As the ninth commander of the Orcan Army, Marule was a strong warrior who took great pride in himself and his unusually hard Orcan skin.

He and his fleet of ten thousand soldiers had travelled through the seas, from Elyrus to the cursed land of Levaria where his father, and father's father had all died fighting for a king whose face they had never seen.

His arms were crossed as he sat on top the main mast of the largest ship that led the fleet.

The wind blew against his hairless green head. His fangs pressed against his lips as he looked at the army of Humans ahead. The ones he had been trained all his life to slay. The ones his family had died slaying.

He clinked the breast plate of his black armor with his knuckles.

"Hmph!" He clinked it again. Louder.

It echoed, resounding through the seas.

His soldiers were a bit weary, for they had travelled for four days and four nights, and had fought against the rulers of the sea; the mer people, just so they could cross the sea to Levaria.

But, they were orcs. They were born for battle. A little side battle couldn't deter them.

He clinked his armor again.

This time, thousands of clinks echoed through the air after him.

He clinked it again as he slowly stood up on the main mast.

And the thousands of clinks followed again.

"For our King Keranus! For Our God Luci!!" He clinked again as his scream tore through the air.

"For our King Keranus! For Our God Luci!!" Thousands of deep, Orcan voices resounded as they cut the air like blades.

Shing!

He drew his sword from his sheathe. The golden, afternoon sunlight gleamed on it as he raised it up.

"Go and die for your king! For your God!" He screamed.

Shing!

The unsheathing of thousands of blades echoed through the air.

"Hololololololo!!!!!" The Orcs screamed.

Marule smirked, his fangs pressing more on his green lips, "it is really a beautiful day to die." He whispered.

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"Hololo? What are they screaming?"

Jeriq asks, like I'm not in the same boat as him.

I just shrug. "Must be their chant or something."

"They're here." He whispers.

"Yeah."

"Mages!" A voice rings out. "Hold."

The army moves, only weapon users. I stand, watching as Jeriq nods and runs forward.

George stands too, watching the weapon users move.

The Orcan ships land on the beach. And large, towering figures immediately start jumping down from their ships.

I can't see them clearly from here. But, they aren't what I expected at all. They don't look like brutes. They're all dressed in armors, wielding weapons of different types.

"Prepare your spells." George speaks to me.

I nod.

We're the only mages in our troop. So, the others have all rushed forward.

Clang~! Clang~!

The sound of steel meeting with steel echoes through the air.

George clenches his fists tightly. "How can I stand here while my men battle?"

I'm simulating my plan. I'm not with my Chakram. So, I'd have to go using raw spells.

Air spells and flame spells.

All the mages are held back. And I think George's not the only captain feeling this way. Even some mage captains of large, green troops are frustrated.

But I think it's all part of General Varlen's strategy.

Clang~!

George looks back. And he smiles at a figure in the distance.

I turn to see where his gaze is focused on.

There're people dressed in white, long, robes standing on top the hills, they're innumerable.

Clang~!

"Who are they?" my voice's loud. So the noise on the battlefield won't drown it out.

"Those are healers. They are sent from the Holy Continent of Hubolt every year for our war."

I nod. "I see."

He gnashes his teeth as he looks forward, watching his men fight.

I look forward, and I see Jeriq in the distance. His blade is wrapped with a bright silvery hue as he swings, severing arms, legs, and heads of Orcs.

Wow. The guy can fight.

The Orcs are all green, and huge like some kind of mini giants; like K level of huge. They're bald, and they all have fangs that press against their lips.

They're all dressed in black armor. Holding weapons of different types. Some spears, some swords, some shields.

I turn on my mana sight.

Ah. They're no different from monsters.

They have crimson cores revolving around them. The bigger the core, the stronger they are.

The only difference they have with monsters is that monsters' crimson cores hover above their heads, but it revolves around the Orcs like the white, colorless cores of weapon users.

"Mages! Purge these bastards!" The general's voice rings out again.

George immediately leaps, sparing no time as he heads forward with insane speed.

I clench my fists.

Wind step.

The air mana in my circle moves through my pathway, toward my legs, slamming down beneath my feet, and the force propels me into the air.

As I reach the air; I use it again,

Wind step.

It's like my toes touch the air itself as I leap further, info the battlefield.

I land softly, creating no thuds.

I adjust my mask immediately, and I outstretch my two hands.

A red runic glyph hovers above my right hand, and a green runic glyph hovers above my left hand.

I push the glyphs forward, and the red one hovers in front of my face — pointing towards some Orcs in the distance, and the green one points toward the Orcs by my side.

Boom! Fwoosh!

They fire simultaneously; fire and wind arrows.

Tssh.

My glyphs dissolve as I coat my two hands, from elbow til fingers with blade-like flames.

I rush toward an Orc soldier who just slayed a green uniform Jalozian soldier with his axe.

As he spots me, he swings down heavily, aiming to cleave me in half, but I side step it, and I twist my waist as I slash him with my flame blade horizontally. The blood splatters on my red uniform.

I clean it off with my hands. I sense one behind me. With my left flame blade, I block the blade rushing toward my left shoulder, and the Orc's sword melts.

I turn immediately, severing its head with my flame blade.

I rush toward where Jeriq is slaying Orcs.

His spear twirls between his two hands as he cleaves two simultaneously with his spear.

He thrusts his spear at the one running toward him, and he leaves a hole in its stomach.

I stand behind him. "Not bad." I whisper.

He scoffs, "I know."

I run away from him, leaping into the air as I summon a green glyph above my head in the air.

A gush of wind flows from the glyph above my head, blowing over a group of five Orcs, and it destabilizes them.

Jeriq slides under me, wasting no time as he slaughters the five Orcs in a fluid motion.

"I think I'm getting the hang of this." He whispers to me as he stands up, twirling his spear with a smile on his face.

My lips widen, "same."