Chapter 116 – Make a Sound in the East, then Strike in the West (2)
Nameragon had a museum that recorded the history and events of the city .
There was a display of the wyvern Boro, who once terrorized the citizens of Nameragon . It was killed by the hunter Tunishi, who left his name on Nameragon's history . Boro was a quick and brilliant wyvern who enjoyed hunting dark elves, unlike the wyverns who rarely attacked the cities .
Boro would invade Nameragon under the cover of night and kidnapped people for dinner . There was a huge number of victims . Nameragon invited Tunishi, a well-known hunter who had profound knowledge . He was able to kill Boro by installing traps and tracking his nest .
The identity of the wyvern was a mutant . He was much bigger than a usual wyvern and his teeth were sharp . The steel-like skin was incomparable to any wyvern . Now he was on display as a piece of Nameragon's history .
Tiyo muttered to himself, “This is a wyvern right dot?"
The hard skin was removed and its fierce eyes were empty . However, the magnificent skeleton still had its wings spread wide and seemed to be threatening the dark elves .
“How are you going to do this dot?"
Right now, the dark elves were in an emergency state and had to use anything to counter the invasion of the orcs . So when Anor said that he would use the displayed wyvern, Mayor Radet nodded without a word .
However, Crockta and Tiyo didn't know how Anor planned to use this . They could only guess . And it surely became a reality .
Anor closed his eyes, the power of the young necromancer embracing the old skeleton . The magic power flowed in streams and captured its core . A necromancer linked life and death . The soul that left the world couldn't be restored . But the traces of the dead left behind would follow his will . There were things that remained after death .
Their grudges . Would there be such a thing in this old wyvern's body?
Anor focused his mind . It was empty, but he didn't give up and persuaded the wyverns . Sometimes there would be unforgettable memories that didn't disappear, even after the wyvern's death .
“……!”
The wyvern's wings were shaking . The museum manager watched with shock .
"Ohhh…!"
“I’ve found it . ” Anor smiled .
Anor reached out his hand and the wyvern's skull moved slightly . The rest of the wyvern bones started to move .
“What do you want?"
Anor was no longer seeing just a pile of bones . Boro was a breathing and living wyvern . He gazed at the serene eyes of the wyvern who ate a lot of dark elves .
Anor winked . Boro made a sound that conveyed his intentions to Anor . It was what the wyvern wanted . Anor nodded . He would do what the wyvern wanted .
“Crockta . Tiyo . Jump . "
“G-Get on this dot? I think my bum will…"
"It will be okay . "
Anor was well aware of the experience due to being a friend of Third Dragon . Drakes and wyverns were different from horses . There was no need for a saddle because they didn't shake up and down .
Boro responded to Anor's resurrection magic and stepped forward . The museum started shaking . It was a magnificent spectacle . Boro moved his head . He looked around the museum where he was confined before glancing up at the glass ceiling . Towards the blue expanse .
Crockta asked the museum director to get a thick cloth and rope . The cloth was placed over the bones and tired with the rope . Anor, Crockta, and Tiyo then got on Boro's back .
“Excuse me…”
The museum director opened his mouth with much difficulty and asked, “Why inside…?"
That's right . Why were they riding Boro here?
Anor grinned . “Because we are going right now . "
"Huh?"
Boro's wings started to move . The bones that made up his body started to slowly rise . A gust of wind struck the museum director . Boro sprang from the floor and flew towards the sky . The glass ceiling was instantly broken by the body .
"Wahh!" The scream of the museum director was heard from below, but they didn't care .
Boro flew into the sky . The wide expanse . It was his dream . He wanted to soar in the blue sky once again .
“Let’s go, Boro . "
Boro made a loud sound . He didn't have any vocal organs but they seemed to hear the roar of a wyvern . Then the wyvern started to fly south, towards Juora . The air was torn apart . Boro quickly moved through the sky .
“Ohhhh! I dot! The sky dot! Crockta! We're flying!"
