Dark Fantasy: Magical Eye Knight – Chapter 114

Chapter 114: Orcs (5)

TL: Potato-tan

Proofreader: Asianpotato

 

The soldiers and mercenaries either ran away or killed the monsters, freeing them from the spell. However, some monsters were unavoidable.

 

━Woo-woo-woo!

 

A giant, standing between two and three meters tall, roared and drooled. He had a large head, long arms that extended below his knees, green, bumpy skin, and a protruding belly.

 

He was a troll, one of the monsters within the Green Skin category, along with goblins and orcs. He was a monster with a high level of regeneration, even within the category of monsters that possess regenerative abilities, such as the werewolf.

 

Some of the smaller trolls who had been under the spell crawled into the forest, but one of them, who had reached adulthood, swung the wooden club in his hand and ran amok.

 

“Run, run!”

 

“Fall back! Don’t get in range, fall back!”

 

“Knights, where are the knights?!”

 

Soldiers and mercenaries scrambled back from the troll’s rampage. However, the troll closed the distance with his log-like legs, leaping and chasing after the soldiers.

 

A sound resembling air splitting, ‘whoosh’, and then a crushing sound, ’pa-ba-bak’, followed. The club struck soldiers, causing their bodies to explode and scatter into the air.

 

“Hieee. . .!”

 

“Save me, save me! Aaaagh!”

 

The shattered corpses’ remains rained down on the monsters and soldiers. The monsters, covered in red blood and crimson intestines, roared, and the soldiers collapsed, shitting and pissing themselves.

 

For ordinary people, trolls are unbeatable monsters. Not only do they possess incredible strength, but their ability to regenerate instantly, even after injury, renders them formidable foes.

 

“W, What? Hey! Didn’t you hear me tell you to fall back?”

 

“H, Hold on a sec. That guy?”

 

Of course, none of that mattered to Russell.

 

“It’s been a while.”

 

“Guruk?”

 

Russell stood in front of the troll. The path he had walked was littered with the corpses of deceased monsters. The people he had saved stood there, staring blankly at him.

 

Russell, unarmed, looked up at the troll.

 

“Grrr.”

 

“You can’t speak, it seems. Well, that one back then was a bit of an oddball.”

 

“Kwaa-aaak!”

 

Not liking the way Russell was calmly speaking, the troll roared and brought down his wooden club. Russell, who had been standing still, slowly raised his arm.

 

Strangely, Russell’s hand had already reached the club, even though it appeared to be moving too slowly compared to the club’s rapid descent.

 

His senses perceived a moment. Warm and cold air swirled across the battlefield, the dew of the morning and its red hue, the forward-stepping left foot and leg, and the solidity emanating from the right leg supporting the back.

 

Russell’s hand, elbow, shoulder, waist, and legs all felt the shock from the club before it reached the ground. His body had no impact.

 

His hand moved slowly and gently, changing the course of the wooden club.

 

Kwaang!

 

Russell’s light gesture channeled the club’s power in a new direction, striking the ground just a step away. The perpetrator embodied an extreme moment, imperceptible to both sight and perception, as the power dispersed and twisted.

 

The soldiers and mercenaries’ eyes widened, and their mouths gaped open. The troll directed its blinking eyes at Russell.

 

“What are you looking at, punk?”

 

Because he was holding the club with both hands and bringing it down, the troll’s waist and head were quite low. In other words, Russell’s fist was in the perfect spot to strike.

 

Pwak!

 

The troll’s head spun half a turn away from Russell’s fist, which flew straight at him. As bones broke, a bone-chilling sound echoed: 

 

“Grrr-ruk, Gra-aak. . . . . .”

 

The troll, who had dropped his club, staggered back. His vision was almost to the point where he could see behind him. He had completely shattered and dislocated his spinal cord and neck bones. Even a troll would have difficulty regenerating that quickly.

 

Russell clenched his fist again as he strode towards the troll, who was raising his arm to touch his neck. Even after facing Jadmu, his magic flowed relentlessly, focusing on his right arm.

 

Magic transformed into lightning, materializing a white-blue vortex through his right fist and forearm.

 

Pa-tsuts!

 

Russell’s glowing fist struck the troll’s body.

 

Kwaang!

