Chapter 441 – Eugenics in the New World (8)
The commander of the Alwyn Reconnaissance Corps was holding his breath.
—Soon the enemy will pass by. Waiting.
With a hand signal, I sent a sign to a colleague hiding in the tree on the other side. Received an answer from the hand signal as well, the commander observed the soldiers passing down the hill.
─Thump, thump, thump.
The sound of marching footsteps that had been heard in the distance was approaching at some point.
They were scouts who had been recruited to see with their own eyes the existence and danger of the Troll King’s army. Among the three reconnaissance teams divided into three-man units, the enemy soldiers were moving into the area they were in charge of.
‘There are many numbers. My fingertips tremble by themselves.’
With this number, it was not strange that the savages of the warrior race fled. The unit commander held his breath and waited for the enemy to pass by, then found it.
‘… Ok?’
And I was bewildered. It was because it was so different from what was reported in advance.
‘They say 100, but it looks like there are less than 20?’
That wasn’t all. The soldiers, a mixture of ogres and trolls, were meager, as if they had just grown up. Speaking of armament, it was only an old, fragile greatsword or club that seemed to have been illegally dumped into the mountain irresponsibly from a blacksmith somewhere.
‘That… Troll King?’
However, when he found a troll walking proudly at the forefront, the unit commander couldn’t help but be nervous.
It was a troll with a greatsword. He wore a helmet similar to other ogres, but his armament was incomparable.
‘It’s better equipment than what our soldiers are given.’
Although scouting, he is the commander of the unit. He also knew how to handle mana.
He didn’t know that it was a troll armed with magic items, and how threatening it was when fighting.
But that’s what happened when we met on the plains. It was unthinkable that an ally with an enchanted wall and an advantage in numbers would lose to less than 20 monsters.
When it seemed that the allies were not going to lose, the fear disappeared and courage welled up.
And I also had a desire to laugh at the savage who made a fuss against that group of monsters.
‘… Hot. Ignorant bastards. He got scared and ran away, exaggerating his report. It’s pitiful.’
The unit commander got an approximate estimate.
‘A brainy mutant troll found equipment somewhere in the ruins, captured its own people and ogres with it, and formed an organization using them as subordinates. It must be.’
In addition, what about the malnutrition of those monsters?
Perhaps because of the indiscriminate crowding, they were unable to take proper nourishment and became weaker than they were originally.
A powerful monster needed a lot of meals. That’s why ogre-level monsters don’t form groups.
‘The lord who sent the scout was right. Do savages have the ability to calmly analyze power like we do?’
At least they were poor savages who lived in remote areas.
When a troll of that size brought troops, it was only natural that they would make a fuss about ‘talking’ or ‘over 100 trolls,’ and even say crazy things like ‘troll king’.
─Follow-up unit, impossible to find.
─Estimated 19 including the boss.
His subordinates also sent hand signals with similar expressions. The unit commander smiled and gestured.
─Complete understanding. Withdraw
Pasasack—! When the captain’s sign was given, they crawled back from a hill where they could look down on the enemy.
If it was a monster of that level, there would be no need to engage in siege warfare by sandwiching the walls. Even if a night battle was held outside the castle, the odds of winning would be sufficient.
[… Drag and drop. The spell worked well.]
And the troll shaman, who looked down like a ghost from a taller tree, saw off the retreating scouts with a sneer.
─Surely.
Black smoke billowed from the marching ogre army as he jumped from the tree.
The smoke condensed and became a troll shaman like a withered tree. He murmured darkly as if to celebrate the success of the operation.
[Take all the spells that make the enemy buoy up. After all, you have to live a long time.]
The spell worked well. As he erased the golden mana that formed on his fingers, Tel Chizu’s eyes widened in contempt.
With several incantations, he imbued the three lesser races with a suggestion that made them fearless of their enemies. Among the spells he learned, there were many suggestive magics that induce the emotions of living things.
Of course, there are very few spells that work in a positive way.
The same goes for the spells cast on the scout of the inferior race. Those were blind courage——in other words, they created a good excitement effect when sending them out for a ‘reckless special attack’.
[Recklessness leads to failure. If you underestimate the enemy, you will lose the fight you won. Not only the body, but even the wisdom is poor.]