“Kulkulkul, why are you such a hillbilly? You're acting like it's the first time you're flying or something . "
"What, what dot? You've never flown in the sky before either! How would you get into the sky dot?"
“There is such a thing . "
"Don't lie dot!"
“Rural gnome…"
“You can't get away with that remark dot! This is species discrimination, discrimination! Besides, Quantes is a city!"
Crockta started laughing . Of course, it was different . Sitting in a plane was completely different from feeling the wind directly brush against his skin . Besides, he had friends next to him .
Crockta grinned . He wouldn't let Juora fall to ruin .
"Crockta, Tiyo . " Then Anor opened his mouth, “Can I ask one thing?"
"Of course . "
“What is it dot?"
“Why are the two of you going so far as to fight against the great chieftain?"
Anor first met them in the Luklan Mountains . At the time, the orc and gnome had protected the Luklan Mountains from the Great Clan . He helped Nuridot by defeating the orcs of the Great Clan . Crockta gave advice to Anor about the bullying and after Nuridot, he rescued Nameragon . Crockta was able to defend Emeranian by fighting alone against all the orcs . Zelkian, the leader of the dark elves, trusted him .
They were an orc and gnome, and right now the dark elves were the ones in need . If they wanted to live comfortably, they could . However, they came to this hard and inhospitable place and helped people .
Tiyo delayed his search for his father while Crockta turned the orcs into his enemies .
The great chieftain was strong . A fearsome monster . Anor wanted to know what made them fight to the end against such a being .
“The question is wrong dot . "
"Huh?"
“We know why we are doing it, and you do as well . The whole world knows that the great chieftain is crazy . "
"Ah…"
Anor realized .
It wasn't 'why . ' It was 'how' . How couldn't a strong and righteous man fight for what he believed in?
“Huhu, you have the chance to ask again dot . This won't come twice . "
Anor held Boro's neck tightly and asked again . He heard Tiyo's reply and became more curious .
“Then, how can you fight so hard?"
Why struggle for their lives? Instead of answering, Tiyo knocked on Crockta who was sitting behind him . It was the signal for Crockta to respond . Crockta started laughing .
He knew Anor's heart . At one time, he also had that question . Of course, now he knew the answer .
Crockta replied, “Because I am afraid of dying . "
"Huh?"
Anor looked back with wide eyes . It was difficult for him to understand heading into a dangerous battlefield because of a fear of dying .
Crockta grinned . He threw out an old question, "Anor, are you living right now?"
Anor still didn't understand .
Crockta recalled old memories . They were the final words that Lenox, the great warrior, had shouted to Crockta . At that time, he had the same expression but now he could answer . He wasn't an apprentice anymore but an honorable orc warrior .
“Just because you are breathing doesn't mean you're alive, Anor!"
A look of realization appeared on Anor's face .
Crockta smiled . “Just because your body is moving doesn't mean that you are alive . I fight to be truly alive . "
Anor had a bemused expression on his face . As if responding to Crockta's voice, Boro the wyvern sped up again . He moved through the wide expanse . The wind rushed past them as they headed towards Juora .
Anor grabbed Boro's neck . "In order to be truly alive…"
Now Juora was really close . They saw the collapsed walls of Juora from far away . Orcs had already entered inside . From the sky, the huge figure of the great chieftain could be seen . He was indiscriminately wielding his axe and destroying the city . A dark elf was wielding a double sword against him, but he had already lost .
The warriors started their slaughtering . The dark elves were helpless .
"Boro!"
Crockta shouted . Tiyo prepared General at the cry .
"Rush at full speed!"
In response, Boro moved even faster downhill . The goal was the great chieftain . Boro dived towards that place .
"I will descend by myself!"
Crockta got up from his spot . The great chieftain realized and raised his head . His red eyes met Crockta's .
Crockta grinned .
Boro turned his body at a breathtaking angle . Crockta didn't miss that moment as he used the gravity to fly towards the great chieftain .
A great drop!
"Bul'tarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr───!"
There was an explosion as they collided .
***
Surka moved his axe . Thanks to the shaman's power, they could deceive and infiltrate the enemy's border .
