The captain's gaze shifted from the chaotic scene unfolding before him to the vast city walls looming in the distance. The sight of their formidable defences only heightened his sense of dread. His warriors, already weakened by thirst and exhaustion, lacked the resolve to face such a formidable opponent. Despite their elite status among the beastmen, they were not immune to the effects of desperation and doubt that gripped their ranks.With each passing moment, the captain grappled with the weight of their precarious situation. While thirst gnawed at their resolve, the looming threat of death loomed even larger. Any misstep now could spell disaster for their already beleaguered forces. As he surveyed the battlefield, the captain knew that their only hope lay in a decisive course of action.The prospect of a futile demise was a bitter pill for the beastmen to swallow, a fate they detested and disdained.With little time to ponder, the captain swiftly made his decision. "We must withd
"Who are these humans?!" The captain exclaimed in their native tongue, his voice tinged with fear and disbelief. The sight of Dray stripped him of any remaining confidence. Even the strongest general among the Merlocks, whom he had encountered by chance, did not exude such a formidable aura. This presence felt otherworldly."We should have retreated faster!" This was the singular regret echoing through the minds of every encircled beastman. Had they fled more swiftly, they might have avoided encountering this "Demon" altogether!Now, they couldn't even flee.In the heart of their formation, over a dozen beastmen lay wounded on the ground, immobilized by their injuries. Another two dozen lay lifeless, victims of just one onslaught from this terrifying human.Despair and hopelessness filled the captain's eyes, but for his subordinates, the emotions were even more overwhelming.In the face of such overwhelming power, the beastmen's usual tactics of trading life for life seemed futile. E
However, a growl from one of the captive beastmen served as a stark reminder of the ongoing conflict.Fueled by a mix of frustration and wounded pride, certain beastmen seethed at the sight of the humans' laughter. Their defeat at the hands of the knights did little to diminish their inherent sense of superiority. Even in captivity, they refused to yield their dignity. To them, the idea of being mocked by ordinary humans was an affront that could not be tolerated. It was a matter of pride, a declaration of their indomitable spirit in the face of adversity. Despite their current circumstances, they remained steadfast in their resolve to command respect, even if it meant attempting to instil fear in their captors. Thud!The beastman who dared to growl at the residents received a swift strike to the head with the blunt side of a sword, rendering him unconscious instantly. His companions had no choice but to drag him along with them as they were led into captivity.Among the three hund
With the current size of our troops, I was already confident that even if the full force of the Merlocks' army arrived with all their preparations, the outcome of the encounter would be uncertain. It would be a battle where victory or defeat hung in the balance.A smile graced my lips naturally. This battle had not only bolstered the defences of Ice Demon City but had also paved a solid path for its future prosperity.Of course, it was thanks to the system that this transformation had occurred. However, if my army hadn't risen to the occasion and defeated the enemy, the mission wouldn't have been accomplished. Their bravery and determination were just as crucial to our success as the assistance from the system.Moreover, it was a fortuitous discovery, an unforeseen side mission hidden within the fabric of our reality. Without accomplishing it, I wouldn't have even been aware of its existence.With 200 cavalry knights, 100 arcane archers, 100 regular archers, 300 infantry knights, and
The impact of Roland's strike reverberated through the air, sending shockwaves across the battlefield. The beastmen captain's roar of agony echoed amidst the silence that followed, his body skidding several meters away as he struggled to regain his footing.Witnessing the scene, the remaining beastmen froze in disbelief, their rage momentarily overshadowed by a newfound respect. They had underestimated the power of this human adversary, but now, they couldn't deny his formidable strength.As the dust settled, Roland stood tall, his expression unwavering. The beastmen, though still defiant, couldn't shake the feeling of apprehension creeping into their hearts. They realized that facing the forces of Ice Demon City would be no easy task, especially with warriors like Roland standing in their way.Roland approached the fallen beastmen captain and lifted him, tossing him back among his companions. The captain landed with a painful thud, groaning in agony before his fellow beastmen."Now,
However, one piece of information in the report caught my attention and elicited a chuckle. "The Merlock army consists solely of infantry?" I couldn't help but find it amusing."The Merlocks have always looked down on humans," I mused aloud, contemplating the surprising revelation."But why would they make such a mistake?" I continued, directing the question to Wise."Do they think that our army is the same as theirs? That we would simply send out knights to fight them in the fields where they have an advantage?" I speculated, seeking to understand the Merlocks' flawed strategy.Wise nodded in agreement, confirming my suspicions. "That's indeed the case," he concurred."Are you sure the beastmen that we captured are telling the truth?" I questioned, not because I doubted Wise's reports, but because I harboured scepticism toward the information provided by the beastmen."It should be true," Wise replied, his tone confident. "When I heard the information from the captives, I also had a
"Well, I suppose that's good news for me?" I chuckled, amused by Richard's enthusiasm."Of course," Richard nodded eagerly, rubbing his chubby hands together in anticipation of seeing the beastmen."The slaves you sold us are quite popular, Baron Ethan," Richard remarked, his tone appreciative as he retrieved a letter from his pocket and placed it respectfully on the table before me."Baron Ethan, this letter contains signatures from various other noble lords who wished to express their gratitude towards you," he explained, gesturing towards the missive.The maid waiting nearby promptly approached and handed the letter to me with a bow.As I opened the envelope, I couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity. The letter was written in the intricate language of nobles, a dialect reserved for their exclusive use. It was a reminder of the distinct social hierarchy that governed our world.This was the first time I had received a missive in this language, and its arrival piqued my interest
Morven trudged on, his weary footsteps echoing softly amidst the towering trees that seemed to stretch endlessly into the distance. Each step felt like a burden as he pressed forward, his head throbbing with the strain of the journey. The once lush foliage now appeared desolate and parched, its vitality drained away by some unseen force.His skin prickled with discomfort, the dryness of the air sapping away any trace of moisture. It was as if the very essence of life had been sucked out of the environment, leaving behind a barren wasteland that offered little solace or respite.The weight of his backpack bore down heavily upon his shoulders, the clinking of armor and the weight of weapons serving as a constant reminder of the impending conflict that lay ahead. Each piece of gear felt like a burden, adding to the physical and mental strain that Morven already endured.But amidst the physical exhaustion and the oppressive atmosphere, it was the gnawing hunger and the gnawing thirst tha