Chapter 215

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Chapter 215

Just as humans are classified into different races, Orcs are divided into various tribes.

Each tribe has distinct physical characteristics and skin colors, and their temperaments vary significantly.

The Iron Orc Tribe is known for their particularly dark skin and their simple, brutish nature.

If one were to summarize their characteristics in a few words, it would be "shut up and charge."

Once they identified an enemy, their principle was to charge and kill without hesitation.

This nature remained unchanged even with the rise of the Orc Great Chieftain.

Gangkara was a young war chief of the Iron Orc Tribe.

Physically, he was the strongest among them and so full of vigor that he had no concept of fear.

Gangkara was leading his subordinates to the Great Chieftain when he spotted a group of Elves.

To Orcs, Elves were entities that triggered an almost irrational rage.

Encountering Elves, even by chance, compelled them to kill; otherwise, they felt as if their hearts would burst with hatred.

Naturally, upon seeing the Desert Elf rangers, Gangkara immediately ordered an attack.

"Kill the Elves. Leave none alive."

"Uwooor!"

"Kill them."

The Iron Orcs, excited, chased after the Elf rangers, unaware that they were being lured.

"Hurry, lead them to where the humans are."

"Under no circumstances should they head towards the village."

The Elf rangers ran at a pace that allowed the Orcs to keep up.

Their destination was where the humans were.

Having scouted the area beforehand, they knew the humans' route.

The challenge was successfully leading the Orcs to the humans' location.

Elf ranger Lafuna gritted her teeth.

‘We must succeed. If we must sacrifice our lives to protect the village, so be it.’

They had no attachment to their own lives.

From the moment they took on the mission to lure the Orcs, they had no thought of returning alive.

The other rangers had similarly steeled themselves.

The village, protected by Elves and Dwarves for a hundred years, could not be allowed to fall to the Orcs.

They were prepared to make any sacrifice to protect it.

“Chwiit! Stop right there."

"You sneaky pointy-eared scum. Fight us."

The Orcs threatened as they pursued, but the Elf rangers did not stop.

The Desert Elves, completely adapted to the desert, ran gracefully on the loose sand.

They maintained a pace that kept the Orcs close but not so close as to catch them.

The Iron Orcs, oblivious to the trap, chased them madly.

After a long run, the Elf rangers finally reached their destination.

In the distance, they saw the human Awakeneds.

The humans seemed to notice them and were preparing for battle.

‘Too late.’

Lafuna smirked at the humans.

She felt a twinge of guilt.

Because of them, innocent humans would be slaughtered by the Orcs. But it was necessary.

‘It's all for the village.’

Steeling herself, Lafuna shouted to her comrades.

"Let's go! This is our grave."

"Waah!"

The Elves drew their weapons and shouted.

They looked like vanguards leading the Orc horde.

"What the hell is that?"

"Are the Elves leading the Orcs?"

The humans, not understanding the situation, mistook the Elves for leading the Orcs in an attack against them.

"Everyone, prepare for battle!"

Jang Yong-beom shouted as he drew his claymore.

"Elves and Orcs, working together?"

"I'll freeze them all."

"Heh, I’ll kill them all."

As Aiden, Giselle, and Mountain took combat stances, the other Awakeneds drew their weapons as well.

Although they were few, they were strong enough to be entrusted with a mission from Neo Seoul.

They feared the many Elves and Orcs, but they didn’t retreat.

They knew running in the desert would only lead to a miserable death.

"Dirty pig bastards! I'll kill you all."

"Let's see who dies first."

The dust clouds rose thicker.

Swoosh!

The Mad Gumiho emitted rainbow-colored light and struck Lafuna.

Lafuna had no strength to block the attack.

Boom!

"Ahh!"

With an explosion, Lafuna was thrown back.

She was unconscious when she hit the ground.

Eloy, having quickly taken down Lafuna, moved to subdue the other elves.

Zap!

"Argh!"

"Kyuu!"

Elsewhere, Orcs were convulsing from purple electricity.

They were struck by Levin’s Purple Lightning.

Levin moved without restraint.

In his ghost form, he flew among the Orcs, unleashing Purple Lightning.

Even Brielle clicked her tongue in admiration.

"He’s enjoying himself."

But Brielle wasn’t idle either.

She took out a round object from her conical hat and threw it at the Orcs.

Boom!

The object exploded, releasing a silver mist.

Orcs exposed to the mist began acting strangely.

They started attacking their comrades.

"Die."

"I am an Orc, friend."

"Don’t lie, human!"

The attacked Orc desperately protested, but it was useless. The Orcs inhaling the silver mist saw their comrades as enemies.

Zeon asked.

"What is that?"

"I made a hallucinogen with materials from the Steel Fortress warehouse."

"Hallucinogen?"

"Yeah! To those Orcs, their comrades look like enemies."

"Really? Impressive."

"Hehe!"

Brielle gave a bashful smile at Zeon’s compliment.

But she couldn’t completely hide her happiness.

Unlike Zeon or Levin or Eloy, she lacked overwhelming power.

Though she was a High Elf, she was still a frail girl.

She had to do something to not be a burden to her comrades.

The hallucinogen bombs were one such result.

Brielle threw more hallucinogen bombs among the Orcs.

The Orcs exposed to the hallucinogens began attacking their comrades as if on cue.

The hallucinogens only lasted about a minute.

After a minute, the Orcs regained their senses.

The duration wasn’t long, but it was enough to create chaos among the Orcs.

The mere fact that their comrades suddenly attacked them was enough to distract them.

"Why did I...?"

"I killed a comrade. I..."

The Orcs, who came to their senses too late, raged.

"It’s the sorceress."

"The little sorceress cast a curse."

"Kill the sorceress."

The Orcs realized Brielle was responsible for their confusion.

They charged at Brielle madly.

But Brielle remained unperturbed.

The man beside her was Zeon.

The strongest Sand Moge in the desert.

There was no reason to be scared like an idiot when he was right next to her.

Swoosh!

The sand moved.

The writhing sand rose up and changed into a human form.

Zeon had summoned the Sand Soldiers.

“Go!”

The moment Zeon gave the order, dozens of Sand Soldiers charged toward the Orcs approaching Brielle.

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