Chapter 166
Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 167
Chapter Title: Defeat of the High Orc and Giant Orc
The orcs couldn't hide their bewilderment at that shocking outcome.
They could accept the appearance of an absurd goblin named Havel.
But for the other goblins to defeat two of the strongest orcs among them...
At this rate, goblins would end up stronger than orcs.
While the orcs stood there in a daze...
"Good work."
Mob welcomed the two who had returned.
"Haha, it was nothing!"
"The orcs were pretty strong. Be careful."
Aren puffed out his chest to boast of his prowess.
But Bibble quietly sounded a note of caution.
If they'd taken that first strike, defeat would have been theirs.
"Don't worry. I've got no plans to get careless."
Mob took Bibble's warning to heart as he eyed the Orc Great Warrior.
The orc was staring at the defeated High Orc and Giant Orc with a hardened expression.
The High Orc had been cleaved in two by Bibble's blade and died on the spot.
Various thoughts crossed the Orc Great Warrior's mind before he turned to Havel.
"Havel, mind if I ask you something?"
Havel nodded to the Orc Great Warrior's polite question.
"Even if we win this match, does our request still stand?"
The plea to exterminate the vampires.
Havel nodded calmly once more.
"Just as I said before. That wish is yours alone upon your victory. It doesn't change because your comrades fell first."
"That's a relief."
That was all he needed to hear.
"Kekeke, things just got interesting."
In stark contrast, the cantankerous Orc Great Sorcerer was reveling in the moment.
Goblins and orcs clashing as equals.
To the Orc Great Sorcerer, the scene was utterly novel and thrilling.
"The hierarchy between races and eras is starting to shift."
The Orc Great Sorcerer slammed his bone-tipped staff into the ground.
"Great Warrior, for the sake of our next generation, shouldn't we claim victory?"
"Yes. For the orcs, we will triumph."
The Orc Great Warrior swelled his frame before ripping his mouth open wide.
"I am the mighty Orc Great Warrior, Haizenrak!"
A roar to rally spirits.
It also crushed foes with sheer intimidation.
Mob's heart truly pounded upon hearing it.
Unlike his powerless days of old...
Now he stood ready to battle an Orc Great Warrior.
A shiver surged from deep within his chest.
Mob stepped forward after the shout.
Breathing in sync with the Orc Great Warrior, he bellowed at the top of his lungs.
"Goblin Warrior, Mob!"
The Orc Great Warrior grinned at Mob's resounding cry.
"Mob. I'll remember that name."
Provocation dripped from his words.
Implying he would be the victor.
And thus etch the loser's name in memory.
Mob caught the taunt and flashed a wide grin of his own.
Pre-fight barbs only fueled his fighting spirit.
"What are you two doing, acting all savage like that?"
Joa, baffled by their intensity, wore a perplexed look.
Even so, she scrutinized the Orc Great Sorcerer closely.
The malicious energy radiating from him...
This fight wouldn't be easy, she sensed.
"I'll kick things off this time."
Havel stepped forward then.
He raised his hand before everyone, drawing a swirl of light.
Beneath its glow, he glanced at Mob and Joa.
"Lose, and there's no rest starting today—for a good long while."
Their faces fell like stones.
Havel had wagered infernal training.
No way they could afford to lose.
Mob and Joa's auras shifted in a heartbeat.
Even the Orc Great Warrior and Orc Great Sorcerer felt the change.
"Kekeke, words like magic to stoke their fire."
The Orc Great Sorcerer chuckled in fascination.
Bang!
Light burst from Havel's grasp, lighting up the sky.
The signal to begin.
"Great Warrior."
As the bout started, the Great Sorcerer leveled his staff at him.
"Rampage freely."
Crimson-black smoke billowed from the Great Warrior's body with those words.
Frenzy
Physical abilities surge to extremes. Pain ignored. Mental backlash as cost.
One of the Orc Great Sorcerer's incantations.
Frenzy.
The afflicted gained extreme boosts to physical prowess and ignored pain.
Mental trauma was the toll.
None rivaled it in total war.
The spell of the orc shamans' finest: the Great Sorcerer.
The Orc Great Warrior bounded forth, body bloated.
Crimson-black aura churned atop the greatsword drawn from his back.
Running through the reeds, he resembled a beast.
Steam poured from his maw, red eyes sapping enemy morale.
Before the berserk Great Warrior stood Mob, blocking his charge.
Tiny compared to the orc...
Mob held a lone sword at the ready.
"Think you can block this?!"
The frenzied Orc Great Warrior roared, swinging his greatsword.
As the earth-rending blade neared Mob's face...
Mob's sword lanced out.
Clang!
