Chapitre 39: Fire Trap
The troops of the city of Nikonia, which approached the tribe by mixing the dust, stopped their advance and entered a state of war. The sun was shining. Beside him was the Hunter Chief as Red Bear watched the situation, but Haydo the Butcher took his place in front of the defensive line.
Butcher Haydo was a commander who fought in front of his troops instead of standing back and commanding his army. He shouted in anger as he watched his enemies with his great shield in hand.
"My warriors, today is the day when we will shed the blood of the treacherous people who attacked our tribe."
The warrior orcs, enthused by their commander's voice, shouted in unison.
"You were born for this moment, you lived for this moment, and now you have the opportunity to do whatever you want for the rest of your life!"
As the Orc War Chief continued, he did not know that he was being watched from a mechanical device in the Nikonia army.
"What a fuss, barbarian orc! Finish the job before the sun goes down; I don't want to waste any more time in this place."
The person who was the reason the attacker had taken the audacity spoke up, and everyone around him nodded obediently. When news of the events in Nikonia reached the Land of Light, Godfrey's father sent one of his students to his son's aid.
"Those pussies are enjoying themselves in the congregation, but I am here babysitting the master's snotty son!"
Unhappily speaking, Adhemar longed to scorch the enemy with a single area attack, but his master's order not to reveal his identity was tied up.
"What are you waiting for to attack?"
"Soldiers forward, no one from the orc tribe will survive!"
The orc chief's voice groaned the desolate steppe as the ground trembled as the heavily armored soldiers advancing with their purple alloy equipment
"Build the shield wall. Archers, wait for them to enter the firing range!"
While steel was touching steel under heavy fire from the archers, a bloody battle was going on the tribe's front line. Trying to make up for their lack of equipment with their numbers, the orcs could stand quite well in the face of the attack directed against them.
While Butcher Haydo's central team stubbornly resisted the waves of attacks against the shield wall, the hunting orcs stood in a wide circle for the chief's safety.
"Chief, as you can see, the enemy has nothing to be afraid of. Butcher Haydo seems to have deliberately exaggerated the situation to lure my hunters into battle."
Following the battle from the dominating point with the Red Bear, the Chief of the Hunters continued to spew poison words. He was busy plotting to secure his position; while the warrior orcs struggled on the front line.
The shield wall pushed the invaders out of the tribe's border step by step. Archers and spearmen followed them, inflicting heavy damage to the enemy. Butcher Haydo, feeling the pressure from the enemy lessened, sensed that something was not right. What he turned around and saw was that they had taken a hundred paces from the tribe.
"Why didn't this stupid Shadow Wolf warn us? My warriors, we are retreating step by step."
The War Chief, who conveyed the order to retreat to his brave soldiers, realized that he was late as thousands of arrows from the enemy front covered the sun.
"These are war machines! Archers and spear unit, retreat full speed!"
The two units, which retreated in coordination with the shielded warriors in front, retreated from their position at full speed as soon as they heard Butcher Haydo's command.
The next few tens of breaths passed as if to justify the war chief's hunch. Thousands of arrows swept over the orcs forming the shield wall and landed where the rapidly retreating troops had just stood, and Haydo the Butcher took a deep breath.
"Take the rook formation; we are calmly returning to the original position!"
The orcs took a form to defend themselves against attacks from all four sides and from above. Sipping his wine from his crystal goblet with pleasure, Adhemar smiled calmly after the last defensive position of the orcs.
"Drive the war machines on the wings to the front!"
The distance between the rapidly retreating orc troops and Haydo the Butcher, advancing in the castle formation, had widened considerably. The War Chief, who took this measure to prevent heavy losses that his troops could suffer, would soon find himself in a stalemate in the face of what would happen to him.
Three defensive war machines entered through the gap formed between the two orc troops, blocking Butcher Haydo's retreat path. At the same time, four assault-type war machines, taking action from the front lines of the enemy's front, approached the orcs, protecting them with shields, trapping them in a circle.
As the Red Bear watched the latest developments in amazement, he was shouting at the Shadow Wolf standing next to him.
"The intelligence reports made no mention of any of these war machines. What is going on here?"
Shadow Wolf was as surprised as the chief at what he saw. As far as he knew, the city of Nikonia should have had only five war machines, three of which were supply types. Moreover, although he did not tell anyone in the report of the reconnaissance team that Ayıboğan sent to his tribe, he knew very well that two supply-type machines had been scrapped on the battlefield.
"Sir, in the information we have, it is stated that the enemy has three supplies, one defense, and one attack-type war machine. I don't know how so many war machines came into being."
Butcher Haydo was sweating death in the ring of fire, while the Shadow Wolf was making his excuses in a sad tone. While the war machines behind them blocked their way, the machines attacking from the front line spread flames with their shields on the small group of orcs.
High-model war machines were able to continuously spray fire on their enemies through holes in their surfaces by mixing the flammable materials in their tanks with the oxygen they had absorbed from the air.
While the skins of the orcs who tried to block the flames with their shields were scalding, they could not lift the shield wall they had formed above them due to the arrows that came incessantly. The condition of the orcs, whose windpipes burned with every breath as the trapped air warmed up, caused their commander's eyes to bleed.
"Shadow Wolf, swarm with your hunters from the flanks to the enemy. Or our tribe will perish!"
Despite the situation they were in, Haydo the Butcher was able to figure out that the enemy was using all his attack power to destroy them. At this time, with a sudden attack from the flanks, they could both inflict great damage to the enemy and escape this circle of death themselves.
"Right now, start attacking the enemy front with your hunters!"
Seeing that the tide was heading towards a great defeat, the Red Bear answered Butcher Haydo's cry for help.
"How did that happen? No, it shouldn't have happened that way!"
As the Hunter Chief, muttering to himself, remained motionless, Red Bear shouted in anger again.
"Shadow Wolf, you are going to the battlefield with your troops! This is an order!"
The chief had no way of knowing what was on his mind as he nervously listed his orders. Even though the Shadow Wolf showed no signs, he wanted this war to happen even more than Haydo the Butcher.
The time had come to bring glory to the strong foundation that the chief had built over the years using the weakness in his heart. It was only a matter of time before he started a rebellion with his hunters, who had survived the war, and took control of the tribe, which he thought would retreat with heavy damage on both sides.
When he saw the face of the chief shaking him by holding his shoulders, the Shadow Wolf, realizing that his plan and dreams were destroyed, drew his dagger and brought out the grudge he had been holding inside for years.
The Red Bear's alarmed eyes could not see where the dagger that had cut his throat had come from. As he stared at the person whose back he had been leaning all this time, his arms and shoulders could not hold him, his head slipped from the Shadow Wolf's body and fell to the ground.
Butcher Haydo, who watched the death of his warriors, whom he had lost one by one, unaware of everything, would almost collapse in the face of the sound that played in his ears.
"Hunting troops, we are leaving the tribe! Strong Pickaxe, you're following us along with the quartermaster orcs!"
Like their chiefs, the warrior orcs had heard the voice, holding on to their last strength in the hope that help would come. In the moments when a new one was added to their dead friends on the ground, the warrior orcs called out to their chief.
"Chief, we're going to create an opportunity for you to escape through the machines behind us. Even if we die, you must take our revenge."
The orcs, dying in their grip, gave up their lives and focused on freeing their chief from the trap so that he could hunt down those who had betrayed them.
"Shut up! I am an orc war chief! How do you expect me to live after leaving my comrades and fleeing the battlefield?"
The butcher Haydo did not leave his warriors alone even when he was walking on the path of death, while the orcs of the hunter and supply division were rapidly advancing towards the outskirts of the tribe.
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