It wasn't difficult once they entered through the gate . It was sufficient to run along with the great chieftain . The great chieftain started to run rampant and the warriors followed . They were elites of the Great Clan and knew better than anyone what to do the moment the gate was broken .
"Kuaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
The great chieftain wielded his axe with a roar . The head and body of a dark elf were separated . The confused face flew through the air . The great warriors also went wild . Their eyes were red . Their boss was a monster who smashed a gate with his body and dyed the earth red in one strike .
He felt a surge of emotion . Blood was needed .
"Cough!"
Surka cut the shoulder of the dark elf who had fired an arrow at him . The dark elf fell over . Surka stepped on his face and jumped . The escaping dark elf raised his weapon . The enemy was instantly killed . The feeling of the spine being crushed was always sweet .
The dark elves were weak . The great chieftain was right . Surka smiled . The great chieftain's madness was spreading like a plague as they killed everything in their sight .
The area around the main gate of Juora started to be flooded with blood . The reinforcements from the other walls were rushing, but now there were no strong walls protecting them . There was nothing standing between the axes and the bodies .
They just faced each other . It was clear what would be broken .
“Victory!”
Surka wielded his axe towards a dark elf .
Kakang!
However, it was blocked .
“……!”
He stepped back, but the blades chased him . Surka focused . At that moment, the world slowed . He was a great warrior . A great warrior who knew he could split apart the world at this moment .
But,
"Keuak!"
The opponent's blade split apart his realm . Fast . It was too fast for him . A powerhouse . Surka twisted his body and barely avoided a mortal wound . Blood flowed from his arm . Surka retreated and stared at the opponent .
A dark elf wielding double swords . The purple eyes gazed at him without any emotion .
"You…!"
Surka tried to attack again, but the dark elf ignored the orc warrior as if he didn't care about him . He headed towards the great chieftain .
Surka's pride was hurt, but he could only watch as the great chieftain grinned at the opponent . He couldn't interrupt the great chieftain's fight .
The dark elf and great chieftain started fighting . His dual swordsmanship was brilliant . It was so fast and elaborate that the great chieftain found it hard to follow . The swords moved through the gaps and wounded the great chieftain's body .
However, the opponent was a non-standard monster, the great chieftain Calmahart . This wouldn't work on him . Despite the accumulated damage, Calmahart's madness seemed amplified as he laughed . In the end, he managed to catch the dark elf .
"Kuhahahahat!"
"Kuheook!"
“How ludicrous!"
Calmahart's fist collided with the dual wielding dark elf . He flew through the air . He had sliced Calmahart many times with his blades . Then Calmahart struck once with his fist .
However, that one blow was stronger . The great chieftain's wounds had already recovered, leaving no traces of the sword . The dark elf squirmed on the floor, unable to recover . This was the difference in power .
"Kuaaaaahhhhh!"
The great chieftain roared . The warriors were thrilled and repeated their war cry .
"For the Great Clan's victory!"
“Death to the enemies of the Great Clan!"
Then the great chieftain laughed and raised his axe to finish off the dark elf .
The moment he was about to kill the enemy…
Suddenly, the sound of the howling wind was heard .
"……?"
Surka raised his head . The wind made a rushing sound . From the distant sky above their heads, something was closing in . Incredibly fast .
Before he could figure out what it was, it had already nosedived towards them .
“……!”
Its target was the great chieftain . Gradually, it got bigger . The great chieftain was also amazed . However, it was too late . It flew from the sky and slammed into the body of the great chieftain .
At that moment, Surka heard it clearly .
'Do you know this word?'
It was the word that both Hammerchwi and Surka's father had said, "Bul'tarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr───!"
A huge explosion occurred where the great chieftain was . The orcs and dark elves stared blankly .
As dust rose from the aftermath, Surka saw it . The great chieftain was lying down . The thing that hit him was staggering up . It was the appearance of an orc warrior holding a greatsword .
