nChapter 80 – Willful Negligence (2)

nOrcheim and Dejame were being attacked at the same time.

nThe warriors of the Great Clan, as well as those integrated from the lower tribes, ran in the Luklan Mountains. The momentum of their march as they carried hammers and axes was really fierce! But their breakthrough was interrupted by an orc running out of Orcheim.

n“Aaaagh!”

nOne of the orcs tried to attack, but his body was cut in half.

nThe opponent kicked his head as the orc’s lower body twitched on the ground. His head had been cut off. Wearing a red headband, full body tattoos, and a greatsword, the enemy was a strange orc warrior.

nIt was Crockta. Now every one of his gestures was deadly.

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nStatus Window

n‘One who Reached the North’ Crockta, Orc Warrior.

nLevel: 57

nAchievement Points: 245400

nAssimilation: 85%

nAbilities:

nPeerless Mountain Seizing Strength (Pinnacle)

nRegeneration Authority (Pinnacle)

nLeyteno’s Heart Swordsmanship (Pinnacle)

nExtreme Fighting Spirit (Pinnacle)

nHeart and Soul Penetration (Pinnacle)

nTattoos of War, Honour and Fighting Spirit (Pinnacle)

nArmy Crushing Roar of Madness (Pinnacle)

nCreatures Butcher (Essence)

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nAll of his already existing skills had reached the Pinnacle rating. After defeating the behemoth and opening the north, the system had rewarded him by raising all his Essence skills. He also got a new skill called ‘Creatures Butcher’.

nThis gave Crockta a new perspective when fighting. The ranks of Essence and Pinnacle wasn’t just a one-stage upgrade difference. It was a bigger growth than all the previous upgrades.

n“Feel free to come.”

nCrockta was confident that he wouldn’t lose to anyone here. He avoided a flying axe and cut down the enemy. He had completely grasped all the movements of the enemy and used acrobatics to avoid the enemy’s attacks as he cut one neck after another. Heads flew through the air.

nSomeone shouted, “Who are you?”

nCrockta just laughed. He was happy to oblige if they wanted to hear it.

nCrockta wielded his greatsword and shouted, “My name!”

nThe Pinnacle ranked skill, Army Crushing Roar of Madness!

n“Crocktaaaaaaaa──────!”

nThe earth shook like there was a bombardment. The blood of the enemies flowed. Crockta shot forward like a lightning bolt after his battle shout.

n“Crocktaaaaaaaaaaaaa──────!”

nHe cried out his name as he smashed the head of another orc. The skull fragments and blood flew into the air. The orcs that had been advancing towards Orcheim froze on the spot.

nThey instinctively realized. The orc standing in front of them. He was a powerhouse who could decide victory or defeat in this battle on his own.

nA one-man army.

n“He is like the great chieftain…”, muttered the commanding orc.

nThen he shook his head. It couldn’t be. There was only one great chieftain. In order to shake off the ominous thought, he shouted at the warriors following him, “I am Akbahal, a warrior who has received the title from the great chieftain!”

nThen he lifted his axe.

n“Follow me! Kill that cheeky orc! For the great chieftain!”

nThe morale of the warriors rose as they lifted their weapons.

n“Kuweeeh!”

n“Great chieftain!”

n“To the Great Clan!”

nThe orcs ran towards Crockta. Their spears and swords aimed at Crockta. The crossbows of the gnomes in the rear also aimed to turn the orc into a beehive. Crockta swung his greatsword and blocked them all at once.

n“Die!”

nHis defense broke and Akbahal and the orcs aimed at Crockta. Dozens of weapons were locked on Crockta.

nKakang!

nThe greatsword blocked it. The fight between the orcs and Crockta continued. The orcs’ eyes widened as they felt themselves being pushed back, despite the numerical advantage. Whenever Crockta took a step, they had to step back.

nPeerless Mountain Seizing Strength! Crockta swung his weapon with great strength. He aimed for all the orcs at once. The bizarre giant greatsword, Ogre Slayer fell over their heads.

nPuok!

nPuok!

nFlesh and bone fragments flew in the air. The warrior Akbahal hastily threw himself back. It was ridiculous. Akbahal clenched his teeth and rose to his feet. The orc called Crockta was walking towards him. His eyes saw the weapon and his vision dimmed.

nAkbahal’s head flew in the air.

n“Oh my god!”

nA terrifying monster that killed Akbahal with one blow! The morale of the soldiers plummeted after Akbahal’s death. Every time Crockta moved, another orc soldier died. The orcs kept falling back.

