Morning Light
{Meer Calendar, March 13, 2 Years of Demon War}
{The Morning}
The morning sun shines through the dense leaves of the Bog Forest.
The shimmer of the sun's rays reflected from dews that were trapped on the leaves. The Bog Forest seemed to shimmer like green pearls. The birds were chirping and calling each other in the clear blue sky that morning.
They greet the beauty of the morning.
The wind from the east brushed the thick leaves of the Bog Forest, revealing the horror behind that beautiful scenery. The sounds of iron clanged against each other. The sound of monsters' roar and cries of human pain, compete with each other to determine which is louder.
These voices come together to form the tone for the orchestra of death.
Bold saw his comrade thrown far away after being hit by a blow from the green monster's club.
Bleekk!
That was the sound he heard as his comrade's iron armor collided with the green monster's club.
Not a sound of wood meeting iron, but the sound of pounded soft meat. That green monster's club didn't feel the resistance of human iron armor.
With a height of 2 meters, a green body, and muscles that are as hard as iron. This green monster was one of the species that ruled the Bog forest, Orcs.
After the demon declared all-out war, the Human, Elf, and Warbeast Alliance focused all its attention on confronting them.
Making them not have enough troops to deal with these monster pests.
The orc is known for being a warlike race, attacking like a hurricane with their powerful bodies and rapid regeneration, making them advance into enemy formations without fear.
It takes more than 5 ordinary soldiers to kill one orc without casualty. If less than that there is a possibility of soldiers suffering severe injury and even death. If only half of that number then the death of all soldiers are confirmed. If someone still lives after that, he is a very lucky one.
Even so, with good preparation and formation, orcs are easy enemies to deal with.
Their still primitive weapons and armor make them vulnerable to hit-and-run tactics. With long spears and shields possessed by warriors, they only needed to surround the orcs and take turns to attack, causing the orcs to die from stab wounds.
A strong body and rapid regeneration were not enough to make them avoid death from blood loss.
If there was a mage in an army, then the orcs would only become nuisance flies. The way they attacked without fear allowed the mage to kill hordes of orcs with a single [Fireball] or [Lightning Chain] spell.
'Orcs are stupid creatures who only know how to attack', that's how historians' book describes it.
But in this morning Bold wanted to strangle and piss on the historians who recorded that.
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{Last Night}
Bold was staring at the bonfire. Wait until the boiled potato soup is cooked.
The light from the bonfire shone on his face.
Bold was an ordinary soldier. He had neither mana flow nor good swordsmanship.
The war forced him, who was only a farmer, to join the fight.
He is young and unmarried.
He has a simple face. Far from handsome, but not ugly. Just simple.
Bold pensively stared at the bonfire. A boisterous voice suddenly sounded in his ears. Bold turned.
A red light shone from the center of the camp. Bold's face turned serious. The light came from the food carriage.
The Alliance wanted to hold the demon army outside of their territory's borders. For that, they made a defensive line at the foot of the Wolf Slopes mountain.
But to achieve it requires a long journey from the human kingdom. Therefore they divided into several logistics troops.
This small number of troops will take a much closer route, namely the Bog forest. and This camp is one of those logistic troops. Their job is to bring food to the front line.
So that when the food carriages burns, the soldiers immediately panicked, they didn't have time to put on their armor and immediately rushed to put out the fire.
The commander looked pale then his face turned red.
"What are you guys doing!? Water! Water! Get some water! GET IT QUICKLY OR I CUT OFF YOUR LEGS!" The commander shouted angrily.
If the fire is not immediately extinguished and the food carriages are burned down, then the commander's career will be over. Being homeless is the best fate or he will end up on the gallows, as the worst fate.
Campsites are made so that the most important things are close to a water source. Therefore the route of the soldiers to fetch water was very close to the food carriages, but the fire that burned the dry rice and wheat was too great.
The carriages are arranged in a row of five adjacent rows. Soldiers' tents were built around it. There were more than ten food carriages on fire, the flames spreading rapidly engulfing the nearby cart.
Bold was one of the soldiers who rushed to put out the fire. Drops of sweat kept dripping from Bold's forehead. He had gone back and forth eight times to fetch water.
Their troops were required to rush to the defensive line. However, the uncertain condition of the Bog forest made the journey hampered.
One of them is the road that was cut off due to landslides. They were forced to dig it, they did not choose another way because of the steep hill on their right and the ravine on their left.
It was evening when they finished digging. The night is a dangerous time in the Bog forest. Not only the abundance of wild animals but also the fog covered the path.
The commander decided to set up camp in this place. He didn't want to lose the food carts by falling into the ravine.
'Is this an enemy attack? But who can attack without the guards knowing?' Bold's thought while running.
There was the sound of hurried footsteps. The direction of his arrival from the guard post.
"orcs... enemy attack!! Orcs are attacking!" The guard reported with still hurried breaths.
"Damn it! How many?" The commander asked.
"There are only five of them, sir!" The guard answered.
"Only five??" The commander looked astonished because if the burning of the Food carriages was the enemy's plan, the five orcs attacking the soldier-infested encampment camp would be a foolish strategy.
"Just keep the guards against them, report if anything strange happens. The other soldiers stay here and put out the fire!" the Commander ordered.
The commander only thought that this orc was only interested in seeing the fire and started attacking without thinking anything else. Prioritizing the Food carriages over eliminating five orcs was the right decision.
But something happened that gave Bold a bad feeling. When the fire was almost extinguished there was still no word from the guards about the five orcs.
The Commander's forehead wrinkled, he also felt something strange. But seeing the fire that was burning the food carriage was about to go out, he ignored that feeling.
A few minutes later, from behind the fog, Bold saw a silhouette walking toward them.
'Who is that? Why is he walking from that direction?' Bog's feeling is getting worse.
The silhouette came down the steep hill. He walked as if he was on level ground. Like he can walk on walls. The silhouette drew closer.
He didn't walk alone, another much bigger silhouette appeared. Bold's face paled.
The face of the first silhouette appeared, It was a young orc.