Chapter 219
Chapter 219
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 219
Chapter Title: Orc Berserker Krokchi (1)
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“Krung, so this is Ogma?”
An orc berserker with a battle axe slung over his shoulder, as large as his own body, looked around the city with eyes full of genuine surprise.
Berserker Krokchi. He had used the orc tribe’s teleportation magic circle to travel all the way from the orc race’s capital to this central continent capital.
But no one paid him any mind.
It was commonplace for orc users who had only recently set foot on the central continent to gawk at the capital’s grandeur like country bumpkins, so people just glanced at him and moved on.
“Heh heh heh, so this is the empty house, huh?”
Amid those orcs, Krokchi grinned slyly. Thanks to the effects of Polymorph, no one recognized him.
Just in case, his main weapon—the sealed Stormwind Chain Battle Axe—had been stowed in his inventory, so it was only natural that no one knew who he was.
In his hand was a unique-grade axe bestowed upon him personally by the emperor: the Nightmare Battle Axe. The demonic figure engraved on its handle suited the Black Dragon Legion perfectly, so no one even suspected him.
“Well, who’d ever imagine someone could sneak all the way in here?”
He took a quick look around. The orcs’ capital, Ogma, was teeming with users and NPCs, but that was it. Aside from a minimal guard force, the truly elite troops—the strongest ones—had already been pulled out.
Among all the races, orcs were known as the most belligerent.
At a time when war was raging, it didn’t suit the orcs’ temperament to just sit around in the rear. Not to mention the Orc Lord.
The troll chieftain Kyarus possessed a different kind of strength, but that guy was already rampaging on the front lines.
“Then let’s get to raiding this empty house.”
In the background was the fact that each race’s capital was located in such a deeply remote area.
A place impossible to reach without being detected.
A stronghold better fortified and reinforced than any outpost, with plenty of defensive troops.
That’s why they could rampage on the front lines without a worry that their capital might be attacked.
But what happens when that assumption crumbles?
Rokan’s eyes gleamed like a snake’s.
“First up… this place.”
After scanning the entire city, the first place Krokchi headed to was none other than the teleportation magic circle. If he didn’t destroy it first, the orc elites might teleport back in a flash.
Even for Rokan, taking on the Orc Lord right now would be too much.
Cutting off their routes was the start and the key to any backdoor raid or main base terror.
“Bombardment!”
“Wha—?!”
The signature throwing weapon of Rokan erupted from the hand of the orc berserker Krokchi.
In this utterly sudden situation, the waiting orcs and the orc shamans managing the teleportation magic circle couldn’t react in time.
Seizing the opening, Krokchi began grinding down the clustered enemies.
“Wheel Wind!”
Wheel Wind was Rokan’s patented combo skill, but it had also become quite famous by now.
Naturally, plenty of people tried to copy it, and many even attached chains and other gimmicks to expand the range like Rokan did, but hardly anyone could unleash its full power.
The reason Rokan could perform such wide-area Wheel Winds was none other than his legend-grade item, the Iron Chains Sealing Ruin.
Imitators who didn’t know that were just pointless.
“Kraaak!”
“PK!”
“You crazy bastard! PKing inside the city?!”
That’s why Krokchi simply cleaved and smashed through his foes using only the sheer size of his battle axe, just like all the other Rokan wannabes.
Yet its destructive power was still terrifying.
Even though Polymorph had temporarily changed his race, deactivating title effects that triggered against enemy factions, he still wielded power strong enough to bisect a waist in one blow.
[Ogma’s teleportation magic circle has been destroyed.]
“Guards! Guards!”
The orcs slaughtered simply for being near the teleportation magic circle screamed for the guards at the top of their lungs.
Guards appeared not only during enemy faction intrusions but also when a murderer entered the city.
They firmly believed the guards would avenge them and shouted even louder.
“……”
“Wh-what the hell?”
“Why aren’t these bastards showing up? Are they slacking off?!”
But no matter how much they called, the guards didn’t appear, and bewilderment filled everyone’s eyes.
Why weren’t they coming? He was clearly in murderer status.
Or were all the guys who died earlier also murderers? Or were the guards on strike?
They even imagined absurd scenarios, but none hit the mark.
Mass Murderer.
The title effect that nullified the murderer count was active even in Polymorph state.
“Damn……”
Bam!
Overwhelmed by Krokchi’s brute force, the orcs lost the will to fight and were slaughtered one after another.
Users among them would soon respawn, but with all the shamans responsible for the teleportation magic circle dead, repairs wouldn’t be easy.
‘I need to hurry.’
From here on, it was a race against time. Ogma’s teleportation magic circle was destroyed, but nearby cities’ circles were intact.
