Chapter 116: 115: The Siege Pt 1
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Stars light the sky like snow-flakes in the night, yet appear still, like an old photograph. Torug smiles, feeling the wind blow across his face as he watched a raging fire rise from the other side of his view.
'A little more' he thought while silently waved his new weapon, Eclipse, in short cutting motions.
But for now, with his left arm, he continued tussling the fur of his excited mount, not far from him, a red haired orc walked forward calmly as she wrapped her arm around the branch of a windswept tree and her head leaning gently on the bark, listening silently for something.
After a few seconds, she nodded firmly.
"It's time!" Torug Roared, "Charge!!!"
On the other side was a walled fortress, hidden between the mountain and cliffs surrounding it. It should have been the hardest siege for him since his arrival in this world, in fact it should be the hardest as it was his first official siege, Although they couldn't use a lot of heavy weaponry yet, it didn't stop him from improvising. The fortress had four sets of walls, that was three to four times taller than an average Orc and he wanted it even more, just as they corveted his, he wanted theirs but he knew this was hard to attack despite his initial preparations.
surrounded by a moat from all directions and has a single drawbridge. they should have needed to use siege towers or a battering ram but the doors were already open. Goblins could be seen on the walls going on a killing spree, at the center of the wide open gate was a white haired female with white and black striped tail.
"TORUG!!" an aggrieved roar came from within the fortress walls, making a grin spread across the tattooed Chief's face.
_________________________
Some days Earlier,
Torug's POV,
I sat silently by the lake as I pulled out the second Cultivation manual in my possession and placed on the ground next to the Book Moz stole from the Shammobs.
I observed the two carefully and went into contemplation, 'from what Urim told me, the Shammob's Chief, Garak, was injured and was unable to move after he was injured by the late Obum Dregu... but it still doesn't add up, how was he injured when he has been using this book for years... there's also the fact that, Obum's death changed fate, perhaps the fate of the Orcs I imagine.'
I subconciously traced my fingers across the said Book, it was rather incomplete and with the look of things, it was divided into two or three copies.
'What happened to the other parts?... well what ever, I'll just read this ones and refresh my memory on the sacred oaths and orders I know while adding to my arsenal'.
At the mid point of the book, the MC began running into more people with this oaths and orders, it became a necessity in battles and some were even powerful enough to be used as Trump cards. With this in mind, I placed it in my inventory and focused on the Cultivation manual.
I had been curious about this manual from the very beginning and surprisingly, it was a five star manual...quite far from future Davis's seven star but it's sufficient.
Surprisingly, this manual required me to abolish the effects of my earlier practice as it was related to the same organ along others, 'The heart'.
It was a thick book with ice blue covers, there was a drawing of a purple tree with a heart as it's crown and it's roots spreading across from both the base of the heart and tree.
It spoke about the essence of refining the body and some other things, unsurprisingly the Heart remained an important factor in this Cultivation.
after an hour of studying, I abolished the Heart Sutra without any hesitation and suddenly felt empty at heart. Surprised, I tried to study this phenomenon but came to the conclusion that Mana refined by the heart Sutra had always been within and had usually helped in suppressing several anomalies.
In essence, it was bound to be weird.
For some reason I came to worry, what would it be like from now on. Without any other delay, I began cultivating the 'Feral Serenity'.
Unknowingly, I had cultivated for over eight hours, which was six hours more than the amount of time the Heart Sutra allowed. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to complete the first level, on the bright side, it expanded my Mana pathways and has further improved my magic circulation.
On the other hand, The Branding skill's change was different.
[(Brogg) Branding 100%
- you can actively take control of the Target's thought process.
- Possession time available : 4 hours 30 minutes]
From the initial 2 hours 15 minutes, it doubled, 'Does that mean I had bad reception before?' I mused silently but all the same it was a good improvement.
I focused on the Branding skill, and like before, two orbs appeared in front of me, I stretched my hands and held the faint green one that was Brogg in my palm.
immediately, I could see his situation and it once again gave me a sense of deja Vu, like I was playing a video game...Brogg was warily looking at a few goblins whipping some slaves as he drank some wine in a wild manner.
Without much delay, I quickly seized control from him and got up from his seat. I looked at his surrounding and tried to understand his body.
I could feel everything down to his skills, which were pretty useless by the way. He had a skill that released a kind of gas that affects the mind, why I said it was useless was because, presently, it can only affect those below the first circle of evolution due to his level.
