Chapter 192
Chapter 192
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 192
Chapter Title: Ten Thousand Slayer (3)
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‘Nice.’
Earning 1.3 times the experience during the quest was great, but the quest rewards were even better.
Rare items or experience points were whatever, but the guaranteed +1 level reward? That was the real honey.
Rokan’s current situation was such that even slaughtering dozens of master-level monsters wouldn’t fill his experience bar noticeably.
A level-up in that state? It was way better than holing up for days grinding hunts.
‘Level up and tip the scales of war. Perfect.’
Raising to high master right away was impossible, but since focused leveling would only be feasible after Kazantia stabilized, Rokan was plenty satisfied.
“They must be losing their minds.”
The battle was sure to be fierce. Contributions determined the cutoff, but a unique-grade dwarf-made weapon was on the line.
Considering it matched a class expert’s upper tier, it’d cost at least thousands of gold, so even guilds that had been laying low would swarm in.
“This’ll be a real war.”
And one more thing. The orcs, hearing about this side’s moves, would surely react somehow.
Whether NPCs scouted it first or users with high-level NPC ties relayed it, they’d sense the unusual activity and prepare.
Orcs were infamous not just for their powerful physiques, but their insane numbers.
If they got serious, they could muster not hundreds or thousands like before, but tens of thousands—maybe hundreds.
Rokan grinned in satisfaction.
The more enemies, the better he could rampage, earning more experience and loot.
‘And achievements.’
Most importantly, achievements.
Rokan was after special titles only available in war, which required hordes of foes.
Sure, others might snag them.
But that was unlikely. They’d need titles specialized in crowds like his, plus the power to handle them.
Rokan’s eyes gleamed slyly.
[Golden Lion faction users massing at Lumaric Castle!]
[Orc great tribes assembling at Tchilaman Fortress too!]
In a normal war, they’d stockpile supplies and troops quietly, but with users around, the buildup at the two bases couldn’t be hidden.
Users took quests, led troops, hauled goods to bases, and teleported nonstop for the siege and defense.
It might be the first massive siege, drawing all high-level users’ eyes.
Over ten thousand level 250+ users per base.
“Wow, were there this many high-level users?”
Such reactions were natural.
The Lord’s maps were vast beyond words, fields huge and plentiful. Add public and hidden dungeons, and even these numbers felt short.
‘Still, decent turnout.’
Rokan’s assessment was a bit harsh.
This was just solid. If truly mobilized, it could hit 40-50k, or over 100k at level 200+.
So this “ten thousand high-level users” clash was more like a probe.
“The gates are opening!”
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
Even just the dwarf troops marching out showed it.
Fifty thousand class expert dwarves, slamming shields as they advanced.
[All Thousand Commanders, begin unit movement.]
[Fail to reach destination in time, and quest fails with penalties.]
Simultaneously, the temporary Thousand Commander title on the top ten highest-level quest users activated.
“Unit message. Moving out.”
Naturally, Rokan was one.
Solo was easier, but the title didn’t split kills, so he endured the hassle.
The march began. A mini-map unfolded, green dots marking unit members. Rokan followed the NPC dwarf unit.
To achieve his goals, he had to fight first, kill most.
He planned to join every skirmish.
“Stragglers get left. Keep up.”
[Kalgal: Whoa, cold as ice. Gonna slice us.]
[Dwep: Quit whining and stick close. We’re in, honey’s guaranteed, heh heh!]
[Pano: Shut it. You haven’t fought here. Orcs are beasts. Slack off, and it’s not honey—we get wrecked.]
Rokan’s charismatic line lit up unit chat.
They bantered but hurried to stick to him, green dots clustering fast.
‘Let’s see how ready they are.’
Rokan turned off unit chat notifications.
To avoid spam, he made the window semi-transparent, shoved it aside, accelerated to match the vanguard dwarves.
“Oh, it’s you. Feeling confident today?”
“Heh, what’s the point of words?”
“Ha! This axe’ll say it all. Talk’s cheap.”
The friendly dwarf was Etchi, the high master who’d fought beside him against the ancient emperor.
Different tiers—master vs. high master—but that battle earned respect, hence the camaraderie.
Dwarf Friend title, fame, and rep helped too.
“Etchi stepping up means dwarves are taking this seriously.”
“Of course. This is our key base, gateway to their camp. Snag Tchilaman Fortress, and attack routes diversify, next bases easier.”
Rokan played friendly too, to pry info.
Etchi, already chummy, spilled easily. Rokan kept chatting, mining details en route.
“We’re here.”
After marching far, they faced the orc legions waiting for open battle.
“Kehgel, gotta respect enemy grit.”
Orcs weren’t hunkered in the fortress. They camped kilometers out on the plain, awaiting the dwarves.
Turtling didn’t fit orc creed.
Ditch the ant-trap fortress; fight warrior-style on open field!
Classic orc thinking.
Why orc fights were tough.
“Whole army, battle ready!”
Etchi’s roar froze the plain.
Vigilance, zeal, anxiety, fear mixed into eerie silence.
“Come on!”
Orcs broke it.
Their high master leader bellowed, heating the cold field fast.
Fighting spirit blazed, charging them.
“Fine, here we go!”
Rokan too.
He roared back, leaped high, summoned Kai mid-air, soared deep into enemy lines, crashed down fearless.
“Krahat! Still a blood-pumping guy. I’ll take him. Rampage free!”
But Rokan didn’t land near elites.
He’d told Etchi he’d thin ranks over matching masters/high masters, sparing allies. Etchi and dwarf elites filled the gap, facing orc elites.
Fitting for a dwarf war.
‘Heh heh heh! Perfect.’
Rokan rampaged freely.
“Wheel Wind!”
No berserk though. Short burst? Maybe. But this was tens of thousands clashing.
Whirlwind Incarnate could drop hundreds quick, but now was for prolonged war.
Save berserk and incarnation; stick to basics, creation skills, combos, butchering orcs.
“You! Fight me!”
Thwack!
A bold orc warrior’s head split sideways. Battle axe, empowered by Wheel Wind, sliced easy.
Overwhelming power, no hesitation!
Normal foes would freeze in spinal terror, but these were orc warriors.
Aggressive, thrill-seeking, they turned Rokan’s aura to ecstasy, charging moth-to-flame.
To them, such death was honor, glory. Charges endless.
[Continuous 100 kills achieved!]
[Continuous 200 kills achieved!]
[Continuous 300 kills achieved!]
Rokan’s kill alerts nonstop.
Master+ warriors tangled with dwarf peers; none to stop him.
His breakthrough absurd, power insane, but they misjudged: he’d crumble under numbers soon.
‘Insane, this is insane!’
Rokan reveled in surging power, skyrocketing attack/defense.
Several titles boosted with more enemies.
[Title Tyrant deletes nearby enemy faction legion buffs.]
[Title Tyrant: All stats +15%.]
[Title Tyrant: Attack/defense vs enemy faction NPCs +15%.]
[Title Tyrant: Attack/defense rise with nearby enemy numbers. Current: 50%.]
Crown jewel: epic title Tyrant.
With this, Rokan wouldn’t get farmed helplessly in their midst.