GREED: ALL FOR WHAT?

It is not false confidence in themselves. After all, if their enemies were so great, they wouldn't be hiding and scheming like cowards. They wouldn't be using a weak pantheon to waste their time.

Instead of throwing them a piece of meat to preoccupy them, those gods would have

confronted them and fought them openly if they were strong enough. But history has proven that they are not strong enough.

Many gods have confronted them openly and regretted it quickly. So they are not concerned too much about the scheme against them. They are even already planning on what to do after they win the war against the Thames kingdom.

They plan to go to the Western Divine Domain to fulfill the quest they got from Kutneri. Apparently, Oceania used to be an ancient god in the Western Domain. If they are to find any trace of her, then it will be there. freewebnσvel.cøm

-War Is Coming

The Oracles heard the words of their god and informed the priests of it. The priests passed over the decrees of the 9 Crowns to the Orc chiefs. So the orc chiefs rallied their forces.

Horns were blown and drums were beaten across the makeshift plain. The Orc Host of 200,000 and more began to move towards the fortress. Their footsteps caused the earth to shake. The roar of their war beasts caused some ears to deafen.

The Orc chiefs were at the front. They numbered in the hundreds. They rode on magnificent war beasts of various kinds. Some rode wolves, others rode wild hogs, and there were some who rode scorpions. These war beasts were large enough to carry their large loads. It meant that they were around 5 meters long or tall. And they were strong enough to bear the 200 kg of muscle and bones.

As for the chiefs riding the war beasts, each one, male or female, was a prime example of what an orc should look like. Their tusks were magnificent, and their bulging muscles were bursting at the seams.

They wore the best armor made of hide and fur. They also held a divine weapon. It is the token of recognition as chiefs that their gods gave them. Only those who carried these weapons would be recognized as chiefs in the future.

Axel was among the war chiefs. In front of her was the fortress that had sealed orcs to the fate of living in the jungle. Behind her was the biggest army she had ever seen. Around her are the strongest orcs she had ever seen. In her hand is the strongest weapon she had ever beheld. Within her, her heart was beating at the highest speed possible.

She couldn't believe what was happening. She couldn't believe that one day, the orcs would take back their lands. Most of all, she couldn't believe that she would be leading the army to achieve it.

This was all beyond her wildest dreams. It made her full of excitement and anticipation. She was roaring to the sky together with her wolf.

The army behind her answered her call. They pushed the catapults and trebuchets forward into the range of the fortress. There were great machines of war. Even giant orcs felt like children in their presence.

Each siege weapon was 20 meters tall and weighed tons. It is something they wouldn't have been able to build without the blessing of mana. They wouldn't have been able to move them either. But they did, and then they let loose a rain of carnage onto the fortress blocking their path.

The difference in the power of both sides became clear at the very first moment. The trebuchets had tremendous strength and range. They were capable of far more anything the humans could build.

The range was where most of their advantage lay. The orcs had taken full advantage of their power to make them throw something catastrophic at a far enough range that the fortress wouldn't be able to retaliate.

These heavy chunks of rock sailed and crashed into the fortress to create an explosion of rock and shrapnel. But all the fortress could do was sit there and take it.

The fortress tried to retaliate with their wall-mounted ballistae, but the giant spears they shot lost momentum after flying too far. The same thing happened with their cannons. Every projectile they used fell short of the distance to the Orcs.

On the other hand, the trebuchet swung another boulder at the fortress. It flung it high up in the sky. Gravity took hold of it and pulled it down, where it smashed onto the fortress.

The boulder destroyed one of the useless cannons at the top of the wall and caused a cave-in that smashed some of the men below the first level of the wall into meat paste.

The orcs cheered at the sight. Meanwhile, the men on the fortress narrowed their eyes, trying to see what was going on with the orcs. It is because the distance was too far for them to see what the orcs were doing.

The eyesight of humans has only been above average among the sentient races. It is nothing special, as even goblins can see in the dark. They haven't improved their eyesight with mana, so their eyesight has fallen below average.

This is just one of the many things that the humans were lacking. In general, things were going poorly for the humans. Actually, not a single thing is going well for them in this battle.

The orcs were still marching forward, but by the time they got within range of the fortress, it was unlikely that there would be a fortress still standing. There certainly wouldn't be a fortress powerful enough to punish the orcs for getting close to the fortress. Those days are over.

The fortress is doomed. This, coupled with the fact that the human soldiers in the fortress were hungry, thirsty, smelly, and hadn't had a good sleep in a long while, made the fact that the fortress was exploding around them and killing everyone a good reason to give up.