Radiant Dragon’s Otherworldly Reincarnation

Chapter 34. Please Become Our Neighbor (2)

Patrick spoke to the bowed Sanson in a cold voice.

“If you understand, go and tell the other soldiers. Tell them to stop whining and to steel their hearts.”

“You knew?”

“What, that you were pushed to be the representative to try and stop me? Did you think I wouldn't know that?”

“……”

“It's obvious. Go and manage the men properly.”

“Yes. Understood, Young Master.”

And before withdrawing, Sanson spoke to Patrick.

“Young Master. May I ask one last thing?”

“What is it now?”

To the clearly annoyed Patrick, Sanson said seriously.

“Can we win?”

“Of course.”

“We will be fine. But the Young Master, as the heir to the fiefdom, must return safely. Really….”

“Ah, I said we'll win, we'll win. King Ogre or whatever, I'll beat them all. Got it?”

At Patrick's blunt assurance, Sanson bowed deeply and said.

“I will prepare the soldiers as commanded.”

“Good work.”

And Patrick watched the withdrawing Sanson and chuckled.

Who do these brats think they're worrying about?

“Is it for real?”

“Are we really, really doing this?”

“Captain. This is madness.”

The soldiers gathered before Sanson said in unison.

They were the ones who had asked Sanson to persuade Patrick.

But the returning Sanson was instead persuaded by Patrick, arguing that they must fight the King Ogre.

For them, it was a mind-boggling turn of events.

But Sanson's attitude was firm.

“There is nothing wrong with the Young Master's words. In the first place, are we not soldiers who fight to protect the fiefdom?”

“But this time, the opponent is too big. It's a King Ogre.”

“So what if the opponent is big?”

“…Big brother.”

“Are you going to run away?”

“……”

“I'm asking if you're going to abandon the residents we must protect and run away just to save yourselves.”

No one answered Sanson's words.

And Sanson roared.

“You pathetic bastards!”

“……”

“How long are you going to just whine?”

“No, Big brother, we….”

“We are already in the same boat as the Young Master. But are you going to show only doubt, complaints, and anxiety every time the Young Master does something?”

“……”

“It is not the Young Master who protects us. It is we who must support the Young Master's back and fight together. And it's natural to risk our lives for that. Didn't you know that either?”

“……”

“Bastards who aren't even prepared to risk their lives want to become knights? Get lost right now! I have no need for subordinates like you!”

At Sanson's words, the other soldiers' expressions crumpled miserably.

Sanson was a man of large build and great strength, but he had never suppressed those around him with force.

Rather, he was the tolerant type who listened well to others.

For such a Sanson to get this angry was both surprising and shameful for the soldiers.

How bad must it be for that Sanson to get this angry at them?

The thought alone was shameful.

And Sanson, after briefly composing his ragged breath, looked at the soldiers and said.

“As you all know…. We were originally guys for whom it wouldn't have been strange to die at any moment.”

It was true.

They were soldiers who always had to risk their lives even if just one or two trolls appeared, let alone a King Ogre.

If ten men enlisted as soldiers, after a year, five of them would be dead; that was the existence of a soldier in the Schneider fiefdom.

Such soldiers had not suffered a single fatality in the past few months.

It was all something that happened after Patrick began to take the lead.

Sanson spoke firmly to his subordinates.

“The Young Master is destined for great things. He might even leave his name in history. The process of following him will never be smooth. Therefore….”

Sanson, who had paused for a moment, looked around and said.

“Decide here. Either follow the Young Master without ever doubting him again. Or….”

Sanson pointed a finger into the distance and said.

“Go. I do not wish to be with such people.”

At Sanson's words, Oliver was the first to step forward and speak.

“What should we start with?”

“That King Ogre or whatever, let's just do it.”

“Come to think of it, whether you die to a goblin or a King Ogre, dying is dying, right?”

“Tsk, even if you die, you have to die in style. Right?”

“That's true. