FVN Chapter 169 : Chapter 169
Chapter 169 : Chapter 169
Chapter 169
“Heu……”
The Tyrant stared wordlessly at the message that appeared before his eyes.
[The Legion is under attack.]
It was a message he had seen tiresomely.
Since the Witch's magic was activated, he had seen it every single day.
It was also true that he let his guard down, thinking they were targeting foolish ones who strayed from the main force again.
[The Legion is under attack.]
[The Legion is under attack.]
[The Legion is under attack.]
Until enemies appeared from all directions.
Truly besieged on all sides .
Normally, he would have ignored it.
What he leads is a clan.
Although he didn't move the entire race for this conquest, he mobilized all Orcs who received the title of ‘warrior’, numbering one hundred thousand.
Maybe if all neighboring countries stepped up, but isn't this a military force impossible to lose even if one wanted to?
‘Haa…….’
It's a force impossible to lose with even if one wanted to.
It is a force raised under the law of survival of the fittest, using forbidden shamanism he couldn't even use in the game.
If this were 『Lost Chronicle』, each one would have been a force capable of easily devouring dozens of a kingdom's elite soldiers.
‘But why on earth!’
[The 4th Legion’s 4th, 6th, and 12th units have been annihilated.]
[Parts of the 4th Legion’s 1st, 3rd, 7th, and 13th units successfully retreated.]
[The 4th Legion has suffered devastating damage.]
[The 3rd Legion has been defeated in battle.]
[The 2nd Legion has suffered devastating damage.]
[Survivors of the 2nd Legion confirmed an ‘Ogre’ in the enemy formation.]
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[The 1st Legion Commander was killed during a mission. A new Legion Commander can be appointed from the information window.]
Are you saying we are being pushed back this one-sidedly?
Grind.
‘With this, it’s certain.’
White Mask .
It was clear he was involved in this war.
No matter how much Reime and Moner fly and crawl, they can't pressure the Orc army like this.
No, even if all the masters of the Reime Kingdom gathered, the 1st Legion Commander couldn't have lost.
Information about Moner's masters isn't abundant, but according to information heard in the forest, they are at best 7-star level.
Since he had never heard rumors of an 8-star master being born in the Reime Kingdom, the Legion Commander shouldn't have been defeated even fighting with both hands tied.
‘What on earth did he do?’
The reason he couldn't move easily was also because he couldn't figure out the opponent's strategy.
‘It’s certain that an Ogre caused damage to the 2nd Legion in the north, but the Ogre formed an alliance with the Reime Kingdom?’
Unless the King of Reime went crazy, there's no way.
No, it's impossible to form an alliance with different species with whom words don't communicate.
Putting aside the question of whether monsters can be trusted, how could they negotiate and strategize with those they can't communicate with?
‘Such a thing is impossible even bringing the continent’s best tamer.’
So the Ogre’s intrusion was likely a coincidence.
After the failure of the Ogre breeding plan, he already knew a small number of Ogres were chasing the Legion.
Probably, those chasing the Legion heard the sound when the battle started and came.
‘Tsk, I left them alone lest the Witch of the Forest makes a move, but to think they would come back this way…….’
Thanks to that, the 2nd Legion suffered damage close to annihilation.
‘Fine, let’s say the Ogre’s intrusion was bad luck. Then the south? What on earth is in the south?’
What was gently irritating him wasn't the rampaging Ogre, but the damage occurring in the south.
‘The 1st Legion Commander and the 4th Legion in the south died simultaneously.’
The 1st Legion Commander was a warrior strong enough for even him to acknowledge.
The fact that such a Legion Commander died itself is surprising, but what's more surprising is that the enemy in the south dealt with the Legion Commander and the 4th Legion simultaneously.
‘If it's that level, at least equal to me.’
No, it's not.
Not just that level.
Boom, boom, bang!
Look at the mana fluctuating in the air and the explosions resonating from all directions as if saying the guerrilla warfare until now was child’s play.
There’s no way a mere human army could possess boldness impossible to show if considering defeat.
‘Unless certain of victory.’
As Tyrant swept his molars with his thick hand, White Mask’s cold voice echoed in his head.
‘In the end, Moner wins.’
Was that damn phrase a prophecy or a warning?
‘Probably…….’
[The 1st Army has been utterly defeated!]
Seeing the message popping up just in time, Tyrant smiled bitterly and recited.
“It must have been a warning.”
* * *
“A waste, such a waste…….”
Watching the fallen Orc, Ian murmured in a sad voice.
“This is all experience points... if the army ate it, they’d be elites, and even a knight would have emerged from the Special Mission Unit…….”
Watching Ian rummage through the dead Legion Commander's corpse without rest while saying that, Jeremy looked at him as if looking at a madman and asked.
“I don’t know much, but since the Special Mission Unit and the Black Noble Troop are fighting on other fronts, isn't it all good?”
“Who said otherwise? Just saying it’s a waste. Even if this guy became the Kingdom’s headache making the King unable to eat, or got caught by Sven and Mogul while crossing the wall, it would be good; if only there was time, really…….”
Does he mean he intended to release the monster into the Kingdom if there was time?
Looking at Ian with narrowed eyes, Jeremy shook his head.
‘No matter how crazy he is, surely not that crazy.’
Intentionally releasing such a monster into the Kingdom, the Young Lord isn't the world’s greatest villain or anything.
“Oh my... if only capturing it alive was possible, I could have gotten some help from the Holy Empire and made it a living punching bag!”
‘...Right?’
Trying to ignore the suspicion shimmering in his chest, Jeremy changed the subject.
“So why are you searching the dead guy's body? Orcs aren't bandits and there's no way they carry money.”
“Just in case there's something even if item drops aren't a thing…….”
