The Indomitable Martial King Chapter 331

He was Pdakan, one of the seven orc champions of Antares and the next chieftain of the Brown Rock tribe.

He turned 25 this year, and before Tashid appeared, he was a powerful warrior who was the youngest among the Orcs to become Karuga, and at the same time, he was a wise Orc who was also an excellent weapon father. He was also one of the few orcs who understood ‘human politics’.

“Brothers! Don’t lose your fighting spirit! “Our ancestors are watching us!”

Currently, dwarves and humans are stationed on top of the castle wall and are firmly defending it. However, even if it is a sit-in, if you just hold out on top of the castle, it will be breached at some point, and when an opening appears, you must scramble under the castle to block a follow-up attack.

The Orc Riders led by Pdakan were playing that role. Whenever the flow of siege slows down, they rush in through the side gate and continue to hit and run, giving the upper part of the castle some breathing room.

Orcs are originally strong at charging, but are weak at hitting and running like this. However, Pdakan was wise enough to at least understand human strategies.

“let’s go! “Great warriors!”

Leading the orc riders, Pdakan fiercely pushed back against the imperial army positioned on the left side of the castle wall. They pushed hard at first, but soon a siege was established and the momentum was lost.

As he slowly fell again, Pdakan looked around and shouted.

“Brothers! “Protect your allies on the walls!”

Just telling them to retreat won’t work against the brave Orcs. However, just like Asrail, if you change the ‘charging opponent’, the simple Orcs will follow you well.

“Ooooh!”

As expected, the Orcs bravely ‘retreated’ as planned. Well, they had no intention of retreating, so they could have been brave.

Pdakan was guarding the back of the retreating Orc Riders.

“I’ll cut you down today, you orc!”

“That old man, he’s back again.”

From the imperial army, an old knight in his 60s was running furiously, wielding an ultramarine blue blade aura.

He was Sir Gratas of the Imperial Knights. Although he was one of the weaker Auror users in the Empire, he had a lot of experience and was not an easy opponent.

When the opponent he had already faced several times appeared, Pdakan’s eyes lit up.

“Old man! Pdakan of the Brown Rock Tribe is your opponent!”

The two excited people faced each other with their swords. The young and powerful Pdakan and the old but seasoned Gratas exchanged dozens of sword strikes, sending ripples into the air.

On the subject of Kalken’s backbiting, Pdakan couldn’t help it, but when he met an opponent who could match him, his eyes rolled back. He fights Grattas with all his might, paying no attention to whether his subordinates will retreat.

“Die, old man!”

“What a mess that guy is! “What a lowly Orc!”

However, even in the meantime, the Orc Riders were calmly arranging their displays. Suddenly, Sloitl, who was in charge of the castle walls, appeared and took command in his stead.

“Why are you criticizing Prince Kalken on the same topic? Tsk tsk.”

Just like Kalken, Sloitl clicked his tongue as he watched Pdakan create a clearing on the battlefield and fall into his own world. No matter how wise you are, in the end an orc is an orc?

“Come on, come on in, fellow orcs! Oh, no, right? “Rush towards the wall!”

“Sloitl! “There’s a wizard in the east!”

“uh? Did you just show up? I am going right now!”

While the fortress was preoccupied with the west and south, the imperial wizard attacked the east. Hurriedly jumping on his short legs, Slowl quickly headed towards the eastern wall.

An old man flew into the air from the side of the imperial army’s camp, his navy blue robe waving. It was Kirant, one of the four great mages of the Sun Tower who participated in this war, and a member of the latter half of the 8th Circle. He, who was also the uncle of the genius Auror user Kirint, raised both his hands and shouted.

“You dwarf! “Under God’s will, I will punish you!”

The magic is activated and rain of fire scatters across the eastern wall. Sloitl also fought back by spraying Blade Aura.

“I’m sick of that goddamn god Taryeong! “Shut up and attack me!”

As a dwarf, Sloitl did not focus on one-on-one battles like Kalken or Pdagan. It focuses on defending the castle walls by spraying Blade Aura in conjunction with the dwarven warriors’ javelin attacks.

The rain of fire he threw was blocked by the Auror Curtain of Sloitl and all but dissipated in thin air. Archmage Kirant clicked her tongue in displeasure.

“That dwarf keeps acting like a turtle when it comes to being an Auror user.”

