Chapter 6, Reminiscing about the Time of Slaughter (I)

Asa did not call out; only he could see clearly that the ogre had fallen on its own.

The head of a priest immediately burst open like an egg, with blood and brain matter splattering everywhere. The soldier behind him fell to the ground without a sound, as a fountain of blood gushed out from the fist-sized hole in his chest.

This is a very standard human pronunciation, relaxed and casual, like a note of agreement expressed while sipping tea under the sun and listening to a friend's casual chatter

As soon as Asa saw those orcs, he began to think about how to escape. He was acutely aware of the situation; since these orcs were calm enough to stealthily approach the mountain and guard the entrance, they undoubtedly had the confidence to slaughter all of the more than one hundred of them. Moreover, he understood what a fully armored ogre wielding such heavy weaponry signified. Generally speaking, a single ordinary ogre would be enough to handle around twenty well-armed soldiers. Furthermore, he was even more aware of what a fully armored ogre wielding such heavy weaponry meant. Typically, just one ordinary ogre could suffice to deal with about twenty fully equipped soldiers.

Under the bright moonlight, everything is clearly visible. At the intersection outside the camp, several figures of varying heights stand quietly, and the soft moonlight cannot mitigate the ominous aura emanating from the weapons in their hands

Asa single-handedly faced an attack from a lizardman. He charged forward against the blade, realizing that the long weapon had too wide a range for evasion; it was better to attack. The strength of the lizardman was only slightly superior to that of a human

Certainly, as long as one stands at this intersection, no one will be able to escape either

In the fleeting moment when the two crossed paths, Sanders evaded the hammer strike with astonishing agility, leaping onto the ogre's shoulder and thrusting his sword towards the gap between the eyes in the helmet. At the same time, the ogre fell backward, propelled by its own momentum, swinging its other hand with a small hammer. Sanders used his steel shield in his left hand to block the blow, propelling himself backward, but the tip of the sword was just a fraction away from piercing the ogre's eyes.

Sanders' complexion was whiter than white paper under the moonlight. He had never anticipated that the situation would be this dire

Shadows intertwined, as if the mountain itself emitted a tremendous roar and tremor. The ogre's blow, powerful enough to crush ten bulls, struck only the ground. The encounter between Sanders and the ogre was so swift that the soldiers could hardly discern what had transpired. Following a sound of metal clashing, the ogre fell backward with a thud, while Sanders soared high into the air, executing a graceful backflip before landing steadily back in formation. With a flourish of his longsword and incantations on his lips, the sword gradually emitted a blue-white glow, majestic as if a warrior had stepped out of an epic myth. After the sound of metal clashing, the ogre fell backward with a thud, while Sanders soared high into the air, executing a graceful backflip before landing steadily back in formation. With a flourish of his longsword and incantations on his lips, the sword gradually emitted a blue-white glow, majestic as if a warrior had stepped out of an epic myth. Hundreds of soldiers awakened from their terror, collectively erupting in a deafening cheer.

Sanders plunged the sword into the ground, gripping his twisted fingers with his right hand, methodically straightening them one by one, as a glow of restorative magic emanated from his hands. A crackling sound resonated between his fingers, and beads of cold sweat emerged at his temples, yet his expression remained utterly unchanged, his piercing gaze fixed coldly on the ogre that was rising before him

The morale of the troops has already diminished; he intends to confront the ogre single-handedly to restore their spirit

The tallest among them is a giant ogre. Even among its kind, this creature is exceptionally large, standing at least twice the height of an average person and five times as robust. Its entire body is encased in specially crafted iron armor, and it wields a large and a small wolf-toothed hammer, each proportionate to its massive frame. The moonlight reflects off its armor and weapons, creating a sharp, cold gleam.

Sanders suddenly surged towards the ogre, knowing he had to eliminate this most lethal behemoth as quickly as possible, at least before the two half-orcs reloaded their crossbows.

The cliff is very high; even though the Donau River lies below, that height is sufficient to turn a person into a pulp upon crashing against the rocks at the bottom. However, Asa knows that there is a tree in the middle of the cliff behind him, and he has even tried watering its branches with his urine while urinating. He is well aware of the tree's position on the cliff and the thickness of its branches, which are enough to reduce the impact of a fall to a safe level

Bathed in the moonlight, Asa saw that several fingers of Sanders' left hand, which had just been holding the shield, had completely deformed, making it impossible to discern that they had once been fingers

The various orc races never interact with one another. These primitive and uncivilized sub-humans even outright refuse to engage with any other civilization, simply clinging to their unique ways of life and beliefs that have been passed down through generations. Each tribe quietly awaits the day when the iron hooves of human armies will flatten them to the ground

Next to another priest stood an experienced warrior, who timely raised his wooden shield to protect the priest. As a result, his shattered hand, along with fragments of the wooden shield, was embedded in the priest's face by the spiked iron ball. The warrior let out a wail and fell alongside the priest in a strange posture.