It looked like I was within a walled fortress, the walls were made with stone and wood, the orcs and other creatures within busied themselves, making fortification, they were obviously preparing for war...
'What stupid banquet are you talking about Kharag' I thought with a sneer, An Orc was relaying orders on the wall and I could assume that, he was Greyeye's son.
'Perhaps I should kill him' I thought with a grin but peeled my eyes off him, lest I'm really go through with my thoughts.
I maneuver my way around the fortress and tried not to be suspicious as possible until I heard something.
"The Chief's son has a lot of interest in this slave, to think he wants to taste her before his father arrives...hahaha" a wretched voice came from the other side of this wooden building.
An equally nauseating laugh followed after as I made my way there looking lost.
It didn't take long for me to see it, Within a rusty cage was a slave, laying down leisurely like a king would in a palace or should I say queen.
But this wasn't what attracted me, it was her fur?.
__________
As I walked closer to her, "Brother!... Brother!!" Urim's panicked voice came, making me disconnect quickly and turned in his direction, due to a little annoyance I asked a bit sharply, "What?!".
"..." but he remained silent.
"Well? What happened to you?"I asked, "is there something wrong with the preparation?"
"no ...no"
"Then what is it then?"
"this..." He looked stumped for words and I could only look at him dumbfounded.
"since when did you have problems speaking, did Gilgar tell you she is with child or something?"I teased but I didn't get the expected reaction, his eyes went wide with surprise...
"F*ck!!!!" I cussed in skaldish tongue without even knowing.
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Stars light the sky like snow-flakes in the night, yet appear still, like an old photograph. Torug smiles, feeling the wind blow across his face as he watched a raging fire rise from the other side of his view.
'A little more' he thought while silently waved his new weapon, Eclipse, in short cutting motions.
But for now, with his left arm, he continued tussling the fur of his excited mount, not far from him, a red haired orc walked forward calmly as she wrapped her arm around the branch of a windswept tree and her head leaning gently on the bark, listening silently for something.
After a few seconds, she nodded firmly.
"It's time!" Torug Roared, "Charge!!!"
On the other side was a walled fortress, hidden between the mountain and cliffs surrounding it. It should have been the hardest siege for him since his arrival in this world, in fact it should be the hardest as it was his first official siege, Although they couldn't use a lot of heavy weaponry yet, it didn't stop him from improvising. The fortress had four sets of walls, that was three to four times taller than an average Orc and he wanted it even more, just as they corveted his, he wanted theirs but he knew this was hard to attack despite his initial preparations.
surrounded by a moat from all directions and has a single drawbridge. they should have needed to use siege towers or a battering ram but the doors were already open. Goblins could be seen on the walls going on a killing spree, at the center of the wide open gate was a white haired female with white and black striped tail.
"TORUG!!" an aggrieved roar came from within the fortress walls, making a grin spread across the tattooed Chief's face.
_________________________
Some days Earlier,
Torug's POV,
I sat silently by the lake as I pulled out the second Cultivation manual in my possession and placed on the ground next to the Book Moz stole from the Shammobs.
I observed the two carefully and went into contemplation, 'from what Urim told me, the Shammob's Chief, Garak, was injured and was unable to move after he was injured by the late Obum Dregu... but it still doesn't add up, how was he injured when he has been using this book for years... there's also the fact that, Obum's death changed fate, perhaps the fate of the Orcs I imagine.'
I subconciously traced my fingers across the said Book, it was rather incomplete and with the look of things, it was divided into two or three copies.
'What happened to the other parts?... well what ever, I'll just read this ones and refresh my memory on the sacred oaths and orders I know while adding to my arsenal'.
At the mid point of the book, the MC began running into more people with this oaths and orders, it became a necessity in battles and some were even powerful enough to be used as Trump cards. With this in mind, I placed it in my inventory and focused on the Cultivation manual.
I had been curious about this manual from the very beginning and surprisingly, it was a five star manual...quite far from future Davis's seven star but it's sufficient.
Surprisingly, this manual required me to abolish the effects of my earlier practice as it was related to the same organ along others, 'The heart'.
It was a thick book with ice blue covers, there was a drawing of a purple tree with a heart as it's crown and it's roots spreading across from both the base of the heart and tree.