Skirmishers would report low-level men disguised as meager as ‘fellows not worth fearing’.
It is possible to know the thoughts of inferior species even without seeing them in person. Certainly, with an army of about 20, they would believe that they would win and remain, even considering the strength of the superior species.
Chii profit…
Tel Chizu squeezed and stretched his fingers, which twisted as a side effect of his sorcery, and pressed down on his robe.
[Now, inferiors. Try your best. If the consumption of soldiers can be reduced, then there is no problem with the temporary stigma.]
If the inferior races have become arrogant cattle drunk on the peace of the past, they will probably be busy with petty self-control by now.
It is the same for them that the supply and demand of the enemy soldiers becomes an achievement.
It was enough for the inferior races, who were eager to fight in order to secure a position, to jump out of the castle walls. From Teltz’s point of view, it was a strategy worth investing twenty soldiers in.
However, the only thing that is good to lose is the story of the soldiers. Teltsz rolled his eyes under the tree.
[I’m sorry I left it to you alone. Cheer up.]
[Following military strategy is also the job of a longevity. I will bring a record that exceeds your expectations.]
The troll warrior grabbed the handle of his ax, displaying his fighting spirit.
The sun is already hiding behind the ridge of the mountain.
The time for a showdown was not far off.
***
The waiting room was a bit like a refugee shelter.
“No shit. Look at the tent level.”
Few people were injured—injured Winglings received medical treatment—but the tent felt understated.
‘The North is poor.’
It’s a barren land, so I can’t help it. It is a fantasy national rule.
Compared to the southern part where Carmine University is located, everything was a resurgence of acorns in front of the land price in Gangnam, but my home town, Sargadis, would be better than here. Lady Hennessis is starting to look like the daughter of a wealthy family in Pyongyang.
“Hey! Nor! Here, here!”
When I went to where Dana waved his hand, Fran was also back. I made an impression, paying attention not to be afraid of my expression.
“Miss Francesca. You’re bleeding from your mouth, so you’re here to fight again?”
“Eh? Uh, oh yeah No… ?”
When Fran said honorifics like when he scolded me for lying, Fran also stood upright. I sighed and tugged on those plump cheeks.
“Hey… ?!”
“You are going to fight again after being taken to the hospital after doing that to the crowd of people who told you not to do it? Can you think about how the viewer feels?”
“Nya, Nya doesn’t seem to pinch her cheeks even when the deer carelessly turns… !”
“Aha! That’s the skin wavelength error. This guy, this guy.”
“Aww… !”
I nervously tugged and stretched Fran’s cheeks.
I was giving up on my self-righteousness to stop my wives from fighting with me, but I was still left with a sense of rejection. It may be that he has not yet escaped from the stereotype of machoism.
“You’re my husband’s son. Did I just overdo it too? I can fight, right? Implying that you want to set up a tree in your wife’s hometown?”
“You couldn’t help it because you were going to turn around if you didn’t stop Yooseong-gun. And in fact, it’s more awkward to see Nun Na not struggling. You have to lie down on the sofa and grumble like a chimera zombie to feel the realism.”
“You’re bored, you fucking bastard.”
My older sister seemed to be very upset, so even though I tried to give it to her, I was the one who put up with it with my father-in-law’s notice.
“Are you on your way to speak with the guards?”
“Yes. While the wizards were intercepting on top of the castle walls, we decided to fight in cooperation with the guards in case of emergency.”
“You mean when you have a break?”
“When the trolls escaped. And, as I hate to imagine, when the gates collapsed.”
“Ah, I understand. If those bastards are scattered alive, it won’t be a problem.”
Sweeping up the remnants is harder than destroying the original leadership.
You don’t understand? You can think of a series of games or cartoon movie theatrical versions.
If things like ‘Remnants of Zeon Army’ and ‘Fucking Demon Lord Army Four Heavenly Kings C (Level 99)’ pop up all of a sudden, from the point of view of the father-in-law and friends who are going back to their hometowns, it would be like shit.
‘Because the northern part is not only wide. Even ordinary soldiers are enough monsters to eat dozens of people.’
Originally, isn’t it a national rule that cold regions are only dirty and wide? Reality and fantasy were the same in that respect.
They call it the northern part because they like words, and according to Kang Buk-ho’s method of accumulating other worlds, Britannia is bigger than Korea.