nSuddenly, Crockta stopped moving forward. The clan warriors sighed with relief and used the chance to catch their breaths.

nCrockta laughed. The battle wasn’t over because he stopped. Behind Crockta, the warriors of Orcheim ran out. Their morale had risen to the sky after witnessing Crockta’s force.

n“Waahhhh──────!”

nThe battle cries of Orcheim’s warriors rang through the Luklan Mountains. Crockta watched as they broke through the helpless Great Clan warriors.

nOrcheim was completed. Next was Dejame.

nCrockta started running. His physical abilities far exceeded his previous left after gaining Peerless Mountain Seizing Strength and Regeneration Authority. His muscles were filled with a tremendous strength, and it felt like he was flying. His stamina wasn’t exhausted.

nIn an instant, he reached a ridge. The dark elf village Dejame was below him. Numerous orcs surrounded the village. There was a battle between the invading orcs and the dark elves trying to stop them.

nArrows rained down on the invaders but the defenses were gradually being shaken by the orcs’ offensive.

nCrockta took a deep breath. Air was condensed inside his body. Crockta gave strength to his abdomen. His diaphragm became as hard as steel. His roar rattled the Luklan Mountains.

n“Bul’tarrrrrrrrrr──────!”

nHis roar halted the orcs and dark elves. The battlefield fell into a moment of panic. Crockta smiled and leaned towards Dejame. His thighs swelled like they were going to burst. His body soon burst out.

nEvery time he pushed against the ground, the landscape passed by in a flash.

nIt was a tree. It was a rock. Tree. Rock. Tree. Tree. Tree.

nAnd the enemy. Ogre Slayer split the enemy’s flesh asunder, causing a fountain of blood to erupt with every flash of its blade.

n“Uhweeeh!”

n“W-What is going on?” The orcs still didn’t understand the situation as they yelled. Crockta was kind enough to explain it to them.

n“I am the warrior Crockta! You who have invaded the Luklan Mountains!’

nTwo orcs blocked his way. Ogre Slayer slaughtered the two orcs because they could use their weapons. Limbs flew into the air.

n“All of you will die!”

nDejame was surprised by the sudden emergence of an orc warrior. The commander of Dejame grasped the situation and ordered his soldiers to shoot.

n“I’m the reinforcements from Orcheim, so don’t shoot!”

nThe dark elves couldn’t believe their eyes. “There’s only one person for reinforcement?”

n“No matter how the orcs…!”

nBut the situation was reversed due to one orc crushing the enemies. The orcs surrounding Dejame started to slowly thin out as if they were swallowed by a beast. Dejame’s commander, Janaru watched from the highest spot and gulped.

n“It is a sight that is hard to believe…”

nThe orcs who climbed the barrier and the ones who resisted were all killed by the greatsword. Everywhere he passed, a terrible fountain of blood would spurt out.

nAfter Crockta joined the fight, the dark elves regained their numerical advantage. Now the dark elf warriors rushed out of the barriers to wipe out the rest. They used rapiers and arrows to remove the orcs.

n“Hoo. Hoo.”

nCrockta took deep breaths. There were dead bodies all around him.

nHe looked up at the sky. Memories of the wars he experienced were superimposed over it. He had been tired of the cruel battlefield, but now he was once again standing over it.

n“If you don’t kill, you will die.”

nThere was the corpse of a dark elf at his feet. The eyes were blank as he was already dead. Crockta closed the elf’s eyes. He always asked himself the same question. Still, there was no answer.

n‘Is this the right thing?’

nHe didn’t know.

n‘Is it fair?’

nHe didn’t know.

nHowever, he could only do what he believed.

n“I-I, I received the title of warrior from the great chieftain.”

n“Is that right?”

n“If you kill me, you will surely be slain by the Great Clan and its chief. If you let me go then I will…”

nCrockta raised his head. He saw an orc looking at him. The hand in his armor was shaking. His eyes were distorted by fear. Crockta started laughing. It was a pitiful sight for an orc warrior to be begging for his life, instead of maintaining the pride of the great chieftain.

n“You will surely become the target of the great chieftain if you kill me.”

n“I see.”

n“That’s right. So…”

nOgre Slayer cut off his words. The head of the last Great Clan warrior flew in the air.

n“Then it can’t be helped.”

