The main camp was commanded by the red-skinned goblin commander. Every minute, his subordinates have been conveying the message from the battlefield. Furthermore, they had interaction with those individuals, according to a message he had gotten from them.However, there has been no good news since that communication. Actually, the goblin commander anticipated that the little group of humans would be smothered by the army he had dispatched and would soon be vanquished.But according to the word he had received, the goblin footmen had all been wiped off and the humans had easily defeated them with mystical powers.Even the goblin shamans, who could bring any strong dungeon monster to its knees, were rendered useless since one of the adventurers had been reported to possess a skill that neutralized all of their curses.The commander of the goblins exited the camp. Bursts of light would occasionally appear, followed by the cries and screams of his subordinates, and he could roughly make o
“State your name, Goblin.”Hearing the human talk so lightly of him fueled the goblin commander's wrath. He immediately saw why his men had suffered such a dismal defeat as he stormed into the frontlines.The terrifying poison rain that seemed to turn any regular goblin into a crippled goblin was a terrifying sight. If it had been normal poison, it would not have been a problem because poison would take some time to take effect and the affected goblins might continue to advance during that period.Death frightened no goblin.However, he found this poison to be horrifying and distasteful.The bodies of the four goblin leaders, whom he had personally chosen and raised for many years, lay at the war hog's feet.The only reason the goblin commander could maintain his composure was that he was aware that these four commanders had met their demise at the hands of the enemy and not to foul play. The disparity in skill levels was clear, yet there was no foul play.He turned to look at the gob
Ice Demon City"I'm finished with the traps." I turned to face the mountain and its surrounding greenery. I've set up so many traps here that a trained magician would be astounded if they scanned the whole forest and mountain.Of course, none of them had been poisoned in advance. So that I don't completely ruin this area of the forest, I still need to get a more gentle poison.My city requires what this portion of the forest supplies, and since the Cyclops tribe was using this part of the forest to reach my city, they should have already proclaimed it safe."So the next step is for me to arm my army."I transmitted my consciousness to the system's storage. I had taken a ton of gear from the Azure Dragon family, including armour and weapons.But I must watch out that I don't supply my troops with equipment that will be extremely difficult to operate. If someone uses a magic weapon without first assessing his own mana, the magic sword will leave him half-dead from a lack of mana, which
"Who exactly is it?" Richard yelled fiercely.A woman who appeared to be unresponsive and was simply letting the man do as he pleased was lying beneath his obese, naked body.Even though she did pass out under Richard's weight, it was safe to assume that this act was voluntary because she still had a look of pleasure and bliss on her face."I have a very important letter, chief!""Tch. Is there anything more essential than spending time with my wife? Get out!"Two hands grasped Richard's head, spun his head, and asked, "Dear, why did you stop? Continue." The woman's voice was both enticing and adorable."Don't be concerned, Dear. I have plenty of energy left. We can do this all day!" Richard bravely exclaimed. But he had reached his breaking point.Moving his massive body back and forth was much more exhausting, and his legs were beginning to ache."I knew you could pull it off. If you work hard enough, I may just grant you another child. Muah!""Another child? Dear, we already have n
"Do you believe the effects of this spell are comparable to those of an advanced spell?" Richard inquired solemnly. "Hmm. Not exactly. As you can see, only the criminals' exterior wounds have been healed. "An advanced-grade spell could have healed even internal injuries, and those criminals would have awoken right away," the wizard explained."However, despite the fact that it is not an advanced spell, this is unquestionably one of the best intermediate-grade spells on the market right now!"After hearing the mage's remarks, Richard couldn't help but tremble. This spell's potency is comparable to the finest intermediate-level spell.Furthermore, this scroll was considerably easier to make.And now he could reproduce as many as he wanted.But Richard remembered the words in the letter. ‘If you manage to do these things, I will grant you exclusive rights to an intermediate-grade spell.’ His mind kept coming back to the words "intermediate grade." It was only a simple low-level spell
Nero's eyes were enveloped in a brilliant red glare as he sailed above the Endless Forest. He slipped his wings into the abundant clouds, happy with the traps he had set."Master, do you want to see what I'm seeing?"The motions of an army were reflected in Nero's eyes. He would have destroyed this small army to the ground if it hadn't been for his master's orders."Alright," I replied.My eyes instantly blazed white and took on the appearance of a dragon, precisely like Nero's. A short while afterwards, I was able to see the world from a different angle. The mountain range, the woods below, and the clouds were all visible to me."Move." I gave the order.Nero took off in the direction of the beast men's camp atop the mountain. His gaze scanned the surroundings, taking care not to miss even the smallest details.Finally, the beast race's encampment appeared. Beastmen, particularly cyclops, were wandering around armed to the teeth. The Cyclops were not like the ones who had previously