It’s not bigger than South Korea. It is larger than the north and south combined.
‘Even the lord and his vassals wouldn’t believe us 100%, but they must have understood that neglecting the trolls they missed would lead to screwup.’
But are you neglecting the army of the troll king who has lost his job here?
Like a war between human nations, isn’t it impossible to end the war by watching trolls and shobu! If left unattended, ogre partisans and troll terrylists will appear one after another in the northern part of Britannia.
The behavior is an independent army, but in reality it is a neo-Nazi.
If the sea pallums, who are good at eating human flesh, live strong even in the mountains like the director’s seat, is that mother-fucking Heltunt or Britannia?
Just like the village near the demon castle in an RPG, if you just walk 3 steps out of the house, ‘Ogre Magician Appears!!’ Could happen. The entire northern part of the country would literally become a world on top of a dog’s cock.
The Picts/Winglings living in the north had enough reasons to join the war.
“He is also good at strategy. I had to listen to the explanation several times before I understood.”
“It’s just imagination added to bits of knowledge you’ve picked up.”
So I was the one who didn’t know exactly what the battle would be like.
‘It’s possible to imagine with full brain power, but it would be more fucked up if I was certain and then the prediction was wrong.’
Firmly predict and believe the enemy’s strategy, and then kick shit?
If you do, you will have to suffer from extreme astonishment and fear, like opening a cookie box in Grandma’s room to find a needle and thread and finding a cookie inside.
When faced with an incomprehensible situation, people stop thinking.
It means that you might roll dice to check your sanity level, as if you saw the product of a nightmare like small milk francs.
For that reason, I only expected the troll puppies to try to get their troops out of the castle walls by some trick.
Even if you are confident in Amman’s military power, isn’t it a primitive ancient Russian tactic to attack Urya with your head broken in a defensive battle?
If that were the case, it would look like “The Soviet Union existed for a while, but it didn’t exist.” It is an annihilation angle before it even disappears.
They’ll try to create an advantageous war situation by using tricks.
“Ah, come to think of it, isn’t there someone like a warrior commander? There were places like Ulster Village.”
“I have done my best with my age. There are candidates, but the position is still vacant.”
“Hmm.”
The phenomenon of concentration in the metropolitan area is this again.
I expressed my silence by joining my hands together. Is this even the sad reality of rural villages where young people leak out?
[… Hungry.]
No, is the Pict-in any better? I shook my head as I listened to the growl of the old-fashioned old man.
“What about the evacuation of citizens?”
“Oh, I saw that when I came here. Everyone has heard the news.”
Fran explained. I nodded heavily.
‘There are more reasons to participate in the war.’
If the lord or some ignorant bastards hit Unple, we could be pointed out as the cause of the troll army’s surprise performance.
The words of victory on the day of battle also existed in another world.
“Chi, excuse me!”
That was when I was moaning while thinking about when the trolls would attack and whether I would be able to complete Oh’s The Troll Slave before then.
I blinked at the two male and female pairs who broke into our Nawavari, which was like a refugee tent.
[… Uh uh uh! These guys! Those rude bastards!]
[Devil Devil! It’s a fiend!]
The Pict-in warriors recognized the intruders and equipped them with cold weapons. Even if a gay couple bites and sucks in a church chapel, such harsh swearing and instant murder-feedback would not happen.
“Come on, let’s go to sleep! Wait! We are not Magimagi! No! That’s right, but not strictly speaking!”
[Yes! I am Ulster too! Against violence!]
Nambeopsa hid behind Namjeon. I wondered if it was a real gay couple, so I recognized the wizard.
‘Isn’t he the one who was scolded while doing mercenary work in the Pict-in village the other day?’
Then, when the warrior in tattered armor took off his helmet, he was dumbfounded.
“Semmus?”
It was an Ulster man I had met on the carriage to Sargadis for the first time about half a year to a year ago.
When I first met Veronica in all-nude goddess mode, she was also the red-haired Mohican bastard who suddenly appeared in my dream. I’m so damn happy with this shit.
Did the kid even recognize me? He cried out as his face brightened.
“Norang! Help me!”
“Fuck you, fuck you.”
This fucking Little Hitler bitch.
I’m not happy now, fuck you.