'One day, it might answer you . '
Praise the Orc:
Current schedule: Next Patreon goal has been reached!! Thank you for the support . There will now be 14 chapters a week, meaning two chapters every day .
Chapter 116 – Make a Sound in the East, then Strike in the West (2)
Nameragon had a museum that recorded the history and events of the city .
There was a display of the wyvern Boro, who once terrorized the citizens of Nameragon . It was killed by the hunter Tunishi, who left his name on Nameragons history . Boro was a quick and brilliant wyvern who enjoyed hunting dark elves, unlike the wyverns who rarely attacked the cities .
Boro would invade Nameragon under the cover of night and kidnapped people for dinner . There was a huge number of victims . Nameragon invited Tunishi, a well-known hunter who had profound knowledge . He was able to kill Boro by installing traps and tracking his nest .
The identity of the wyvern was a mutant . He was much bigger than a usual wyvern and his teeth were sharp . The steel-like skin was incomparable to any wyvern . Now he was on display as a piece of Nameragons history .
Tiyo muttered to himself, “This is a wyvern right dot?
The hard skin was removed and its fierce eyes were empty . However, the magnificent skeleton still had its wings spread wide and seemed to be threatening the dark elves .
“How are you going to do this dot?
Right now, the dark elves were in an emergency state and had to use anything to counter the invasion of the orcs . So when Anor said that he would use the displayed wyvern, Mayor Radet nodded without a word .
However, Crockta and Tiyo didnt know how Anor planned to use this . They could only guess . And it surely became a reality .
Anor closed his eyes, the power of the young necromancer embracing the old skeleton . The magic power flowed in streams and captured its core . A necromancer linked life and death . The soul that left the world couldnt be restored . But the traces of the dead left behind would follow his will . There were things that remained after death .
Their grudges . Would there be such a thing in this old wyverns body?
Anor focused his mind . It was empty, but he didnt give up and persuaded the wyverns . Sometimes there would be unforgettable memories that didnt disappear, even after the wyverns death .
“……!”
The wyverns wings were shaking . The museum manager watched with shock .
Ohhh…!
“I’ve found it . ” Anor smiled .
Anor reached out his hand and the wyverns skull moved slightly . The rest of the wyvern bones started to move .
“What do you want?
Anor was no longer seeing just a pile of bones . Boro was a breathing and living wyvern . He gazed at the serene eyes of the wyvern who ate a lot of dark elves .
Anor winked . Boro made a sound that conveyed his intentions to Anor . It was what the wyvern wanted . Anor nodded . He would do what the wyvern wanted .
“Crockta . Tiyo . Jump .
“G-Get on this dot? I think my bum will…
It will be okay .
Anor was well aware of the experience due to being a friend of Third Dragon . Drakes and wyverns were different from horses . There was no need for a saddle because they didnt shake up and down .
Boro responded to Anors resurrection magic and stepped forward . The museum started shaking . It was a magnificent spectacle . Boro moved his head . He looked around the museum where he was confined before glancing up at the glass ceiling . Towards the blue expanse .
Crockta asked the museum director to get a thick cloth and rope . The cloth was placed over the bones and tired with the rope . Anor, Crockta, and Tiyo then got on Boros back .
“Excuse me…”
The museum director opened his mouth with much difficulty and asked, “Why inside…?
Thats right . Why were they riding Boro here?
Anor grinned . “Because we are going right now .
Huh?
Boros wings started to move . The bones that made up his body started to slowly rise . A gust of wind struck the museum director . Boro sprang from the floor and flew towards the sky . The glass ceiling was instantly broken by the body .
Wahh! The scream of the museum director was heard from below, but they didnt care .
Boro flew into the sky . The wide expanse . It was his dream . He wanted to soar in the blue sky once again .
“Let’s go, Boro .
Boro made a loud sound . He didnt have any vocal organs but they seemed to hear the roar of a wyvern . Then the wyvern started to fly south, towards Juora . The air was torn apart . Boro quickly moved through the sky .
“Ohhhh! I dot! The sky dot! Crockta! Were flying!
