Chapter 58. To the Dragon’s Nest
The Lemium Highlands. It was a dwarven territory located in the center of the Vastonia continent, bordering the Human and Elf countries. It was dotted with vertically steep plateaus and was characterized by its high-quality minerals. The dwarves perpetually mined minerals from this place and continued to supply the frontlines with high-quality weaponry. If this area were to be taken, the human and elven populations would be divided, and the supply of minerals to the main dwarven army would be reduced. The supply would be cut off, and many units would be isolated. It could be said that this was a critical point. That is why the Four Races Alliance made such an effort to protect it, and Demon King Gediguz chose it as the location for the decisive battle.
The Orc forces were deployed in front of the center of the Seven Races Federation. In other words, the front line. It was a fierce battleground where the two armies were expected to clash with great intensity.
Demon King Gediguz understood the orcs well. He knew that if they defeated a woman on the battlefield, they would immediately start raping her. However, they were incredibly brave in any battlefield. They were so foolish that they would charge forward regardless of how many enemies they faced or how many of their allies died. They were the most numerous of all the races. In other words, they were cannon fodder.
However, at that moment, all races except Orcs had doubts.
“In such an important battle, why leave the most crucial place to Orcs?”
“Wouldn’t it be better to put the Ogres at the forefront, as always?”
“Wouldn’t that make Ogres look better and their victory more successful?”
“That’s how it has always been. And as you can see, Ogres are not happy.”
Gediguz replied, “You will know in an hour when the battle has begun.”
But no one had faith in Gediguz, and everyone was skeptical of his words.
Indeed, an hour after the fight began, as the different races started to mix and the battle intensified, the Orc forces began pushing back the humans. No matter how strong Humans were, it wasn’t so surprising considering the difference in forces at that moment. The orcs also saw the royal emblems visible in the rear of the human army and, thinking “I’m going to rape a princess,” charged forward with their loins held high. Their momentum was so great that it seemed only a matter of time before the humans would step aside.
However, Ogres were not pleased. If Orcs could do it, Ogres could too. In fact, if they had been ogres, it would have taken less than an hour… no, they might have pushed back half of the vulnerable Human army in the first encounter. It wasn’t just the Ogres. The other races thought the same.
Then the creature appeared: a dragon.
Hell broke loose.
In just a few minutes, half of the orcs were wiped out. Even those lucky enough to avoid its fiery breath found themselves surrounded by fire, with nowhere to run, and human magic flying towards them one after another. Before their eyes unfolded a hellish scene. Faced with such hell, the generals involuntarily looked at Gediguz.
His expression did not change for a single moment; he had anticipated this development.
Therefore, as soon as the dragon had breathed its fire several times from the air, annihilating hundreds of orcs, there was movement within the demon army. A massive magic circle appeared above them, and countless magical spears shot out. These were extremely powerful spears for siege battles, such as those used to bring down human fortresses and elven magical barriers. Like a guiding device, the spears fell upon the dragon, bringing down its enormous body to the ground.
Then, as if flowing in a stream, the next movement occurred. It rained heavily, extinguishing the fires on the battlefield. As if they had been waiting for it.
And so, the dragon fell to the ground. Not only Orcs but also Ogre and other races crowded in the midst of the position of the Seven Races Federation. Then, as a rear guard, an army of ogres leaped towards the giant beast. The leaders praised Gediguz, “As expected from Master Gediguz. Using Orcs as bait was brilliant!”
But that’s when the real hell began.
The dragon fell to the ground and went into a frenzy, ravaging everything. It had lost its wings and realized it couldn’t escape. And no one was a match for such a monster. Not only Ogres but also Orcs remaining on the battlefield, Succubi, Lizardmen, and Harpies who had come to the battlefield as reinforcements, were torn apart without even a scratch on its scales.
Whether Gediguz had foreseen this situation or not was uncertain. Unknown to those on the front line, a reconnaissance unit from the main demon camp was attacked at the same time, communications were cut off, and the chain of command was temporarily paralyzed. It was an attempt at sabotage by Beastmen to increase the success rate of Nazar and his unit’s operation. Later, Gediguz was attacked by the Human Prince and his men, but let’s set that aside for now.
Meanwhile, the dragon began heading towards the human positions. It tried to escape. The frontline fighters saw this and grew impatient. If it reached the main human camp, they would heal its wings with recovery magic, and it would fly again. If it took off again, this time it wouldn’t fall. On the contrary, it would attack the main demon camp and crush it completely. So they had to stop it, but no one could stop a dragon. What should they do, what was Master Gediguz thinking…?
Yes, when those in command of the front line began to have those thoughts and grow impatient… a warrior stood in front of the dragon.
It was a green orc. Most likely, he had been on the battlefield in a sea of fire, and he probably ended up in a cloud of smoke and didn’t understand what was happening. He would likely be devoured by the dragon in front of him or turned into charcoal by its breath. The moment of death, which reached all the warriors here equally, would also reach him. Everyone thought the same.
But what happened was that they actually witnessed something completely unbelievable.
