The West, Village of OooThe Leaders of all the goblin villages in the West had gathered in front of the village. Their members were all outside with them talking and partying like fools at a party. One wouldn't be able to tell that they were going to face a serious battle the next day.Gorm took a gulp of his slime and looked up at the other leaders. A hob-goblin twice his size kept poking his cheek. This hob-goblin possessed blond-hair and wore a loin-cloth around his chest with a red tattoo over his left arm crossing to his chest. It was believed that those were the signs of a [Divinity] blessing him, but since he hadn't received a name, they couldn't confirm that."Oi, Gorm! Let's duel!""No.""Come on, come on! It'll be fun!""No.""Brother! We worked our butts off training these guys into what they are now! A little bit of fun wouldn't hurt now, would it? At least a duel for the last!""Don't say such pessimistic things.""P… pessimisk… wha-?""It means don't say bad things."Th
Leveling the ground in their wake, the East's invasion group advanced towards the West. An army filled with three different races in small amounts, all combat ready. In normal circumstances, one would assume they were coming to fight one another, seeing as they were all violent races, but they were all being directed by a very powerful being, so they wouldn't dare."OOOHAAA!""OOOHAAA!"Tearing up the once peaceful environment with their war cries, the trolls, numbering in the fifties shook the ground with their powerful steps, led by the troll king Zod. He was a red troll smaller than the others. A mutation of sorts that compressed his muscles, forcing his muscles to pack more punch than the average troll. With a little bit of work, he easily became the top of his species. Some say with more work and he would have been strong enough to fight the ogre tyrant. That was just their opinions though, he himself didn't believe in such nonsense. Lord Krull was in a league of his own and this
It didn't take long for the West's forces to appear at the borders of the West. The ogre Tyrant who had been flying overhead with his wyvern looked at the West's forces.There were well over two hundred enemies on the West's side. However, it was a collection of E rank and D- rank creatures.He was infuriated. Was this some sort of insult? When he had heard that the West was fighting back, he expected a grander army.300 E rank and D- rank monsters vs 500 D and C rank creatures couldn't even be called a war. Saying it was a fight would even be too much. Worse of all, he couldn't even sense a king rank monster in the mix.What the hell was this? Did his enemy underestimate him to this extent? If he had known the West would do only this he would have brought less creatures for the massacre he was about to cause. Even worse, a hob-goblin came forward and told him to retreat in order to avoid a humiliating defeat.The ogre tyrant at that moment was about to jump to the battleground and ki
"Gorm-san! Don't you think that troll is strong?"This was the leader of the Krav tribe in the West. Wielding his giant mallet and heavy rusty armor, he grinned and scratched his cheek."He alone has taken down fifty of those bees."Gorm agreed with him."Then shall we engage in battle?"Dressed in mere filthy rags and holding a rusty sword, the leader of the Zamp tribe suggested to them."Hehehe… Sure, depends on what I get from it."The skinny hobgoblin said. He held two rusty daggers laced with poison. He was a shrewd fellow, but still one of the hob-goblin captains and the leader of the Stamp tribe."Please, do not suggest something so suicidal."This time, the voice belonged to that of an elderly female hob-goblins. She also wore rags and leaned on her crooked staff for aid. She was the leader of the Tak tribe and also one of the hob-goblin captains."Don't you think so, Oda dearie?"She was referencing to the young hob-goblina who was once her disciple."I will follow Gorm to wh
The East's army rampaged through the forest. Some of them had already been caught by the traps that the enemy had set up. The pit holes filled with night vipers certainly caused them only a few allies, but they pressed on without caring. The next problem was the strong invisible steel-like threads that cut through their armor and killed most of them. The soldiers had to buff themselves up and slice at the air to cut the threads. This drastically slowed down their progress and to top it off, rat men would just pop out from beneath the ground or emerge from tree tops to cut up the soldiers then disappear. Then there were the weird poison puddles and magic projectiles just shooting off at them from the cover of the forest. The very trees fought them and little devils stole their weapons and hurt their eyes, noses and mouths.What the hell was happening? In an all-out fight, the West would normally stand no chance, this time however, the East was playing in the West and as such, the weake
Just as was predicted, the pillars of water that erected from tunnels in the ground eventually died down and the ogres and orcs were able to move forward. Behind the pillars was the army of soldiers on the West. They were nervous since they had suffered some blows to their fighting force from the trolls alone. When they saw the pillars emerge, most of them prayed that it would be enough to wipe them off, alas, it was just wishful thinking.The ogres and orcs let out war cries as they forged forward.The rat men, goblins and insects also let out their war cry and they charged straight ahead.The two armies clashed and it soon turned into a one sided beat down. Sure, the West had numbers on their side, but that wasn't enough to over overcome the power gap between them. Quality overruled quantity in this battle.A bee charged at an unsuspecting orc with its stinger fully prepared, but then a spear was flung at it, impaling its head and the bee fell to the ground lifelessly. The rat men w
The troll king had been stomping the ground furiously after he saw soldiers being flung into the air by the massive pillars of water that erupted from the ground. He wanted to know what was happening over there. What kind of strategy had the West come up with that caused his soldiers to run from the battle? He wanted to fight the person who came up with such a plan. Surely that person was strong. But then he looked at the War monger. The war monger was just watching the events passively, almost as if he didn't care. This piqued the red troll's interest. If it were the normal Krull he would have gotten angry and charged over there to finish off the West. So… why? Why was he just standing there with no reaction? Was he… scared? No. There was no way his liege would be scared of a simple chicken, right? He slapped himself with both palms and shook his head. What was he thinking? If Krull could read minds he would have already been dead. Now he just needed to get ready for the moment Kru
The orcs and ogres let out yells of joy when the troll king arrived. They had been struggling to fight ever since the huge spider came about. However, Zod had managed to break its legs, felling the large creature. Now Zod had gone on top of the giant spider and was joined by Dulk, the orc king.The East was assured of its victory as soon as the first king appeared. Now that both of their kings were present, even Krull would not need to participate anymore. They could at least now ask for mercy after prolonging the fight to this extent."The Kings have arrived! Plow down the West!""Show them what happens when you fight Krull-sama!""OOOOHHH!"The ogres and orcs charged forward with intent to completely destroy the West.The West had been happy when the giant spider had appeared and was destroying the east's soldiers, but then a red troll appeared and knocked it down. To top it off, an orc with the same power as the red troll had appeared and both were now engaged in combat with the sp