They could teleport close and rush over, so that possibility couldn’t be ruled out.
No—being the capital, it would be weirder if they heard the news and didn’t come.
So before word spread, before they could rush to Ogma, he had to cause as much chaos as possible.
“That guy! It’s him!”
“Hey, even so, starting with a preemptive strike is kinda……”
After fully destroying the teleportation magic circle, Krokchi ran outside. But others blocked his path first.
Those he had killed had respawned and come to the plaza to hunt him down.
Yet their friends or guildmates hesitated.
Krokchi’s name wasn’t even red.
What if they struck first and ended up targeted by the guards instead? As they wavered, Krokchi’s battle axe sliced through their hearts.
Stab.
“……!”
It ignored armor entirely with its immense destructive power. The axe blade pushed in lightly like crumbling a thin cookie, slashing him diagonally.
“G-G-Guards……”
But the guards still didn’t show. It was so baffling it felt like the guard summon system was glitched.
Boom!
And then, the long-awaited guards finally appeared.
“Kraaak!”
“Why…… me…….”
But their blades weren’t aimed at Krokchi. Those who had attacked him were marked as criminals and had to endure the guards’ strikes.
“Rampaging Chariot!”
As things unfolded as expected, Krokchi picked up even more speed. Alternating between movement and charge skills, he raced into the inner castle as fast as possible.
“Sto—p……!”
Bam!
He slaughtered even the soldiers guarding the inner castle entrance and accelerated toward the Orc Lord’s residence.
As expected, no guards appeared when NPCs attacked Krokchi.
‘Tch, annoying.’
He cleaved or smashed anyone in his way.
Under that simple premise, Krokchi’s breakthrough progressed at a blistering pace.
As befitting a capital, even the orc soldiers blocking him were mighty level 290s, but they had no choice but to yield before his overwhelming destructive power.
But Krokchi himself frowned in dissatisfaction. Many of his combo and creation skills relied on ‘chains’ and ‘mounts,’ making them hard to use.
Ruin Strike and Chains of Annihilation were unavailable, and Legend Rider or Crimson Meteor were tricky too.
Pulling them out would blow his cover instantly.
If it were just to wipe out a single outpost, exposure wouldn’t matter, but Rokan had bigger goals. Attacking the orc capital Ogma was merely part of it.
So he thoroughly relied on basics and standard berserker skills to crush them.
“Chit! Halt!”
“Traitor! We’ll cut you down!”
After advancing for a while, the remaining elites finally appeared.
The Orc Lord’s final defensive force, perhaps—all the orcs that showed up were master level or higher, and five among them had even reached high master realm.
Krokchi’s expectation of maybe three was way off.
“If you know honor, come at me one by one!”
Rokan clicked his tongue inwardly and spat out a cheat-code line.
“Shut it! A traitor has no honor!”
Honor. One-on-one.
Words orc warriors loved most, but not this time. Loyalty to their race overrode honor.
Probably because Rokan currently looked like an orc berserker.
‘No choice.’
Seeing them raise their weapons without another word, Krokchi made his decision.
“Gnome 5 Brothers!”
He activated ‘Gnome Engineer’s Puppet Show,’ stolen from a gnome high master.
Five master-level gnome warriors appeared alongside him, enraging the orc warriors defending Ogma in the Orc Lord’s stead.
“You’re fighting with those dwarves?!”
They took him for a real traitor orc.
It felt like he’d poked a sore spot, but whatever. If a fight was inevitable, having reliable allies was advantageous in every way.
“Stormwind Incarnation.”
While the orcs were distracted by the gnome puppets, Krokchi quietly invoked Stormwind Incarnation.
His orc form grew massive, manifesting a colossal orc berserker before them.
“Let’s play!”
Krokchi struck first.
He used Bombardment to scatter their attention, then charged the nearest master-level orc warrior.
“Rapid Acceleration, Time of Madness!”
Unlucky for it—its weapon was a morning star. A flail with a chain. A heavy blunt weapon, but it needed a full swing to build power.
But Krokchi’s super-accelerated movements didn’t even allow that swing.
“Bone Crusher!”
“Guhk!”
Rokan’s weapon was also a massive battle axe, but he wielded overwhelming strength.
Swinging with full power, veins bulging, he cleaved from neck to chest in one stroke.
Damage piercing defense crumpled the breastplate and severed the body instantly.
“Kraaaangh!”
Enraged by their comrade’s death, the orc warriors unleashed War Cries in unison.
But stopping Rokan’s momentum was impossible.
“Krraaaaaah hahahahaha!”
Snorting derisively, Rokan unleashed even greater madness.
He planted the seed of fear in the hearts of orcs who prided themselves as undaunted warriors.
The real battle was just beginning.