Uncharacteristically cool-headed as a warrior, Sloitl was paying more attention to the situation of the battle rather than falling into a one-on-one situation even when a strong opponent appeared. It’s not because the opponent is a wizard. Over the past three days, even when dealing with Sir Gullford and Lord Gratas, Sloitl continued to use this tactic.

Sloitl shouted loudly as he continued to block Kirant’s magic with his auror.

“There is no way, you guys! Are you willing to give even one step?”

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At that time, Fort Jeston was in full swing.

Other fortresses were also engaged in fierce battles.

Crovence Western Defense Fortress Lakas.

There, a young girl was walking around the battlefield wielding an ocher-colored Blade Aura. She is a girl who looks like she is only in her mid to late teens at best, but her breasts are so voluptuous that every time she swings her battle ax, her bouncy movements can be seen even on her armor.

“Humans! “I will show you the true power of dwarves!”

It was Eustea, the new Auror user of Grand Forge. In front of countless enemy soldiers, Eustea firmly planted her feet on the ground.

“Earth resonance!”

Drawing on the power of the earth, it draws out the strength of the whole body. And then he fiercely threw the ax spear in his hand towards the imperial soldier.

“Go, Haltron!”

Cardamite’s beloved weapon, a huge ax spear that has now become his keepsake, roamed the enemy lines with a yellow blade aura.

Eustea shouted with fire in her eyes.

“I will fight for even the cardamite’s share!”

Eustea, who was in the same class as Cardamite, had always boasted the strongest skills among dwarf warriors, excluding Auror users. At the moment when she learned of Cardamite’s death and wept as she looked at his corpse in front of her, the last wall was torn down and she gained new enlightenment and proudly became the new Auror user of Grand Forge.

“Taaaaaat!”

Unusually for a dwarf, Eustea broke through the enemy lines by charging head-on rather than holding a sit-in. The charging power was comparable to that of an Orc rider, and several Dwarf warriors followed behind and gasped.

“Oh my, Eustea. “We have short legs.”

“Okay, just go after him.”

As the young dwarves grumbled, the older middle-aged warriors clicked their tongues and responded.

“But his legs are short too, right?”

“He runs far instead!”

“Just shut up and chase after me! Anyway, these days, young people are into it… … .”

Although they were grumbling, they were dwarf warriors who followed Eustea well. Unlike other fortresses, the terrain of Lakas Fortress was relatively mild, so it was important to focus defense forces around the fortress rather than on the walls to break the flow of siege. Is it some kind of mobile castle wall?

As Eustea charged, the imperial army quickly responded. An Imperial Auror user rides a horse and shouts in anger.

“You arrogant little girl!”

“You’re young, right? “I’m a hundred years older than you!”

Eustea, who had the appearance of a girl, fiercely responded to the knight in his 50s.

Even though it looks like that on the outside, Eustea is middle-aged, the same age as Dwarf and Cardamite. Even if you consider it as a racial age rather than an absolute age, there is not much of an age difference between him and that knight.

Eustea raised her ax spear to deal with the rushing Imperial Auror users. The dwarf warriors who followed were embarrassed. If you fight here, you will be trapped in a siege. First, the camp had to be pushed back and dealt with under the walls of the castle.

A dwarf with a thick beard called out to stop Eustea, who had a temper tantrum over the topic of dwarves.

“mother! “We must retreat first!”

At that moment, all the imperial soldiers around looked shocked.

“Uh, mother?”

“Whose whose?”

As expected of a dwarf, he had a bushy beard, but in fact, that dwarf young man was only seventy-five years old and had just come of age. Is he around the same age as Siris?

On the other hand, Eustea, who is 150 years old this year, is a proud married woman who already has two sons. She also has her husband, who works as a blacksmith in Aranangrad.

Even so, to humans, she only appears to be a cute teenage girl. The imperial soldiers hummed.

“Well, she’s that young and she’s a married woman with a child?”

“The kid is that old?”

“Woah, you sure have big breasts… … .

A married woman with such girlish looks… … Several imperial soldiers with unusual tastes blush with strange imagination. Of course, such ruthless people soon became a handful due to Eustea’s blow.

“Die, you perverts! “Anyway, why are there so many perverts among humans?”

“mother! “You mean we have to retreat?”

“Okay, okay!”

