Chapter 111 Great Northern War (7)

Crockta looked at the sky from the pumpkin carriage. It was the end of the lunar cycle. The thin moon made him the most sensitive. Darkness distracted the enemys vision and hid his stature.

He just needed his greatsword.

He was currently floating above the tent of the great chieftain, Calmahart. But the area still hadnt calmed down. Orcs were carrying food into Calmaharts tent. They were carrying an enormous amount of meat. Calmaharts overeating was good for Crockta. Digesting a lot of food required energy, so it inevitably made the brain sleepy. The body would become dull and dull bodies created gaps in battle.

Not bad.

Once the orcs fell asleep, Crockta would descend from the carriage and hit Calmahart. The night was still young.

The next space time movement of this pumpkin was at midnight. He still had some time. Crockta touched the surface of the pumpkin carriage. It was really a pumpkin and a pegasus made of translucent light pulled it.

It was summoned by Jameros Boundary Pumpkin. He used it and a pumpkin carriage suddenly appeared. It was a carriage that only appeared in Crocktas eyes and allowed him to infiltrate wherever he wanted without a sound. If there wasnt a restriction that only one person could use it, perhaps he wouldve been able to pull off a greater surprise attack.

Crockta carefully searched below.

It was a large army. It was the spectacular sight of many orcs camping together. If all those orcs appeared in the north, it would be impossible for the dark elves to handle them. Crockta reinforced how important this opportunity was. If he stabbed Calmahart in the heart here, maybe the war would be over. The origin of all this was Calmahart.

One, two, three.

He confirmed the number of guards around Calmaharts tent. There werent many due to Calmaharts confidence. Warriors on patrol sometimes roamed, but overall, the defense was lax. They didnt expect a surprise attack at all.

Of course, they were right. If it werent for this mysterious artifact, Crockta wouldve never reached here. It was a one person raid.

The moon went behind a cloud. There was perfect darkness on the plains. The pumpkin started to descend gradually, according to Crocktas will. Gradually, the campsite of the orcs came closer.

He occasionally heard the steps of the orc soldiers walking around. Crockta quietly added his own footsteps to the sounds. There was an orc soldier with his back to Crockta.

Step.

Suddenly, the orc soldier looked around.

Spit.

Patter.

Blood spattered as the orcs head turned around. Crockta caught the falling head and eliminated the sound of impact. Once again, blood poured on him.

Then silence.

Step.

Crockta walked forward. There were three guards around at the tent. Crockta moved behind them in the darkness.

Im tired, an orc muttered while yawning.

He had a halberd tied to his back. He never noticed as Crockta secretly approached.

[The skill Infiltration (Common) has been acquired.]

[You seem to be getting used to sneaking around? Your Infiltration skill has upgraded.]

[Shadow Infiltration (Rare) has been acquired.]

He shut the message windows off. Then in the same manner, he cut the neck of the orc from behind.

!

The orc responded. He felt something and quickly twisted. However, he couldnt avoid it and most of his neck was cut.

Kuheeok!

His throat was cut and he couldnt shout properly. The orc looked up at Crockta with surprised eyes. Gradually, bubbles rose and the eyes became blurred. Crockta used his greatsword to completely separate the dangling head.

The orcs eyes died. Now there was only one left. The remaining orc was completely asleep. Crockta didnt bother using the greatsword. Instead, he reached out his hands to the orcs neck and twisted.

Crunch.

The orc still seemed to be sleeping. There wouldve been no pain.

Now it is starting.

Crockta muttered in a small voice. He stood directly before Calmaharts tent. Such a large tent was being used by only one person. It was as big as a building. The opponent wasnt easy, but Crockta wasnt an ordinary orc.

His greatsword was crying. Crockta smiled.

Then he took out a scroll and tore it.

[Wide Area Silence Scroll (Essence) has been consumed.]

He barely sensed it. It was like the invisible membrane enveloping the area. Now no sound would leak out.

Crockta opened the tent.

***

The interior was bright.

There was a fire blazing in the middle of the tent. One side contained fearsome weapons such as axes, hammers, and halberds, while the other side had a tactical map showing the current march of the orcs.

Crockta skimmed it. It wasnt significantly different from what the dark elves had figured out. At the end, there was a huge mass lying on the bed.

Calmahart. He was lying beside a huge throne decorated with all types of bones. Just looking at him from a distance, Crockta could guess his size. Crockta felt sick and tired. That really was an orc. He seemed one head bigger than Crockta. There was an axe under the bed. It was a huge double edged axe that seemed to be his main weapon.

Crockta approached. Calmahart hadnt noticed anything yet as his breathing was still the same. His face twisted as if he was doing something terrible in his dreams.

Crockta pulled out his greatsword. He hadnt come here to fight or play around.

This was an assassination. The sword descended. It was at that moment.

Kakang!

Calmahart raised his arm. He was wearing a steel guard on his forearm. It blocked Crocktas greatsword.