 

With a deafening sound, the troll’s body exploded. It was not a metaphor. It literally exploded into pieces.

 

The shock of the giant body exploding pushed out fan-shaped air, or “whoosh”. Torn flesh and intestines, along with broken bone fragments, soared into the air, and blood poured out like a waterfall.

 

The force of the troll’s broken bones knocked down the monsters behind them, leaving holes in their bodies.

 

Russell killed the monster that the Latham territory troops and mercenaries had been struggling with in one shot. Leaving behind the dumbfounded people, Russell immediately found another troll and smashed it to pieces.

 

Fueled by that overwhelming feat, the soldiers, who had been hesitant, once again raised their spears and shields and charged.

 

“Dragonslayer! Dragonslayer! Dragonslayer!”

 

“The dragonslayer is protecting us! Fight back!”

 

“For the territory!”

 

With a morale so high it could be considered lofty, the soldiers charged their spears and swords, causing the monsters to scream and eventually die. The excited mercenaries, due to the battle, also charged repeatedly, as if they couldn’t even feel the pain of their wounds.

 

Russell looked around the battlefield with his magic eyes.

 

The fierce battle was waning. The biggest flames were initially ignited by Russell and Kai.

 

Russell was killing monsters everywhere, and Kai was leading the Uruk, who had returned to their orc form, saving people.

 

“W, What is this?”

 

A young mercenary, whose head had almost been torn off by a demon beast, looked up from the ground. A brown-skinned orc, panting heavily after defeating the demon beast, stared at the mercenary.

 

When he saw the young mercenary trying to pick up the sword that had fallen next to him, the brown orc reached out his hand.

 

“. . . . . .”

 

Hands stained with blood and sweat pulled each other up.

 

That was happening in many places. As the brown orcs, who had regained their sanity with Vulcan’s divine power, sided with the humans, the monsters died at an even faster rate.

 

Seeing Russell and Kai active on the battlefield, Lord Tatiana immediately gathered all the soldiers except for the security forces and advanced. It was because he thought that, if not now, he could disrupt the plans of the monsters, demon beasts, and orcs that were outside the Latham territory.

 

That thought was right. Russell’s unexpected intrusion suddenly threw the orc forces, demon beasts, and monsters that had been besieging the outside of the Latham territory since dawn into battle without proper formation.

 

Furthermore, the appearance of Kai, the champion who worshipped the Orc’s tribal god, was also a huge variable for the Orc tribes who were trying to invade the territory.

 

This disruption also affected the plan to use the uruks to reduce orc casualties.

 

Therefore, from Russell’s perspective, the power structure on the battlefield constituted a three-way conflict. The orcs, along with the demon beasts and monsters, continued to maintain control. Russell and his party. And the Latham territory troops.

 

The orc tribe, which had been far ahead in terms of numbers, was now noticeably smaller. Due to unexpected variables, the war that had broken out suddenly seemed to be ending quickly, just like its beginning.

 

“Aah-k!”

 

“Kuh-huk!”

 

Russell’s gaze focused on a single spot.

 

The chaotic flow of mana swirling in the sky was headed in one direction. Orcs were burning dark magi in that area.

 

Their momentum was ominous, as it appeared that they had been conserving their strength up until now. The orc riders, mounted on giant wolves and dire wolves, swung their swords, axes, hammers, and spears, engulfed in dark magi, and instantly disrupted the formation.

 

“Khaa-aa-aaab!”

 

At that moment, there was a red group facing the orc riders, who were charging forward like thunderbolts. Kai and the orcs have the same skin color. The ones who had returned from uruks to orcs.

 

Many had not been rescued, so out of the hundred or so Uruk, only forty to fifty had returned to Orc, but it was still a number that could not be ignored.

 

“Snap out of it, brothers! Don’t sell your souls to the devil!”

 

“Kuaak!”

 

Kai and the brown orcs shouted, but the orcs, already consumed by magi, did not return to their senses.

 

“Vul-can!”

 

Kai, who was facing the dark orcs, shouted and raised his fist high before slamming it into the ground.

 

Surprisingly, the ground didn’t shatter, but instead, Vulcan’s divine power rose like a wave, spreading out in concentric circles. The dark magi burned in that divine power, and the orcs, who had embraced the devil’s power, screamed along with the burning magi.