Despite losing her temper, Eustea led the troops and retreated. Soon he joins the Orc Riders and forms a strong formation.

The commander leading the Orc Riders was a surprisingly slender Orc woman.

“Eusea! “Please take care of the west!”

“Okay, Aranta!”

She was Aranta, one of the seven orc warriors and the wife of Abuta, the chieftain of the Iron Lion tribe. she shouted, joining Eustea’s dwarven warriors.

“Iron Lion warriors! “Everyone charge!”

Dwarf warriors, who focus on defense, support the back while Orc riders take the offensive, reversing their roles. It is a tactic that has been used many times, so the flow is extremely skilled.

The Imperial soldiers screamed in fear as they saw the Orc Riders, who quickly became a shock force, rushing out of the castle walls, and Aranta leading them.

“Ugh, she’s a monster orc woman!”

Aranta’s expression distorted.

“Who do you drool over, and who do you see as a monster?”

I hate being stared at, but I hate being ignored even more! Ah, complicated woman’s feelings… … .

“Go, my sisters!”

When Aranta stretched out his hand, the four weapons on his back flew into the sky at once.

Aura-filled hammers, axes, daggers, and chain scythes move through the air, drawing complex trajectories. Rather than simply having four weapons flying around, they link up with each other to form a large formation.

It was the secret weapon that Aranta was proud of, the ‘Dragon Slayer Trap’.

Unlike male warriors, female Orc warriors often used a variety of spirit weapons rather than just one large weapon.

It wasn’t just a strength issue. If an Orc woman is capable of becoming a warrior anyway, she is not inferior to a man in terms of strength.

This was due to cultural differences between Orc men and women.

Orc traditional culture is that men hunt and women gather.

To hunt, you must focus on one target. On the other hand, collecting is the task of selecting and gathering all kinds of fruits. Is this the difference between a man’s instinct to focus on one thing and a woman’s ability to multitask?

Of course, each person has their own individuality, so it is surprisingly common for men and women’s personalities to be reversed, but once they become culturally fixed, a corresponding common sense develops.

So, unlike men, Orc female warriors preferred a variety of weapons. Like Starla, who wields twelve daggers, Aran Tha also holds four axes, hammers, daggers, and chain scythes as her soul sisters.

“Die, you perverts!”

An Imperial Auror user blocked the excited Aranta and began to fight to the death. Another Imperial Auror user was deployed to Eustea’s retreating defenses, taking charge of the tense situation.

The walls of Lakas Fortress were also in the midst of a fierce battle.

“My friend Ignasis, come out for me.”

A dozen brown-skinned elf elementals were performing powerful fire elemental arts against the Empire’s archmage, Varok. The people who commanded them were Siris, a beautiful elf with a delicate appearance and neat beauty, and Shaylene, who was like her real sister.

“Ignasis!”

The powerful flame spirit collides with Varok’s cold magic, creating a violent storm. Archmage Varok clicked his tongue as he watched his magic continue to be blocked.

“Wow, how could an elf or something like that have such a powerful spirit…?” … .”

Even Barok, the Grand Wizard of the 8th Circle, did not have the confidence to summon such a powerful spirit. Unlike spirit summoning magic, which uses magic to forcibly move a spirit and consume its power, elves are able to summon spirits without any decrease in power. The power difference is bound to be large.

Moreover, Shaylen is currently the second best elementalist in the Danheim clan, stronger than Relhard. Considering that the first one was Siris, who learned spirit magic with wild beasts, it can be said that she is the most outstanding. Because her skills are so high, isn’t Relhard also having Shaylen teach her Siris?

Three women lead the battle, exerting their strength throughout the battlefield. The fact that the leadership of each race was entirely made up of women was not something Carol had specifically aimed for.

Due to its nature, Lakas Fortress was a place where sit-in protests had to be carried out fluidly inside and outside the fortress rather than inside the walls. So, for a dwarf, Eustea, who had strong assault power, was needed, and for an orc, Arantha, who was also strong on defense, was chosen. Since they were both women, they were more flexible than men with distinct ethnic characteristics.

As the most powerful elementalist was brought in, Shailene was caught. Just, how did it come to be structured like this?

Well, even women are by no means weaker than men. Aranta shouted excitedly as he proudly faced the Empire’s Auror users.

“Come, dogs of the Empire!”