Calmaharts eyes tinged red. He laughed.

Hoh.

Crockta stepped back. It had been just a hair away. How was he noticed?

It is the first time that Ive seen you. I would remember someone with tattoos. Calmahart got up.

His huge body looked down at Crockta. His head seemed to reach the top of the tent. He grabbed his double edged axe. It was a huge weapon that wasnt inferior to Crocktas Ogre Slayer.

Calmahart looked down at Crockta. His expression was interested. His arms were trembling because he wanted to wield the double edged axe right away. Crockta caught his breath calmly.

This had developed into a fight. He lifted Ogre Slayer. Anyway, he had been expecting this.

Crockta grinned.

Calmahart and Crockta, the two orcs stood facing each other. Then their worlds slowed. Extremely keen senses. A sudden exchange of attack and defense occurred in a short amount of time. Ogre Slayer and the axe hit each other.

Kakakaang!

Kuhuhu

Kulkulkul.

The two looked at each other and laughed. And at the same time.

Strong. With that exchange, they were able to gauge the other persons level.

Crockta plunged in. He aimed the sword at Calmaharts lower body. At the same time, Calmaharts axe lowered. Crockta twisted his body to avoid the axe and corrected the swords trajectory. The blade swung into Calmaharts abdomen. Ogre Slayer bounced off.

Kakang!

Kuhuhu

Calmahart grinned. He was wearing steel armor on the inside.

Shall we do it properly?

He stretched his back. Then he approached Crockta. Crockta nodded.

Yes, lets do it right.

At the same time, huge momentum burst out from their bodies. A storm raged into the tent. The two of them grinned at each other. Then they fought again. At a speed that wasnt visible, they aimed their weapons at the others neck and heart.

Tremendously loud sounds like a thunderstorm occurred. Crockta became bruised while blood flowed from Calmaharts body.

Kakang!

Once again, their weapons collided. The power struggle continued. Crockta kicked Calmaharts legs.

Kuhuk!

Calmahart fell over, causing the tent to shake fiercely. Crockta jumped forward and aimed his greatsword downwards. Calmahart hit the greatsword with the axe and grabbed Crocktas neck with the other hand.

Kuock

There was a strong grip on his neck. Crockta struggled. Calmahart smiled and gave more strength to his hands. It was a tremendous force. Crockta grabbed the wrist and tried to pull it away, but it didnt move.

Then Crockta bit the hand with a wicked expression.

Kuaack!

Calmahart screamed and let go. One finger was tattered.

You!

Crockta smiled and spat out the blood. There isnt much taste.

Calmaharts eyes turned red with anger as he laughed. Kuhuhuhuk, kuhuhut!

This guy was for real. He was someone who knew how to really fight.

Calmaharts mouth rose. A warrior like himself, who knew what slaughter and fighting for their lives were. This guy knew.

What is your name? Calmahart asked.

Crockta placed the greatsword on his shoulder.

Crockta.

I see. You

Calmahart remembered what happened earlier in the day.

A real orc. Calmahart laughed. A real warrior would appear and kill him. The name was Crockta. An orc who was stronger and larger than average orcs. His eyes were deep and sharp. He wore a red headband and steel belt at his waist. The big greatsword used as a weapon.

Strong. An orc who reached the same stage as him.

And

That was all.

You are a real orc?

Crockta laughed. He had also seen what happened during the day.

What is a real orc, Calmahart?

Calmahart raised his axe.

Strong. The axe contained a fearsome momentum. His muscles swelled up. The originally large body became even bigger. Stronger than anyone else. That is an orc.

He approached Crockta, who pulled out his greatsword.

And I am the strongest, declared Calmahart.

At the same time, the axe lowered.

Swaaaack!

Space was severed. Crocktas eyes changed. It was an unusual attack. Crockta immediately moved to the side to avoid it.

Kaaaang!

The axe struck a part of the skull protruding from his belt. Crockta lost his balance in the aftermath and fell to one knee. He rolled to avoid the next strike from the axe.

!

The Demons Mouth was scratched. This was the first time.

He raised his head. The axe was coming in succession. Instead of stepping back, Crockta bowed his head and moved forward. The axe passed over Crocktas head. The oversized Calmahart was bent down low and defenseless against Crocktas incoming rush.

Crockta aimed his greatsword.

Kuheok!

Blood emerged from Calmaharts mouth. Crockta twisted his greatsword. But the handle didnt move.

!

Calmaharts abdominal muscles held on to the blade.

He couldnt believe it. Crockta raised his head. Calmahart was smiling as he looked down at Crockta.

I got you.

Calmahart threw the axe away and grabbed Crocktas neck with both hands. Crockta desperately pulled his greatsword but it didnt budge. What a monstrous body.

Calmahart laughed. Crocktas eyes became blurry as he looked up into Calmaharts face.

!

Calmaharts grip became stronger. His consciousness faded.

Then he saw something shimmering on Calmaharts forehead.

His consciousness went to a distant place.