It spoke about the essence of refining the body and some other things, unsurprisingly the Heart remained an important factor in this Cultivation.
after an hour of studying, I abolished the Heart Sutra without any hesitation and suddenly felt empty at heart. Surprised, I tried to study this phenomenon but came to the conclusion that Mana refined by the heart Sutra had always been within and had usually helped in suppressing several anomalies.
In essence, it was bound to be weird.
For some reason I came to worry, what would it be like from now on. Without any other delay, I began cultivating the 'Feral Serenity'.
Unknowingly, I had cultivated for over eight hours, which was six hours more than the amount of time the Heart Sutra allowed. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to complete the first level, on the bright side, it expanded my Mana pathways and has further improved my magic circulation.
On the other hand, The Branding skill's change was different.
[(Brogg) Branding 100%
- you can actively take control of the Target's thought process.
- Possession time available : 4 hours 30 minutes]
From the initial 2 hours 15 minutes, it doubled, 'Does that mean I had bad reception before?' I mused silently but all the same it was a good improvement.
I focused on the Branding skill, and like before, two orbs appeared in front of me, I stretched my hands and held the faint green one that was Brogg in my palm.
immediately, I could see his situation and it once again gave me a sense of deja Vu, like I was playing a video game...Brogg was warily looking at a few goblins whipping some slaves as he drank some wine in a wild manner.
Without much delay, I quickly seized control from him and got up from his seat. I looked at his surrounding and tried to understand his body.
I could feel everything down to his skills, which were pretty useless by the way. He had a skill that released a kind of gas that affects the mind, why I said it was useless was because, presently, it can only affect those below the first circle of evolution due to his level.
It looked like I was within a walled fortress, the walls were made with stone and wood, the orcs and other creatures within busied themselves, making fortification, they were obviously preparing for war...
'What stupid banquet are you talking about Kharag' I thought with a sneer, An Orc was relaying orders on the wall and I could assume that, he was Greyeye's son.
'Perhaps I should kill him' I thought with a grin but peeled my eyes off him, lest I'm really go through with my thoughts.
I maneuver my way around the fortress and tried not to be suspicious as possible until I heard something.
"The Chief's son has a lot of interest in this slave, to think he wants to taste her before his father arrives...hahaha" a wretched voice came from the other side of this wooden building.
An equally nauseating laugh followed after as I made my way there looking lost.
It didn't take long for me to see it, Within a rusty cage was a slave, laying down leisurely like a king would in a palace or should I say queen.
But this wasn't what attracted me, it was her fur?.
__________
As I walked closer to her, "Brother!... Brother!!" Urim's panicked voice came, making me disconnect quickly and turned in his direction, due to a little annoyance I asked a bit sharply, "What?!".
"..." but he remained silent.
"Well? What happened to you?"I asked, "is there something wrong with the preparation?"
"no ...no"
"Then what is it then?"
"this..." He looked stumped for words and I could only look at him dumbfounded.
"since when did you have problems speaking, did Gilgar tell you she is with child or something?"I teased but I didn't get the expected reaction, his eyes went wide with surprise...
"F*ck!!!!" I cussed in skaldish tongue without even knowing.
Stars light the sky like snow-flakes in the night, yet appear still, like an old photograph. Torug smiles, feeling the wind blow across his face as he watched a raging fire rise from the other side of his view. 'A little more' he thought while silently waved his new weapon, Eclipse, in short cutting motions. But for now, with his left arm, he continued tussling the fur of his excited mount, not far from him, a red haired orc walked forward calmly as she wrapped her arm around the branch of a windswept tree and her head leaning gently on the bark, listening silently for something. After a few seconds, she nodded firmly. "It's time!" Torug Roared, "Charge!!!" On the other side was a walled fortress, hidden between the mountain and cliffs surrounding it. It should have been the hardest siege for him since his arrival in this world, in fact it should be the hardest as it was his first official siege, Although they couldn't use a lot of heavy weaponry yet, it didn't stop him from improvising. The fortress had four sets of walls, that was three to four times taller than an average Orc and he wanted it even more, just as they corveted his, he wanted theirs but he knew this was hard to attack despite his initial preparations. surrounded by a moat from all directions and has a single drawbridge. they should have needed to use siege towers or a battering ram but the doors were already open. Goblins could be seen on the walls going on a killing spree, at the center of the wide open gate was a white haired female with white and black striped tail. "TORUG!!" an aggrieved roar came from within the fortress walls, making a grin spread across the tattooed Chief's face. _________________________ Some days Earlier, Torug's POV, I sat silently by the lake as I pulled out the second Cultivation manual in my possession and placed on the ground next to the Book Moz stole from the Shammobs. I observed the two carefully and went into contemplation, 'from what Urim told me, the Shammob's Chief, Garak, was injured and was unable to move after he was injured by the late Obum Dregu... but it still doesn't add up, how was he injured when he has been using this book for years... there's also the fact that, Obum's death changed fate, perhaps the fate of the Orcs I imagine.' I subconciously traced my fingers across the said Book, it was rather incomplete and with the look of things, it was divided into two or three copies. 