin Nurak vel Thun’darr – Unleash the storm that never dies]
"Ooh?" I raised an eyebrow at the cruelty hidden behind his words.
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