“Kulkulkul, why are you such a hillbilly? Youre acting like its the first time youre flying or something .
What, what dot? Youve never flown in the sky before either! How would you get into the sky dot?
“There is such a thing .
Dont lie dot!
“Rural gnome…
“You cant get away with that remark dot! This is species discrimination, discrimination! Besides, Quantes is a city!
Crockta started laughing . Of course, it was different . Sitting in a plane was completely different from feeling the wind directly brush against his skin . Besides, he had friends next to him .
Crockta grinned . He wouldnt let Juora fall to ruin .
Crockta, Tiyo . Then Anor opened his mouth, “Can I ask one thing?
Of course .
“What is it dot?
“Why are the two of you going so far as to fight against the great chieftain?
Anor first met them in the Luklan Mountains . At the time, the orc and gnome had protected the Luklan Mountains from the Great Clan . He helped Nuridot by defeating the orcs of the Great Clan . Crockta gave advice to Anor about the bullying and after Nuridot, he rescued Nameragon . Crockta was able to defend Emeranian by fighting alone against all the orcs . Zelkian, the leader of the dark elves, trusted him .
They were an orc and gnome, and right now the dark elves were the ones in need . If they wanted to live comfortably, they could . However, they came to this hard and inhospitable place and helped people .
Tiyo delayed his search for his father while Crockta turned the orcs into his enemies .
The great chieftain was strong . A fearsome monster . Anor wanted to know what made them fight to the end against such a being .
“The question is wrong dot .
Huh?
“We know why we are doing it, and you do as well . The whole world knows that the great chieftain is crazy .
Ah…
Anor realized .
It wasnt why . It was how . How couldnt a strong and righteous man fight for what he believed in?
“Huhu, you have the chance to ask again dot . This wont come twice .
Anor held Boros neck tightly and asked again . He heard Tiyos reply and became more curious .
“Then, how can you fight so hard?
Why struggle for their lives? Instead of answering, Tiyo knocked on Crockta who was sitting behind him . It was the signal for Crockta to respond . Crockta started laughing .
He knew Anors heart . At one time, he also had that question . Of course, now he knew the answer .
Crockta replied, “Because I am afraid of dying .
Huh?
Anor looked back with wide eyes . It was difficult for him to understand heading into a dangerous battlefield because of a fear of dying .
Crockta grinned . He threw out an old question, Anor, are you living right now?
Anor still didnt understand .
Crockta recalled old memories . They were the final words that Lenox, the great warrior, had shouted to Crockta . At that time, he had the same expression but now he could answer . He wasnt an apprentice anymore but an honorable orc warrior .
“Just because you are breathing doesnt mean youre alive, Anor!
A look of realization appeared on Anors face .
Crockta smiled . “Just because your body is moving doesnt mean that you are alive . I fight to be truly alive .
Anor had a bemused expression on his face . As if responding to Crocktas voice, Boro the wyvern sped up again . He moved through the wide expanse . The wind rushed past them as they headed towards Juora .
Anor grabbed Boros neck . In order to be truly alive…
Now Juora was really close . They saw the collapsed walls of Juora from far away . Orcs had already entered inside . From the sky, the huge figure of the great chieftain could be seen . He was indiscriminately wielding his axe and destroying the city . A dark elf was wielding a double sword against him, but he had already lost .
The warriors started their slaughtering . The dark elves were helpless .
Boro!
Crockta shouted . Tiyo prepared General at the cry .
Rush at full speed!
In response, Boro moved even faster downhill . The goal was the great chieftain . Boro dived towards that place .
I will descend by myself!
Crockta got up from his spot . The great chieftain realized and raised his head . His red eyes met Crocktas .
Crockta grinned .
Boro turned his body at a breathtaking angle . Crockta didnt miss that moment as he used the gravity to fly towards the great chieftain .
A great drop!
Bultarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr───!
There was an explosion as they collided .
***
Surka moved his axe . Thanks to the shamans power, they could deceive and infiltrate the enemys border .
