Chapter 71: The Chaotic Battle with the Demonic Werewolves Part 2 (1/2)

Somehow, I get this feeling that I’ll never understand the way these half-orcs think…I’m the one who enslaved them and yet they’re risking their lives to save me?

Half-orcs were initially stationed among the reserves and so they were sufficiently close to the sabre wielders and the shieldbearers.

My intention was to utilize them while minimizing any casualties among them. My concern then was ensuring that they didn’t feel like I was treating them as cannon fodder…

Technically, that was my original intention but still…sending them to die right after I enslaved them was just looking for trouble.

However, from the way they’re rushing into battle now, it looks like these muscle heads never intended to rebel against me in the first place.

By now, the shield formation had fell apart from the werewolves’ unstoppable charge. Behind them, the Mo sabres laid strewn across the battlefield, unwanted and untouched. The werewolves’ had no use for “toys” such as these; to them, their claws and teeth were much more trustworthy.

It was in this unfavorable situation that the half-orcs decided, of their own volition, to join in the fight. The disastrous situation on the frontlines seemed to have no effect on their morale as the half-orcs plunged into the losing battle, their spirits high as they howled at the top of their lungs.

The half-orcs split off a squad to help plug the breach in our frontline while the rest of them rushed in and picked up the scattered heavy shields and sabres. With their looted equipment in hand, they joined the fight against the terrifying werewolves.

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Initially, this unexpected move by the half-orcs startled One-eye; he thought that they were planning to betray us. However, upon seeing them fight the werewolves, he knew that he was wrong. Reacting to their much needed aid, he immediately ordered his men to stall the werewolves in order to give the half-orcs more time to equip themselves.

It was at this moment that No.3 and Big 4 joined in the fight as well. The pair immediately matched themselves against a two-star werewolf of their own.

While they were both short an arm, their combat strength was still formidable. With the aid of their nearby allies, they managed to hold their own against the herculean werewolves.

The hellhounds were Violet Snow’s subordinates and so I had no control over them. Thankfully however, these clever hounds knew to cooperate with our forces in taking down these werewolves.

While the half-orcs were gearing up, they took the initiative to aid this process. They would lunge at any nearby werewolf and stall them while some even brought the half-orcs their gear…

Thanks to them, the half-orcs managed to swiftly arm themselves.

These half-orcs had a natural affinity for weapons. Just based on the fact that they chose to wield a club was proof enough of this. Without any prior training given, these normally dim half-orcs instinctively knew what to do with their newly acquired gear.

The shield wielding orcs immediately formed a frontline for their sabre wielding brethren who retreated right away behind the safety of the heavy bone shields. With their safety secured, they immediately focused their spear thrusts on the nearest werewolves they could find.

Just based on this performance alone, these half-orcs clearly lived up to their reputation as the premier combat race in Gehenna; their talent for weaponry was clearly above my large imps.

Thanks to their impeccable timing, the battle finally took a turn for the better.

With the frontline stabilized, the suppressive effect of the bone archers’ attacks finally shone through.

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Given their relative safety, 100 meters away from the frontlines, the archers were able to rain death upon the werewolves with near impunity, causing them a great deal of pressure. These werewolves not only had to deal with the half-orcs, they also had to watch out for any arrows from above, lest they get skewered by them.

This feeling of being cornered didn’t sit well with the werewolves, if these archers were given space to act as they wished, their defeat was only a matter of time. And so, the werewolves split off four two-star werewolves to handle this problem.

The four werewolves adopted their beastial stance once more and broke into a four-legged charge towards my general direction. Their target, the bone archers atop my bone wall.

However, in order to do so, they first had to overcome the difficult task of breaking through my reserves and half-orcs.

While they weren’t a match for the werewolves in terms of combat strength, their numbers more than made up for this. There were more than 10 times the amount of troops on our side and if they were to focus on stalling the werewolves, even their two-star strength wouldn’t help them much.

This, however, would result in enormous casualties on our side and this was something I didn’t wish to see, whether it was from a sentimental standpoint or a practical one. In order to leave the Prison of the Dead, such needless sacrifices must be avoided.

“Let them through.” I ordered my henchmen after which I divvied up the responsibilities.

“Big 5, you’re in charge of stalling one. Violet Snow will take one while I’ll take another. As for the last one…”

He was taken away by Vick.

This unpredictable fellow had always been prone to such sudden appearances. Perhaps it was due to the novelty of meeting these werewolves for the first time but Vick decided to charge at one of the two-star werewolves without even waiting for my instructions.

As the wispy humanoid came into sight, the werewolf immediately picked up the speed of his charge. His lupine mouth cracked into a toothy grin as his muscular legs rammed even harder into the ground, propelling him forward with greater force. His plan was the same as always, ram into any obstacles standing in his way.

Unfortunately for him, Vick wasn’t any old enemy. He was a wraith and that meant he was immune to any pure physical attack.

As his bulging frame rammed into Vick, a bone-chilling gust of coldness penetrated his body. His body trembled uncontrollably as his body temperature plummeted and his blood circulation slowed to a crawl.

His limbs began to feel like lead as the penetrating cold worked its way throughout his extremities, forcing him to halt his charge and focus his attention on the enemy he had just charged through.

As he did so, a curious Vick began circling around the furry humanoid.

It was his signature move [Running Circles Around You]!

The werewolf didn’t understand the meaning behind the wraith’s seemingly harmless circling but that didn’t stop him from attacking Vick anyway. He leaped at Vick, his mouth wide open and his teeth glimmering in the air. Unfortunately for this dim-witted werewolf, he attack was doomed to fail once more.