The battle was already lost for the goblins the minute Ragnuk perished. Ragnuk was their most powerful fighter, and until the Demon King himself arrived, no one else could vanquish the four humans.The countless goblins who had been fighting valiantly on the frontlines dispersed and fled in a flurry.Eliza and the others did not go after them. They were also worn out because the combat had lasted for several hours and their mana supplies were depleted.Although it didn't appear to be a difficult battle for them, the outcome might not have been so lopsided if Ragnuk had been able to hold off Eliza for at least an additional hour.A wizard without mana was as useless as a common person, and an archer without arrows or the mana to make them was just an average soldier.And a swordsman lacking mana or stamina was no better than a crippled warrior."Eliza!" Eliza had settled herself on the ground when Elia ran over to her."How are things going on your end?" In a groggy voice, Eliza inquir
"What a pity." Rage clicked his tongue and entered the camp, his body sliding through the barriers as if they weren't there.Gildar and Anthony's expressions were dreary within the tent.The mission assigned to them was not simple."So what will we receive in exchange for finishing the assignment that your supervisor assigned us?" Gildar inquired.Although he had previously made several bargains with the demons, most of them were as straightforward as assassinating an officer of the empire or even a certain boss inside a dungeon.Due to their cooperative relationship with the demons, they had the option of choosing not to complete the assignment as well.So the demons' willingness to reward him would be the deciding element in his decision to engage in this assignment."Each of the participating heroes received an awakening core." Having a smirk on his face, the demon spokesman spoke comfortably.Even he was envious that his bosses had opted to award awakening cores for doing such a l
"Hey! Why should we listen to a brat like you?" The interjection came from the back of the crowd, a young soldier, his face flushed with anger, his eyes blazing with defiance. The rest of the soldiers turned to stare, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.A genuine smile spread across my face. Finally, someone had the audacity to speak up. A flicker of satisfaction ignited within me. This was exactly what I had been hoping for, wasn't it? Didn't this feel like the natural order of things?I had anticipated this moment from the very beginning. There was no way these esteemed scions of nobility and battle-hardened knights would meekly submit to the commands of a mere child. The moment I was elected commander of one of the three mighty armies, I knew this tension would inevitably arise. After all, who among these talented warriors would willingly follow a teenager with little to boast of in terms of accomplishments? And let's not forget the shadow of my less-than-st
Ladia couldn't help but castigate herself for her lapse in judgment. How had she not seen it before? If the involvement of the magic towers would significantly aid the Empire, then the impact of the very person who had defeated the magicians of the tower participating would be monumental.The princess's heart thrummed with the realization, chiding herself for taking so long to come to this epiphany. Was Ethan's proposal the correct course of action or not? She no longer dwelled on the question.With a steely gaze, Ladia announced, "I have reached a verdict."The room fell silent as all eyes turned to the princess. The final decision lay in her hands, and she was ready to reveal it. The anticipation hung heavy in the air, and Ladia took a deep breath before continuing. "I have decided to accept Ethan's proposal."A murmur of surprise rippled through the room, but Ladia held up her hand for silence. "I believe that Ethan's plan, with a few modifications, is the best course of action for
My suggestion ignited a firestorm of debate among the upper echelons of the capital. The princess convened her officials in the grand throne room, where the air was thick with tension and uncertainty as they deliberated their next course of action. Ultimately, the march toward the City of Aran was postponed by a full day, a delay that weighed heavily on everyone present. The officials found themselves divided, caught between two stark choices: should they attempt to reclaim the nearby City of Aran from the Beast Kingdom, or should they focus their efforts on retaking the more strategically significant City of Northfall?"But, Your Majesty," one of the officials interjected, his voice rising above the murmurs of the assembly, "as we stand now, we cannot afford to risk an attack on the Northfall Fortress! I have heard reports that the beastmen have fortified their walls and laid even more traps to ensnare us! If we allow this farce to continue, we will be nothing more than lambs led to
