Dungeon of Pride, Laplace

In any case, the attack if connects was sure to do its job. The skill used by Giz-Mogo was called [Force bomb] for a reason and that reason was none other than the explosion the skill created in the aftermath similar to a bomb.

The radius of the explosion might not be much when compared to AOE magics. However, it was equivalent in might to a powerful AOE advanced magic.

The [Force Bomb] approached Berigard and when it made contact with the [Mana Aura] around him, it detonated expelling every bit of aura condensed inside it around Berigard.

BOOOOMMM…  there was a bright crimson flash and then moments later came the sound that was so thundering that it could be heard from hundreds of miles away.

The earth cried and a terrifying shockwave that travelled through the ground, hit all of the participants present in the war even blowing many of them away.

When they came to themselves, they were astounded to find a large cloud of dust envelop the place where Berigard was.

The fierce tempest that was raging around that area, was gone and even the weather was returning back to normal, an indication that Berigard had lost. The ogres cheered wildly whereas the orcs who were regaining some spirits after those words from Berigard, dropped to the pits of despair after that loss.

Perhaps they were destined to lose today.

BANG… BANG… Berirock and Berimond who were fighting the Gir brothers who were equal to them in strength, got distracted at this moment and suffered a blow that dealt quite a damage to them.

Coughing a few times, they picked themselves up, their first reaction was not to look at their wound but to glance towards the direction where Berigard was. One cannot see his figure through the smoke but from how his presence had completely disappeared and how the magic he was invoking had dispersed, they came to the same conclusion as others.

Except for two orcs who even while being injured from head to toe, were giving their all to fight one of the Gir-brothers who was far stronger than them.

"This is getting annoying… why am I the only one to get weaklings as his opponent? You guys are not even good enough for a warmup".

Gir-Rego said, he looked in the direction where one of their leaders possessing the crimson horn was fighting and couldn't but click his tongue in envy.

A powerful opponent like that orc, he wanted to fight them himself. However, he got stuck with two opponents who were clearly inferior to him.

Needless to say, the opponents he was fighting, were none other than Bellock and Belmarch. In fact, after fighting with them, Gir-Rego could tell that there was a vast difference in level between them.

He was someone who was slowly approaching the max level of his class. That is to say, his level was above 480. Whereas, compared to him Bellock and Belmarch had just entered the Super class and were around level 411-415.

A difference of more than 60 levels wasn't something that could be easily covered... that is unless one possesses a super powerful item. There was no way the orc commander had any thus they were being easily manhandled by Rego who had yet to display his full power.

In some other case, he would have already disposed of his opponent by now instead of playing with them. However, they were ordered to keep a few strong individuals who are willing to submit alive.

Additionally, when he looked around at the entire orc army, there were no longer any strong people whom he could pass his time by fighting. Thus he had no choice but to play with his opponents a little more carefully and make sure that they didn't break down very soon.

Bellock and Belmarch picked themselves back up, they were drenched in their own blood with hideous looking wounds everywhere and a side of their chest caved in. Nevertheless, they always got back up whenever they were brought down.

The orders that they received from their general was clear. They had to stop the orc in front of them no matter what, even if they have to lay their lives down for it. They also knew the vast difference in strength between them and their enemy.

However that did not daunt them from fighting, on the contrary, the light in their eyes was yet to go out, it was trying to find a way to delay the battle for as long as possible.

"Hmm? I must say that you guys are quite tenacious for an orc. However, it has no meaning without any strength. Well, I do feel pity for you all, your king has abandoned you and the one orc that showed you guys hope is dead".

It is so sad that even I, a member of another race am having sympathy for you. Hmm… that's right how about this. Now that all of your hopes are crushed why don't you two fall on your knees and call me master? If you swear to become my subordinates, I will ask Sir Giz-Mogo to show some leniency towards you".

Gir-Rego stated, confidently. From his perspective, he was going out of his way and doing a great favour for the two orcs. He thought that given such an opportunity, they would instantly pounce on it.

However, he was proven wrong. Instead of pouncing on his offer, they pounced at him instead with their battered bodies.

"Tch… It seems like you still don't understand your situation. In that case, let me beat it into you" Rego said utilising a skill he had been saving up until now. [Greater Force], a skill that increases the damage of an upcoming attack by a few levels.

BANG... "Shockwave Blast]" the attack hit the two orc commanders making them fly away like a broken kite.

"Give up" Rego repeated once again.

"Shut up!!"...

"What?!" thinking that he heard incorrectly, Rego asked once again.

"Shut up!! there is no way our tribe of orcs have lost yet, not until lord Berigard is down" the two orc commanders shouted in unison.

"Lord Berigard? Are you perhaps talking about that orc who was taken down by Sir Giz-Mogo? Don't be stupid, there is no way that orc can survive that attack. Forget about surviving, I doubt if he even has his body intact... Gurururu".

Gir-Rego was no stranger to the skill [Force Bomb] that Giz-Mogo used, in fact, he had seen it quite a few times in the past used by the other powerful ogres. Thus he knew how powerful it was.

Forget about the orc named Berigard who wasn't even a disaster class yet, even beasts in the disaster class would be knocked out if they took that attack head-on like that orc.

Berigard surviving that was impossible, that was the thought of every ogre and even the orcs.

The battlefield which had quietened down for a while, raged once again with the increased enthusiasm of the ogres.

Alongside having levels and tactics, morale also played a large role in a war in that it gives a phycological boost to overcome all trials to the individual fighting in the war.

An army high in morale is sure to win the war seven out of ten times. Similarly, an army without any morale is doomed to get defeated. The effect of such a phycological factor is by no means a certain win factor but it cannot be discounted either.

As could be seen in this war, the orc army although inferior in quality compared to the black ogre army, was by no means weaker if you accounted for their large number. Perhaps it would have been even possible for them to fend off the ogre army or even possibly defeat them.

However, the reason why they were losing so fast, was because the morale of their army had hit rock bottom. They could no longer see any hope of victory thus the resistance that they gathered was also very weak.

The orc army was starting to fall, their formation was also collapsing soon. Even a bystander who did not have any military knowledge would be able to see that.

The area where the [force Bomb had gone off…

"Hmph, so their resistance has finally died down huh. Tch… we wasted quite a lot of our time, now we also have to go and search for that item the lord Gish-Bagh mentioned and capture that orc that turned tails and fled… Hmm?".

Giz-Mogo remarked after looking at the quickly falling orc army. He was just about to turn around to leave when all of a sudden he felt the mana vibrating around this part of the land. This fleeting quickly became stronger and stronger until he could literally see the turbulence of mana in the air.

"What going on?" Perplexed, he muttered internally. Soon his confusion turned into astonishment when he realised that a fierce tempest was starting to take form around the battlefield.

"It can't be…" Giz-Mogo hurriedly turned around and faced the crater. There he could see a silhouette emerge from the hole that his skill had created. Needless to say, that figure was none other than Berigard who should have been blown into smithereens after taking his attack.

'What was going on?' the ogre couldn't believe his eyes. His astonishment turned into absolute bewilderment when he saw the damage the orc suffered was only minimal.

Berigard who had emerged from the crater, did indeed look a little worse for the wear with a few injuries here and there. However other than that there was no other damage the [Force Bomb] should have caused that could be seen on his body.

It was only natural for Giz-mogo to become instantly gobsmacked after seeing that his strongest attack, the skill he put all of his energy into managed to only scratch his enemy.