Chapter 58. To the Dragon’s Nest
The Lemium Highlands. It was a dwarven territory located in the center of the Vastonia continent, bordering the Human and Elf countries. It was dotted with vertically steep plateaus and was characterized by its high-quality minerals. The dwarves perpetually mined minerals from this place and continued to supply the frontlines with high-quality weaponry. If this area were to be taken, the human and elven populations would be divided, and the supply of minerals to the main dwarven army would be reduced. The supply would be cut off, and many units would be isolated. It could be said that this was a critical point. That is why the Four Races Alliance made such an effort to protect it, and Demon King Gediguz chose it as the location for the decisive battle.
The Orc forces were deployed in front of the center of the Seven Races Federation. In other words, the front line. It was a fierce battleground where the two armies were expected to clash with great intensity.
Demon King Gediguz understood the orcs well. He knew that if they defeated a woman on the battlefield, they would immediately start raping her. However, they were incredibly brave in any battlefield. They were so foolish that they would charge forward regardless of how many enemies they faced or how many of their allies died. They were the most numerous of all the races. In other words, they were cannon fodder.
However, at that moment, all races except Orcs had doubts.
“In such an important battle, why leave the most crucial place to Orcs?”
“Wouldn’t it be better to put the Ogres at the forefront, as always?”
“Wouldn’t that make Ogres look better and their victory more successful?”
“That’s how it has always been. And as you can see, Ogres are not happy.”
Gediguz replied, “You will know in an hour when the battle has begun.”
But no one had faith in Gediguz, and everyone was skeptical of his words.
Indeed, an hour after the fight began, as the different races started to mix and the battle intensified, the Orc forces began pushing back the humans. No matter how strong Humans were, it wasn’t so surprising considering the difference in forces at that moment. The orcs also saw the royal emblems visible in the rear of the human army and, thinking “I’m going to rape a princess,” charged forward with their loins held high. Their momentum was so great that it seemed only a matter of time before the humans would step aside.
However, Ogres were not pleased. If Orcs could do it, Ogres could too. In fact, if they had been ogres, it would have taken less than an hour… no, they might have pushed back half of the vulnerable Human army in the first encounter. It wasn’t just the Ogres. The other races thought the same.
Then the creature appeared: a dragon.
Hell broke loose.
In just a few minutes, half of the orcs were wiped out. Even those lucky enough to avoid its fiery breath found themselves surrounded by fire, with nowhere to run, and human magic flying towards them one after another. Before their eyes unfolded a hellish scene. Faced with such hell, the generals involuntarily looked at Gediguz.
His expression did not change for a single moment; he had anticipated this development.
Therefore, as soon as the dragon had breathed its fire several times from the air, annihilating hundreds of orcs, there was movement within the demon army. A massive magic circle appeared above them, and countless magical spears shot out. These were extremely powerful spears for siege battles, such as those used to bring down human fortresses and elven magical barriers. Like a guiding device, the spears fell upon the dragon, bringing down its enormous body to the ground.
Then, as if flowing in a stream, the next movement occurred. It rained heavily, extinguishing the fires on the battlefield. As if they had been waiting for it.
And so, the dragon fell to the ground. Not only Orcs but also Ogre and other races crowded in the midst of the position of the Seven Races Federation. Then, as a rear guard, an army of ogres leaped towards the giant beast. The leaders praised Gediguz, “As expected from Master Gediguz. Using Orcs as bait was brilliant!”
But that’s when the real hell began.
The dragon fell to the ground and went into a frenzy, ravaging everything. It had lost its wings and realized it couldn’t escape. And no one was a match for such a monster. Not only Ogres but also Orcs remaining on the battlefield, Succubi, Lizardmen, and Harpies who had come to the battlefield as reinforcements, were torn apart without even a scratch on its scales.
Whether Gediguz had foreseen this situation or not was uncertain. Unknown to those on the front line, a reconnaissance unit from the main demon camp was attacked at the same time, communications were cut off, and the chain of command was temporarily paralyzed. It was an attempt at sabotage by Beastmen to increase the success rate of Nazar and his unit’s operation. Later, Gediguz was attacked by the Human Prince and his men, but let’s set that aside for now.
Meanwhile, the dragon began heading towards the human positions. It tried to escape. The frontline fighters saw this and grew impatient. If it reached the main human camp, they would heal its wings with recovery magic, and it would fly again. If it took off again, this time it wouldn’t fall. On the contrary, it would attack the main demon camp and crush it completely. So they had to stop it, but no one could stop a dragon. What should they do, what was Master Gediguz thinking…?
Yes, when those in command of the front line began to have those thoughts and grow impatient… a warrior stood in front of the dragon.
It was a green orc. Most likely, he had been on the battlefield in a sea of fire, and he probably ended up in a cloud of smoke and didn’t understand what was happening. He would likely be devoured by the dragon in front of him or turned into charcoal by its breath. The moment of death, which reached all the warriors here equally, would also reach him. Everyone thought the same.
But what happened was that they actually witnessed something completely unbelievable.
