Chapter 132: The Beast of the East
This wasn’t how it was planned out in the first place. Those humans who might have much experience with raids would think this to be ludicrous for us to be in the middle of a tug-o-war with a giant beast. However, if there were ways for the humans to go at it, there were also ways for the Green Skins do as well.
Although not very intelligent or agile, this was one of the methods through which the overpowering Ogres and half Ogres could be utilized.
“Kreehhhhhh!”
“Krrrrrrraaah!”
As expected, the beast of the east kept screaming. However, they would not let up. Having found their places, the Ogres would never back down.
“Pull it!”
“Pull!”
The sorcerers of the Black Spear Clan kept injecting magic, so the ropes would not break. The tight rope kept the bastard in a hold.
The ground, on which the countless number of Ogres and half Ogres were, has already begun to sink in. The bastard was getting pulled. In fact, it would be a great advantage if only such situation could be maintained. It was because the distant attackers, including Mev and Black Spear, were continuing to cause damage on the bastard’s feet. However, this maneuver wasn’t being executed just for the sake of gaining only this level of advantage.
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
A sounds of drums reverberated. It was the vocalized drum sounds of Goff Clan who began to yell as if they were cheering at a ridiculous sporting event.
“Goff Clan does not lose!”
“Let’s go!”
“Come on!”
The Ogres’ muscles bulged. One by one, everyone that has been buffed by magic began to shout.
“Wowwwww!”
“Wowww!”
Along with the red eyes and the bulging muscles, blood ran down from their hands as they held on to the rope.
“Come on!”
The Ogres were shouting the same thing, following what that one Orc had shouted.
“Come on!”
“Come on!”
The beast of the east, too, was trying to pull back while shouting, but the bastard was losing. They have already degraded the beast’s stamina earlier. And the continuing attack at the present time was consistently causing damage.
However, determined to not lose, the beast was resisting vigorously.
In other words, this was a fight to for pride. They have no intention of letting up. Then Goff took the position at the forefront, and he, too, began to pull on the rope.
“The chief has joined!”
“The chief has joined!”
Perhaps, this was the most exciting situation of it all.
“Let’s go!”
And the situation in which pulling the bastard seemed impossible was taking place as the beast was losing the tug-o-war. Seeing such an event taking place, I shouted at the swordsmen of the Blood Dagger Clan.
“He’s falling! Ready for battle!”
“He’s falling! Get ready for battle! Victory! For only victory! For Blood Dagger!”
The bastard’s body began to tilt at the same time with their shouts. That bastard’s enormous body was, finally, coming down to the ground. It was truly a scene to behold of the bastard that one normally had to look up way high, just to look at him. This was truly the most precious scene among all the scenes that I’ve witnessed for over 10 years in the continent.
“Krehhhhh!”
“Kwang!!!!”
“Wowwwwwww!”
With the cheering scream of the Goff Clan, there came the ground shaking noise, and rising of dust that filled the vicinity. However, there was no time to waste. That was because it was important to take full advantage of the situation before the bastard would regroup to find its balance again.
“Victory! For only victory! For Blood Dagger!”
“………..!”
The Ogres kept the ropes staked to the ground by continuously injecting magic, and kept restricting the bastard’s movements. It was same for Jung Hayeon. Even though the roots that popped out of the ground could not completely restrain the beast of the east, they were definitely tying him up.
Right then, the swordsmen of the Blood Dagger Clan and the assassins got on top of the bastard. Rushing forward with Gark and Hark in the middle, they were wielding their swords as they charged.
“Wowwww!”
Especially, having pierced his long sword into the bastard’s body, Gark kept running with the part of the sword inside the bastard’s body. Hark was also running forward with two swords pierced into the bastard. I was doing the same as well. Everything that came into my view was a target. As I kept cutting the bastard’s body while continuously changing out weapons, blood poured out of the beast of the east’s body. Black Spear Clan kept aiming their spears and spells on the bastard’s neck. Black Spear, too, saw that now was the perfect opportunity.
‘Good.’
The training has begun to come to fruition. As the bastard’s scream became louder, the tribes’ attacks became more intense. The small wounds began to tear up bigger, and the bastard’s body has been covered with blood already.
It was then.
The bastard began to rise slowly. To be precise, he didn’t exactly rise up. It was that as he struggled, and as a result, Jung Hayeon’s roots were beginning to break apart, one by one.
“This…This is the limit.”
Jung Hayeon was shouting, and I, too, was looking at the bastard as it slowly rose up. Now, it was the time to maximize the benefit since the recent tug-o-war has completely reset the beast’s attention. Unless it was Goff, it would be limited even for Gara or Orbo to distract the bastard’s attention.
“Don’t let up!”
“Restrain the beast of the east!”
The Ogres began to shout again, but the bastard’s pain filled struggles caused them to lose their grips on the rope, one by one. At this rate, it would be very soon that the bastard would come to his feet. All this hard work wouldn’t go to a waste unless one of the beast’s heads was cut off.
The bastard’s neck, which the Black Spear Clan has focused on attacking, began to come into my view. It appeared quite loose. Without any words, I ran towards Goff. As if he has understood what I was going to do, he raised his shield as a platform on which I could easily jump off of. It was at the moment that my foot touched Goff’s shield.