 

There was no way to save the orcs, whose magi had already reached their bone marrow. Kai raised his fist, glowing red with divine power. He personally took the lives of the orcs who were suffering.

 

Kai was now blocking the orcs affected by magi’s poisoning. Latham territory’s troops and mercenaries were wiping out the demon beasts and monsters. Lord Tatiana and a large, nameless orc were at the forefront.

 

It seemed that the soldiers didn’t find it strange that the large orc was fighting alongside them, as if they had already spoken.

 

The only ones left were the orcs’ shamans, as well as the great shaman Kelpag.

 

Russell focused his magic on his eyes, causing his purple magic eyes to scatter a bright light. There were no monsters around him, either. In fact, he was in the middle of them.

 

However, no monster could even touch his coat’s hem. A giant, white, single-edged axe, Final Frost, was now in his hand, emitting a majestic frost.

 

Ska-ga-ga-gak!

 

Demon beasts, resembling hyenas and bears, shattered into fragments as they rushed towards him, froze, and then collapsed to the ground.

 

His slow walk soon became a run. The more he ran, the more the demon beast hordes swarmed him. Russell ran, like a small toothpick, towards the waves that were crashing down.

 

The waves were split, frozen, and shattered by the toothpick. Russell ran across the battlefield, almost as if he were passing it.

 

The greatest enemy, captured by his magic eyes, was revealing itself.

 

🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷

 

There was a giant there.

 

“Uaa-aaah!”

 

The wind pressure swept Aellasis away as she narrowly avoided the giant’s fist. Calia barely managed to hug Aellasis, and she retreated.

 

The fist, which had missed its target, struck the ground.

 

Kwaa-rru-ru-rung-!

 

The overwhelming violence instantly silenced the noise of the battlefield. The shock wave from the fist that the 6-meter-tall ogre had struck swept across the earth.

 

The ogre devastated everything within a 40-meter radius. The ogre’s punch pushed everything that had been there moments ago away from its center.

 

Those who were close were simply impossible to identify. Only red bloodstains were a sign that something had been there. It was impossible to tell if it was a human, an orc, or a monster.

 

“Cough, cough!”

 

Calia’s arms held Aellasis, who had barely survived.

 

Calia patted Aellasis’s back and glared at the thick dust. The silhouette of a giant loomed above the dust and dirt. Then, at some point, the dust settled down.

 

“It’s black! T, This is what. . . . . .!”

 

Aellasis, who had been coughing, let out a suppressed voice. She couldn’t even breathe properly due to the pressure that was pressing down on her. Then, Calia’s magic pushed back that pressure, creating a round shield. Only then did Aellasis’s breathing become easier.

 

“. . . . . .They’ve tamed a great monster. Although it is a distant descendant, it is still worthy of being called a giant.”

 

The ogre began to move, making a heavy stomping sound. The giant’s exposed body was like a well-crafted suit of armor. The large head looked small compared to the broader shoulders, and below it were long arms and legs with a slender waist compared to the torso.

 

Although it lacked any magic or magi, its inherent momentum was immense. To face him, Calia transformed her leather clothes into armor.

 

“The brighter the light shines, the deeper the shadow will be.”

 

With an ancient spell, her shadow swelled in size and instantly turned the vast earth black. The ogre was also in the vicinity.

 

The giant, who had appeared but hadn’t spoken a word or let out a roar, quietly stood and looked around.

 

The shadow itself moved towards the ogre, becoming a large mouth and biting off its lower body. Not stopping there, black tentacles rose, bound the ogre’s arms, neck, and shoulders, and pulled it towards them.

 

At the same time, Calia raised one hand, and the blood flowing on the battlefield rose up with her will, becoming red spears.

 

“Enta-li-du.”

 

They uttered the trigger word and shot the red thorns at the bound ogre.

 

The ogre instantly became like a hedgehog, with red thorns sticking out. But Calia’s expression wasn’t good, with one hand on the ground and the other pointing at the ogre.

 

“It’s not easy,”

 

Kwu-ung-!

 

A sound that shook the space exploded, and gray fog spread out from the giant as a center. The shadow magic that had sealed the ogre sank into the earth, and the red thorns turned to ash.

 

The giant wave, with a momentum that was incomparable to before, swept across the battlefield.

 

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