'What happened to the other parts?... well what ever, I'll just read this ones and refresh my memory on the sacred oaths and orders I know while adding to my arsenal'. At the mid point of the book, the MC began running into more people with this oaths and orders, it became a necessity in battles and some were even powerful enough to be used as Trump cards. With this in mind, I placed it in my inventory and focused on the Cultivation manual. I had been curious about this manual from the very beginning and surprisingly, it was a five star manual...quite far from future Davis's seven star but it's sufficient. Surprisingly, this manual required me to abolish the effects of my earlier practice as it was related to the same organ along others, 'The heart'. It was a thick book with ice blue covers, there was a drawing of a purple tree with a heart as it's crown and it's roots spreading across from both the base of the heart and tree. It spoke about the essence of refining the body and some other things, unsurprisingly the Heart remained an important factor in this Cultivation. after an hour of studying, I abolished the Heart Sutra without any hesitation and suddenly felt empty at heart. Surprised, I tried to study this phenomenon but came to the conclusion that Mana refined by the heart Sutra had always been within and had usually helped in suppressing several anomalies. In essence, it was bound to be weird. For some reason I came to worry, what would it be like from now on. Without any other delay, I began cultivating the 'Feral Serenity'. Unknowingly, I had cultivated for over eight hours, which was six hours more than the amount of time the Heart Sutra allowed. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to complete the first level, on the bright side, it expanded my Mana pathways and has further improved my magic circulation. On the other hand, The Branding skill's change was different. Brogg Branding 100% - you can actively take control of the Target's thought process. - Possession time available : 4 hours 30 minutes From the initial 2 hours 15 minutes, it doubled, 'Does that mean I had bad reception before?' I mused silently but all the same it was a good improvement. I focused on the Branding skill, and like before, two orbs appeared in front of me, I stretched my hands and held the faint green one that was Brogg in my palm. immediately, I could see his situation and it once again gave me a sense of deja Vu, like I was playing a video game...Brogg was warily looking at a few goblins whipping some slaves as he drank some wine in a wild manner. Without much delay, I quickly seized control from him and got up from his seat. I looked at his surrounding and tried to understand his body. I could feel everything down to his skills, which were pretty useless by the way. He had a skill that released a kind of gas that affects the mind, why I said it was useless was because, presently, it can only affect those below the first circle of evolution due to his level. It looked like I was within a walled fortress, the walls were made with stone and wood, the orcs and other creatures within busied themselves, making fortification, they were obviously preparing for war... 'What stupid banquet are you talking about Kharag' I thought with a sneer, An Orc was relaying orders on the wall and I could assume that, he was Greyeye's son. 'Perhaps I should kill him' I thought with a grin but peeled my eyes off him, lest I'm really go through with my thoughts. I maneuver my way around the fortress and tried not to be suspicious as possible until I heard something. "The Chief's son has a lot of interest in this slave, to think he wants to taste her before his father arrives...hahaha" a wretched voice came from the other side of this wooden building. An equally nauseating laugh followed after as I made my way there looking lost. It didn't take long for me to see it, Within a rusty cage was a slave, laying down leisurely like a king would in a palace or should I say queen. But this wasn't what attracted me, it was her fur?. __________ As I walked closer to her, "Brother!... Brother!!" Urim's panicked voice came, making me disconnect quickly and turned in his direction, due to a little annoyance I asked a bit sharply, "What?!". "..." but he remained silent. "Well? What happened to you?"I asked, "is there something wrong with the preparation?" "no ...no" "Then what is it then?" "this..." He looked stumped for words and I could only look at him dumbfounded. "since when did you have problems speaking, did Gilgar tell you she is with child or something?"I teased but I didn't get the expected reaction, his eyes went wide with surprise... "F*ck!!!!" I cussed in skaldish tongue without even knowing.