It wasnt difficult once they entered through the gate . It was sufficient to run along with the great chieftain . The great chieftain started to run rampant and the warriors followed . They were elites of the Great Clan and knew better than anyone what to do the moment the gate was broken .
Kuaaaaaaaaaaaah!
The great chieftain wielded his axe with a roar . The head and body of a dark elf were separated . The confused face flew through the air . The great warriors also went wild . Their eyes were red . Their boss was a monster who smashed a gate with his body and dyed the earth red in one strike .
He felt a surge of emotion . Blood was needed .
Cough!
Surka cut the shoulder of the dark elf who had fired an arrow at him . The dark elf fell over . Surka stepped on his face and jumped . The escaping dark elf raised his weapon . The enemy was instantly killed . The feeling of the spine being crushed was always sweet .
The dark elves were weak . The great chieftain was right . Surka smiled . The great chieftains madness was spreading like a plague as they killed everything in their sight .
The area around the main gate of Juora started to be flooded with blood . The reinforcements from the other walls were rushing, but now there were no strong walls protecting them . There was nothing standing between the axes and the bodies .
They just faced each other . It was clear what would be broken .
“Victory!”
Surka wielded his axe towards a dark elf .
Kakang!
However, it was blocked .
“……!”
He stepped back, but the blades chased him . Surka focused . At that moment, the world slowed . He was a great warrior . A great warrior who knew he could split apart the world at this moment .
But,
Keuak!
The opponents blade split apart his realm . Fast . It was too fast for him . A powerhouse . Surka twisted his body and barely avoided a mortal wound . Blood flowed from his arm . Surka retreated and stared at the opponent .
A dark elf wielding double swords . The purple eyes gazed at him without any emotion .
You…!
Surka tried to attack again, but the dark elf ignored the orc warrior as if he didnt care about him . He headed towards the great chieftain .
Surkas pride was hurt, but he could only watch as the great chieftain grinned at the opponent . He couldnt interrupt the great chieftains fight .
The dark elf and great chieftain started fighting . His dual swordsmanship was brilliant . It was so fast and elaborate that the great chieftain found it hard to follow . The swords moved through the gaps and wounded the great chieftains body .
However, the opponent was a non-standard monster, the great chieftain Calmahart . This wouldnt work on him . Despite the accumulated damage, Calmaharts madness seemed amplified as he laughed . In the end, he managed to catch the dark elf .
Kuhahahahat!
Kuheook!
“How ludicrous!
Calmaharts fist collided with the dual wielding dark elf . He flew through the air . He had sliced Calmahart many times with his blades . Then Calmahart struck once with his fist .
However, that one blow was stronger . The great chieftains wounds had already recovered, leaving no traces of the sword . The dark elf squirmed on the floor, unable to recover . This was the difference in power .
Kuaaaaahhhhh!
The great chieftain roared . The warriors were thrilled and repeated their war cry .
For the Great Clans victory!
“Death to the enemies of the Great Clan!
Then the great chieftain laughed and raised his axe to finish off the dark elf .
The moment he was about to kill the enemy…
Suddenly, the sound of the howling wind was heard .
……?
Surka raised his head . The wind made a rushing sound . From the distant sky above their heads, something was closing in . Incredibly fast .
Before he could figure out what it was, it had already nosedived towards them .
“……!”
Its target was the great chieftain . Gradually, it got bigger . The great chieftain was also amazed . However, it was too late . It flew from the sky and slammed into the body of the great chieftain .
At that moment, Surka heard it clearly .
Do you know this word?
It was the word that both Hammerchwi and Surkas father had said, Bultarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr───!
A huge explosion occurred where the great chieftain was . The orcs and dark elves stared blankly .
As dust rose from the aftermath, Surka saw it . The great chieftain was lying down . The thing that hit him was staggering up . It was the appearance of an orc warrior holding a greatsword .
One day, it might answer you .
Praise the Orc:
Current schedule: Next Patreon goal has been reached!! Thank you for the support . There will now be 14 chapters a week, meaning two chapters every day .