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nAnother victim was thrown into the Colosseum. There were five orcs, four dark elves, and two humans. One gnome. The majority of them were carrying weapons, but there was no fighting spirit in their eyes.

nHe looked up. His men were pushing down several more orcs and dark elves. They rolled on the dirt ground before rising to their feet.

nBut their eyes were still frightened. They grabbed their weapons and slowly moved backward. Was it still insufficient?

nHe threw away his axe. Now he was bare-handed.

n“Win your freedom.”

nThere was hope in a few eyes. He laughed. His prey found a ray of hope and raised their weapons towards him. It made no difference if he tore them apart with his bare hands or with a weapon. The prey exchanged glances with each other. They arranged themselves in a battle formation. The orcs were in front, the dark elves in the rare and the humans and gnome between them.

nHow pitiful. Such things were useless in the face of an overwhelming power difference.

nThen the prey rushed at him.

n“Waaaah!”

n“Kuaaaak!”

nThe orcs gave a battle cry.

nHe smiled and stomped his foot. The earth shook from the tremendous power. The orcs stopped like their feet were tangled together.

nHe roared. “Kiyaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!”

nIt was a terrible scream, a roar that seemed to tear at the ears and souls of those who heard it. Within a short time, he was moving forward. The difference in weight became clearer. The orcs looked up at him blankly.

nHe looked down at them and laughed. Then he swung his fists. They tried to resist, but his fists smashed their weapons and crushed their skulls. Bits of brain and red blood were scattered on the ground of the Colosseum. He stepped on the dead bodies and moved forward.

nNow the prey were fearful again. Their eyes were panic stricken. It was a desperate reminded that their lives were no longer theirs. It was a mix of helplessness and violence.

nIt was his favorite sight.

nThe dark elves fired their arrows. He waved his arm with annoyance and the arrows fell after hitting his forearms.

nHe grabbed the head of an orc in the front and lifted him up. The orc desperately swung the axe but it got stuck on his hard skin. He gave strength to his hands. The orc turned red then blue as blood gradually rose.

nThe orc’s skull exploded.

n“Boring,” he muttered.

nNow there was only fear in the prey’s eyes. They chose complete despair over helplessness and violence. Their willpower disappeared.

nHe charged. The prey thrashed in horror. Neither arrows or axes harmed him. He crushed the orcs in turn. Tearing off their limbs and piercing their bellies. He grinned at those who were waiting for their turn.

nWithin 20 minutes, all the people close to him had been turned into gory corpses. It was a cruel image where internal organs and limbs were mixed together, making it impossible to know which part belonged to who.

nAt that moment, his subordinate approached. “Did you have enough fun?”

n“It is insufficient.”

nHe had an overwhelming body that was twice the size of regular orcs. He was the great chieftain, leader of the Great Clan who ruled over the northern orcs, Calmahart.

n“The war has yet to come.” His subordinate returned the axe to him.

nHe continued, “It will be opening soon. All the orcs are gathered under the banner of the Great Clan and the Luklan Mountains will soon be dealt with.”

n“Hammerchwi has returned.”

n“That…” Calmahart glanced over. His subordinate was nervous. “Hammerchwi and all the warriors have returned injured.”

n“……”

n“According to Hammerchwi, he met an orc from the continent…”

nCalmahart took his axe. “The continent?”

n“Yes.”

n“From below the border?”

n“Yes.”

n“Kukuk…” Calmahart laughed. “How interesting. Where is Hammerchwi now?”

n“He is being treated by a shaman.”

n“Let’s go.”

n“Yes.”

nThe subordinate followed Calmahart. He was a large orc but he looked like a small child standing next to the great chieftain.

nThe subordinate asked, “What should we do with the rest of the slaves?”

nCalmahart stopped.

nAt the back of the Colosseum, there were some slaves waiting for their turn. They had been gathered to sate Calmahart’s thirst for blood. Like those who were killed earlier, they were originally destined to face Calmahart in the Colosseum.

nTheir gazes turned towards Calmahart. Fear mixed with hope in their eyes.

n“My excitement has cooled down.”

n“Then…”

n“Release them.”

n“I understand.”

nThe faces of the slaves brightened. And at that moment.

nCalmahart threw his axe. The axe tore through the air towards them. The axe split apart the orcs and gnomes standing in a line. The line of orcs, dark elves and humans were literally cut in half.

nA feast of blood occurred.

nCalmahart added, “If they survived.”

nHe turned around.

n“…Hiccup!”

nThe gnome standing at the far end was pale as he stared at his severed hair.

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