Muttering such incomprehensible words, the Young Lord finally collapsed only after stripping the Legion Commander's pants.
“Nothing... absolutely nothing... I caught a named mob but no items…….”
Jeremy looked toward where the doll was and cautiously twirled his finger around his temple.
‘Looks like he went crazy from the Legion Commander's aura……?’
Fortunately, Mr. Doll shook his head as if that couldn't be.
‘No, is it a relief that a sane person is stripping Orc pants?’
It was a question even Jeremy, who strived so hard for truth, found difficult to answer.
* * *
I can feel concern and faint disgust in Jeremy's gaze, but it really can't be helped.
‘Catching two Legion Commanders and gaining nothing!’
At least one would have been experience points for Mogul and Sven, but this side really got nothing.
I thought about at least taking the axe the guy used to give to Mogul, but I had to give up at the doll's words that it was heavy trash.
‘Well, Orcs don’t drop good weapons…….’
Orcs won't be hammering iron, so where would they get weapons?
They would steal and use equipment from other races.
And since they wouldn't maintain the stolen equipment well, even in the game, there were no good items among equipment dropped by Orcs.
‘But I can't give up.’
I split the 1st Legion Commander's chest and carefully took out the fist-sized magic stone located on the left side of the heart.
‘As expected, in the game it drops probabilistically, but here it drops unconditionally.’
Since magic stones are one of the most important resources sustaining this world, a magic stone extracted from a Legion Commander could be sold at a high price, practically name-your-price level.
As I roughly wiped the blood off the magic stone with my clothes and put it in my bag, Jeremy asked.
“Seeing your composure, it seems you have a great plan, so what do we do now?”
Now all Legion Commanders of the Legion have been dealt with.
All that remains is the Tyrant and the elite troops led by him.
‘The problem is this guy was much stronger than I expected…….’
Ian glanced at the doll swinging his sword in the corner.
Jeremy and the doll seemed not to have realized, but Ian, who hadn't taken his eyes off the battle for a single moment, knew.
That traces of battle remained all over the doll.
In 『Lost Chronicle』, the Sword Demon is invincible.
Precisely, close to invincible.
Because all attacks of the Sword Demon are counterattacks using ‘Parrying’ or ‘Cancel’, and both ‘Parrying’ and ‘Cancel’ have invincibility frames attached.
‘And traces remained on the body of such a Sword Demon?’
Though they were traces so faint they couldn't be seen without enhancing vision with mana, ultimately it is a body made of wood.
Traces remaining on the smooth surface meant damage went through.
‘I don’t know if the laws of this world are different or if the Legion Commander was strong enough to ignore invincibility frames, but now that it's confirmed the Sword Demon isn't just unconditionally invincible, I must be careful.’
No matter what anyone says, the core of this plan is the Sword Demon.
The overall plan was for the remaining forces to push back the Orc army while the Sword Demon battles the Tyrant.
After pondering for a moment, Ian asked the doll.
“Can you perhaps fight more?”
- Protection, mission, possible.
Despite stabbing the Legion Commander while leaving Jeremy abandoned, the doll shamelessly answered it was possible if it was for the mission.
“Of course it’s for the mission. Isn't it possible Jeremy might dig into the center of the enemy forces?”
“…Pardon? Me?”
At the alarming conversation, Jeremy hurriedly intervened.
- Human, wizard, weak.
“Ahahaha! Brother? Right? A weak wizard should return now…….”
Chanting four spells simultaneously with the conviction to return this time for sure, but Ian, grabbing Jeremy’s nape a beat faster, smiled benevolently and said.
“That’s right. I'm telling you, I'm worried because wizards have low stamina? They always collapse easily even before using magic.”
“Mmph! Mmmph!”
Jeremy wanted to ask if putting a wizard on the battlefield wasn't wrong in the first place, but couldn't open his mouth because Ian was blocking it with one hand, even using mana.
Seeing Jeremy mmp-ing with veins popping out, Ian smiled broadly and said.
“Ah, Mr. Doll, Jeremy says let’s check the situation on the other side first.”
Watching the doll nod readily, Jeremy, trembling with a sense of betrayal, thought.
I've treated him like an older brother all this time, but that bastard is clearly the same kind.
* * *
“Prince! More enemies are swarming in!”
At the adjutant’s report, Trimia shouted.
“Moner forces, move to the designated position!”
At the Prince's order, flags fluttered, the Moner forces slowly retreated, and the Prince’s forces protected such Moner forces.
- Grrrk!
- Krararak!
When the Orcs, spirited by the fact that the enemy was running away, began to storm fiercely towards the Moner forces.
Trimia shouted.
“Activate the magic stones!”
Rumble!
With Trimia’s shout, the ground seemed to shake as if an earthquake occurred, and then a giant hole appeared where the Orcs were rushing.
- Trap, it’s a trap!
- Stop! Stop!
Some Orcs noticing the trap tried to stop, but there was no way to stop the large-scale charge that had already begun.
- Kuaaak!
- Kuaaaak!
- Human! Kill!
The strategy of Trimia and the Moner forces, the weakest of the four sides, was simple.
Using all the ‘Dig’ magic stones prepared by the Royal Army to create a pit.
Although using hundreds of magic stones only created a shallow pit of about 2 meters, that was enough.
The appearance of a pit meant the appearance of a ‘wall’ familiar to the Moner forces.
The Prince's forces and Moner forces, who had been passive since the battle began, shouted simultaneously as if they had been waiting.
“Success!”
“Roll the logs and stones!”
“Kill them before they climb up!”
Although it was merely an improvised earthen wall that even Goblins could jump over, the Moner forces were elites among elites in siege warfare.
“Not a single one shall pass!”
Excited by the familiar battle, the eyes of the Moner forces shone with fighting spirit.