Come to another world and become a lord

Chapter 202 The Secret of the Orcs

Carl sat in the tent that Noura had prepared for him. Outside the tent, Noura and Alia were competing with each other under the encouragement of the soldiers. The sound of fighting could be heard from time to time, accompanied by the cheers of the people. However, Carl did not care about it, but only focused on the several war reports placed on the corner of the table. The words between the lines of those war reports revealed the cruelty and difficulty of this war. Carl frowned from time to time while flipping through them.

He read through the battle reports of the previous battles in detail. From the records, the orcs launched a series of fierce attacks, but the nomadic tribes, with the help of Nura's magic, completely annihilated them every time, leaving no one alive. Completely annihilated, no one alive, Carl frowned even more, and he felt something was wrong. He tapped the table with his fingertips, and his thoughts returned to the battle just now - those orcs seemed to have no fear at all, and rushed to his position without hesitation, even in the face of the terrible killing of muskets, they did not hesitate at all, until they all fell down, and no one wanted to escape.

No, there must be something wrong. He still remembered the first time he saw the nomads fighting against the orcs. At that time, Noura used magic to defeat their formation, and then the remaining orcs began to flee. Yes, these orcs are more warlike and more brutal than humans, but they are still living creatures, they are still afraid, and when the loss rate reaches a certain level, they will collapse like humans.

But this time it was completely different, they fought to the last man, and every time they had to kill them all to end the battle. This was outrageous, and definitely not the state that normal creatures should be in.

But this feeling was somewhat similar, just like... He suddenly recalled everything that happened in Walter, how similar the two were... He unconsciously remembered what the girl in white said in the dream:

"Only living things are affected by it."

He shook his head hard, trying to get rid of the thought, but he kept thinking about it.

The sounds of fighting and cheering outside the tent gradually died down, and then the tent curtain was suddenly opened.

At this moment, the curtain of the tent was lifted, and Noura and Alia walked in one after another. They walked briskly, but with different auras. Noura looked confident, with a hint of expectation and curiosity in her eyes. Alia remained calm and dignified, and her eyes glanced at Noura from time to time.

Karl looked up at them, sighed, and put down the battle report in his hand: "You are here, just in time, I have something to discuss with you."

"What's the matter?" Noura walked to the table, casually pulled out a chair and sat down, her eyes burning, obviously in a good mood.

Alia stood aside, crossed her arms over her chest, nodded slightly, and motioned for Carl to continue.

Karl's expression became solemn. He tapped a certain paragraph on the battle report with his finger and said in a deep voice:

"These orcs... don't you think their behavior is strange? Even though they are already in a losing situation, they still choose to charge forward, totally disregarding their own lives."

"Orcs, isn't that the case for all of them?" Nura said indifferently.

But I heard Karl say again:

"No, that's not the case when I first saw them. They are indeed stronger than humans, but they will still retreat and flee when victory is hopeless."

After hearing this, Alia suddenly interrupted and said:

"This feels just like the Kingdom Army back in Walter..."

"Yes, it does look alike." Carl fell into deep thought again.

"You mean..." Alia said again.

"No, it's hard to say..." Carl just shook his head. Indeed, as Noura said, orcs are much more resistant to fighting than humans. They often have to die before they can collapse. They are in this state. If they are encouraged by something, they may become fearless. After all, even in the human world, there are troops that will never surrender until the last man in the battle. It is still too hasty to conclude that the madness mentioned by the vampire is real.

Thinking of this, he said again:

"Maybe I'm just overthinking it. By the way, who won between you two?"

The two girls paused, and then he heard Alia say calmly:

"draw."

"Hmph, I have to admit that you are still quite capable." Nura raised her head proudly.

On the other side, in the orcs' base camp, a tall orc was walking towards the central tent. He was a head taller than the orcs around him, and his appearance was as terrifying as a devil. His dark skin seemed to be coated with a layer of hard armor, and his muscles were tangled and bulged like iron chains, just like a stone giant. On his head grew a huge white horn, which was broken due to countless battles, leaving hideous scars. The scars on his body proved his great military exploits, and because of this, he was given an additional name by the chieftain: Duken Ironhand.

But at this moment, the orc who was famous in the tribe was in a heavy mood. He witnessed the last charge with his own eyes and saw the tragic death of his compatriots. A large number of orc corpses piled up in front of him. The once brave warriors were now just cold shells on the battlefield. They should have been invincible warriors, but they fell like grass in this battle.

Duken tightly grasped his heavy warhammer, the veins on the back of his hand bulged, and he had no place to vent his dissatisfaction. He couldn't understand why these once indestructible orcs were so fragile. Facing the new weapons of humans, they had almost no power to fight back. The roar of the muskets still echoed in his ears. The terrible killing power made him feel a little helpless, but more of it was unwilling. The orc warriors used to be able to sweep everything with brute force, but now, their strong physique seemed so pale and powerless in front of muskets and artillery.

"This battle... shouldn't be like this." Duken growled in a low voice, his voice filled with suppressed anger.

Without further hesitation, he took heavy steps towards the chief's tent. Every step he took made the earth beneath his feet make a dull and loud sound, as if the entire earth was shaking.

In the tent, Chief Rulak was sitting on a leather chair, looking listlessly at the corner, where a human was sitting. He was wearing a black robe and a hood covering his face. However, his hunched back and the claw-like hands exposed from his sleeves made Duken despise him. Even from a human perspective, this guy was weak. He really couldn't understand why such a person could become the chief's VIP. However, he was not in the mood to care about such an insignificant person at this moment. He just clasped his fists slightly towards the chief, and then said:

"Chief, I have something to say."

His voice was low and powerful, with a hint of dissatisfaction.

The chieftain turned to Rulak and looked at him, with a peaceful expression:

"Ah~ Iron Hand, you came just in time~ We were discussing the next attack."

Duken Ironhand stood in front of Chieftain Rulak, and he could hardly suppress his anger. He felt even more dissatisfied when he heard Rulak's seemingly nonchalant tone. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and then said in a low voice:

"Captain, I must question our battle strategy. In these few battles, our warriors didn't even have a chance to touch the enemy before being smashed to pieces by their weapons. If we continue like this, we will just die in vain. It's meaningless!"

Rulak nodded, then slowly turned his gaze towards the human, and then asked in a slightly accusing tone:

"You remember your promise to bring us the strength to win the war."

"Yes, Great Chief." The human replied in a hoarse voice, "I did keep my promise and brought you strength. I made them no longer afraid and only knew how to fight~"

Upon hearing this, Duken's eyes widened and he looked at the human in disbelief:

"It's you? You're making everyone start to behave abnormally!"

He wanted to say something else, but the chief waved his hand, signaling him to stop talking, and then said to the human:

"But this is far from enough. Today, humans have more terrible weapons, and our people can hardly get close. Your promise has not been fulfilled."

Then he saw the human sigh slightly, and then took out a bottle of red potion from his robe. The potion slowly flowed in the bottle, as if emitting a certain seductive breath. He handed the bottle to Lulak and said softly:

"Let your people drink it, and you will get what you want."

Duken looked at this scene. He didn't quite understand it, but he felt inexplicably uneasy in his heart:

"Captain, this man cannot be trusted. His things cannot be used!"

Rulak waved his hand again to signal him not to speak, and then said to the human in a calm tone:

"What if it still doesn't work this time?"

Then I heard the man say:

"Then leave it to the chieftain to decide."