The clash rang sharp as their blades met.
The Great Warrior's eyes bulged at the impact.
'He blocked my power?'
Mob had met the frenzied orc's strike head-on.
Without yielding an inch.
Havel smiled briefly at the sight.
'Training took root.'
Unlike other goblins, Mob boasted perfect balance.
The clever sort, he'd honed only what fit his frame.
A perfect pentagon of talent across the board.
Complete equilibrium.
Nothing stood out in Mob.
But that balance let him dictate pace against any foe.
Great Warrior and Mob's blades crossed without end.
The orc's a tempest of savage hacks.
Mob's steady and unshakable.
It felt to the Great Warrior like cleaving water.
Water that reformed no matter the cut.
Mob flowed just like it.
"Strong!"
The Great Warrior curled his lip in brief awe.
Orcs were born warriors.
The fiercer the foe, the greater their thrill.
No exception for this Great Warrior.
Battle-scarred from countless fields.
Crackle!
Lightning coursed through the Great Warrior's frame.
A different power from the sorcerer's Frenzy.
His own mastered secret technique.
Orc Great Warrior Style Thunder Greatswordsmanship
Thunder Drum - Crackling strikes echo like thunderous beats.
Crackle! Boom!
Thunder crashed as arcs overflowed his blade.
His sword danced wildly, drumming like blows on hide.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Arcs trailed every swing, engulfing the area.
Mob parrying that greatsword caught the shocks too.
"Ngh."
Mob gritted through a groan, barely weathering the barrage.
Worthily the Great Warrior.
His onslaught was brutally relentless.
Then light rippled behind Mob.
He twisted aside in haste.
The beam slammed straight into the Orc Great Warrior.
Boom!
He dispersed it with a sweep, retreating two paces.
Mob slipped free and glanced back.
Joa stood there, staff trained.
"Mob, who said fight solo?"
"I was buying time, my way."
"Don't nitpick."
She twirled her staff.
Dozens of Luce orbs trailed in its wake.
"Ready?"
"All set."
They'd drilled synergy before.
He knew her firm reply's meaning, drawing breath.
"And they've prepped too."
Crimson-black churned at the sorcerer's staff tip, as Joa said.
Malice incarnate, perilously so.
Like Joa gathering spells sans meddling in the melee...
The sorcerer built his ritual.
Pure firepower duel.
First to falter would fall.
"Mob, back's mine. Go all out."
Joa vowed to crush the sorcerer.
Mob trusted her, clenching his hilt.
"Got it."
No one trusted better than he.
"Go."
Mob rocketed like shot at her cue.
A beat ahead of the Great Warrior...
The sorcerer stabbed his staff down.
"Pamra Barbassio."
⟨ Smoke Giant Summon ⟩
Crimson-black haze behind him shaped into humanoid form.
Torso alone, no legs—a smoke giant.
It cupped before its mouth and exhaled haze.
Crimson-black inferno then devoured the reeds.
Roarrrrr!
Mob neared the blaze...
Joah's beam lanced swift, smashing into it.
Kwaaaaaaaaaaang!
Blast mutual annihilation.
Firepower matched.
But stamina differed.
The sorcerer's fire giant kept spewing.
Joah's beams trailed, nullifying each.
Her mana drained live.
"Heh heh, efficiency gap's massive."
Sorcerer smirked darkly, slamming staff anew.
"Now what if we pile on?"
Another smoke giant spawned.
Maw full of fire, it belched flames.
Joah's load grew.
The Great Warrior pierced the blaze.
Spell-shielded from heat...
He hammered heat-stalled Mob relentlessly.
Thunder drums resounded anew.
Clearly, Mob and Joa yielded ground.
"Great Warrior. Finish it."
Sorcerer crowed triumphantly.
Boom!
Staff struck ground once more.
Dozens of smoke giants erupted.
He'd end it outright.
Ping!
Something pierced his chest center.
"Whuh."
Sorcerer reeled, hole rent.
Esophagus blood vomited forth.
Late, he clawed the wound.
Stark puncture dead center.
"Ma...gic... when."
Fading sight framed Joa.
Light cloaked her; eyes met, she scoffed.
"Efficiency gap?"
She gestured earthward, schooling him.
Galaxy of Luce flooded his view, reeds brimmed.
All at once, they ascended.
Blinding, he winced.
Only Joah's cluster registered before.
Mere fraction.
Firepower parity? Delusion.
Joa held back from start.
Just testing the sorcerer.
"M-monster."
Joa shrugged at his gasp.
"Ordinary goblin."
Luce volley unleashed.
Smoke giants shattered.
Sorcerer riddled, blew apart.
Firepower rout complete.