A chill snaked down Ryle's spine. Ethan's suggestion hung in the air, heavy and suffocating, like a shroud woven from despair. To attack City of Aran, a fortress city now bristling with tens of thousands of Beast Kingdom soldiers, felt like a declaration of utter annihilation. Even Lance, their most valiant commander, had fallen captive within its walls.Ryle's brow creased into a deep furrow. He, too, was a commander of the Initiation Army, a man who had tasted the bitterness of defeat and the sting of loss. He couldn't fathom how Ethan, this newly appointed leader, could so blithely propose a course of action that reeked of self-destruction."I cannot, in good conscience, agree with your plan," Ryle stated, his voice laced with a mixture of disbelief and frustration. "As we stand now, attacking Northfall City is a fool's errand, a suicide mission. We are scattered, depleted, and outmatched. We must first rally our remaining forces, regroup along the borders, and then, and only then,
"Ryle Green, step forward!" the Royal advisor said, seeing Ryle was in a daze.Ryle coughed and stepped forward, his heart pounding with excitement as he knelt before the Princess."Ryle Green, you are hereby granted authority over fifty thousand soldiers," the Princess said, her voice like a melody that soothed the soul. "You shall be the commander of the Vanguard Army!"With a snap of her fingers, the Princess bestowed an insignia upon Ryle's shoulder, its glow of light like a beacon of hope in the face of the looming threat of the Beast Kingdom."I will crush those beastmen for you, Your Highness!" Ryle said, his voice filled with determination and resolve.The Princess smiled, her eyes filled with pride and hope. "We have faith in you, Ryle," she said. "Together, we will defeat the Beast Kingdom and restore peace to our lands."Princess Ladia nodded, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "I expect a lot from the younger generation, Ryle," she said, her voice laced with both encou
The Dwarven Kingdom, a land renowned for its glittering wealth, held its breath. The Brightwing Empire’s meager offer, a desperate plea for aid, was all they had to entice the notoriously hard-drinking mercenaries. Even if their weapons were outdated, their reputation for unmatched effectiveness in battle preceded them. Surely, that would be enough.“Your Majesty,” a guard murmured, his voice barely a tremor in the air. “They have arrived.”Princess Ladia, lost in a labyrinth of thought, startled slightly. She had wrestled with the decision for what felt like an eternity, but finally, a solution had emerged. All that remained was to face them, to meet their gaze and offer her hand in this desperate alliance.Viscount Lamiel, a man whose arrogance was only surpassed by his thirst for gold, strode into the royal garden, flanked by a legion of equally boisterous mercenaries. Princess Ladia recognized most of them – the nobles summoned by the crown, their faces etched with a mixture of g
The scene unfolded with brutal efficiency. Several soldiers, their faces grim and resolute, descended upon Drew and the other soldier, their movements swift and decisive. There was no struggle, no desperate pleas for mercy. They walked away with heads bowed, accepting their fate with a stoic silence that spoke volumes of their resignation.Ryle, his expression a mixture of weariness and amusement, ran a hand through his hair, a sigh escaping his lips. "What a waste of a perfectly good sleep," he muttered, his voice laced with a hint of exasperation. "Young men like myself need our rest, yet everyone seems determined to disrupt my slumber over such trivial matters."His gaze shifted to me, and a playful smile curved his lips. "Allow me to introduce myself," he said, extending a hand towards me. "Ryle Green, third son of Count Green, and as you might be able to tell, the future commander of this very army." He spoke with an air of unwavering confidence, his words carrying the weight of
Two soldiers from a rival camp, their boots crunching on the gravel path, happened upon the conversation. One soldier, his face contorting with barely suppressed mirth, clamped a hand over his mouth, desperately trying to stifle a chuckle. His companion, sensing the impending eruption, jabbed him in the ribs with an elbow, a silent plea for decorum. But the laughter, like a trapped spring, was too powerful to contain. Tears welled in the soldier's eyes, threatening to spill over as his shoulders shook with silent mirth. Finally, with a strangled cry, he burst into a full-blown guffaw. "Hahahaha! If it's the Young Master leading us! Hahaha! We'll be able to… Pft! Hahaha!"The sound of his uncontrolled laughter echoed through the camp, drawing curious glances from nearby soldiers. Gaston, his face a mask of confusion and irritation, turned to the source of the amusement. "Excuse me, but what's so funny?" he demanded, his voice laced with displeasure.The soldier, still gasping for br
The unyielding army of the Ice Demon City had been journeying for a considerable number of weeks, traversing a multitude of cities and towns along the way. During our sojourns, we would occasionally restock our supplies, find respite in taverns, and often in the great outdoors, before resuming our arduous trek.Given the unfortunate circumstances, we were informed that the Ice Demon City was the most distant of all cities from the capital. This reality meant that we were among the last to receive the urgent message, compelling us to join the ranks of the other nobles and their armies in the capital.It was in the fourth week of our relentless march that we finally arrived in the grand and magnificent Capital city. The journey had been long and arduous, but our determination never wavered, as we knew our presence was required in these critical times. I had already surmised that the majority of the other nobles and their forces would have already amassed in the capital, readying themse