The figure of the orc in the middle, draped in a cloak, suddenly moved, seemingly nodding slightly and softly uttering an "mm" sound

Asa returned to m.hetushu.com, brandishing his sword, his fighting spirit surged, and a sense of heroism arose within him as he shouted: "Come over with two people. Those who can win."

Here is the summit of a desolate mountain, surrounded by cliffs. Sanders chose to camp here because of the excellent visibility and the ease of defense. Even if the orcs wish to launch a night raid, it can be effectively defended. There is only a single entrance, and by guarding it well, no orc can ascend.

Orcs do not understand smelting and forging. Whether it is the production of tools or weapons, most of them are simple stone implements. Therefore, even though their physical strength and combat ability far surpass that of humans, they are still no match for well-equipped armies

Upon seeing the ogre charging towards him, he was about to turn and flee when he suddenly noticed a figure beside him flash out. It was Sanders, brandishing a sword and holding a shield, charging headlong towards the ogre alone.

The soldiers at the front were as fragile as straw under the long knives of the lizardmen, with four or five falling to a single strike. The lizardmen, in a crouched attacking posture, struck at the abdomen; with a sweep of one long blade, blood and entrails gushed forth from several individuals. Following them, the werewolves sent at least two soldiers flying with each attack, their bodies shattered by the massive meteor hammers.

Looking at Sanders' calm face, which resembled a sculpture, a surge of fiery fighting spirit rapidly spread from somewhere within Asa's body. He tightened his grip on the knife in his hand. Suddenly, he no longer wanted to escape

With a clang, Sanders dropped his small steel shield from his left hand. The shield, forged from high-quality steel and an inch thick, had completely deformed; even the curved surface designed specifically to withstand heavy weapons like hammers and axes was rendered ineffective under such force and weaponry

The common knowledge that exists in books has been utterly shattered by the facts before us, and it will be a shattering filled with a strong scent of blood. This well-armed mixed force of orcs before us is certainly not here merely to let them observe.

A distance of several dozen meters seemed merely within reach under the astonishing explosive power of the lizardmen. Almost as soon as the soldiers began to notice the movements of the orcs, three lizardmen had already charged right in front of them

The only response to him was the frantic cries of those competing to be first

The figure beneath the cloak spoke a few words, and immediately all the beasts, except for the two half-orcs, charged towards the crowd. One of the werewolves then confronted Sanders, who was rushing towards the ogre

As the weapon lengthens, its weight increases, making the trajectory of its swing quite apparent. Asa's first strike is aimed near the hilt, where the opponent finds it difficult to exert force, resulting in sparks flying. The second strike, risking mutual injury, forces the lizardman to retreat and block with his own weapon. By the time of the fourth strike, the lizardman is compelled to abandon his large sword and draw a small axe from his waist to defend himself, simultaneously leaping backward in haste

Beside them are two werewolves. To avoid hindering their remarkable agility and speed, they are clad only in a set of hardened leather armor that protects vital areas. The morning stars they wield, while not as enormous and terrifying as the weapons held by ogres, are still sufficient to crush any armor. There are also three lizardmen, wearing armor similar to that of the werewolves, each wielding a sword that is as long as a person. At the far ends, two half-orcs each carry an oversized crossbow. There are also three lizardmen, wearing armor similar to that of the werewolves, each wielding a sword that is as long as a person. At the far ends, two half-orcs each carry an oversized crossbow

Asa closely followed Captain Sanders out of the camp. Although Sanders was clad in full steel armor, he moved even faster than Asa, who was lightly equipped. The other soldiers, awakened by the whistle, hurriedly grabbed their weapons and ran after them.

And - in the picture - Sanders removed the armor from his body. The armor was of no significance; only agility and speed were the sole means to victory. Gripping the longsword, which had been infused with the spirit blade, he was confident that he could pierce through without needing to target the weak points of the armor, as long as he found the right opportunity. He turned back and shouted: "Bless me." Two priests, caught in the crowd, began to chant incantations, and a faint white light resonated and emerged around them and Sanders.

Amidst this group of fierce orcs, there stands a figure that appears relatively frail and insignificant, lacking both armor and weapons, merely draped in a cloak that conceals its race and features

The ogre beside seemed to have had some valve within its body activated by this gentle voice, much like a ferocious beast that had been restrained by a collar around its neck, which was now suddenly released with a light touch. It immediately let out a deafening roar and charged towards the crowd. Its massive frame and heavy armor caused the ground to tremble slightly with each step, exuding an overwhelming force that threatened to crush all life in its path, instilling fear in the faces of all the soldiers.

More than a month ago, he received an order from the commander of the Paladin Order to secretly lead a team of soldiers to the western wasteland to investigate the unusual movements of the orc tribes. For over a decade, the western forces had been relentlessly exterminating orcs of various races, and nearly all the orc tribes in the western wasteland had been driven to near extinction. Therefore, although his superiors specifically instructed him to proceed with caution, he merely assumed that they would encounter some sporadic attacks.

Two half-orcs suddenly leaped onto the shoulders of the nearby werewolf and fired their crossbows at the two priests, who were clearly marked as targets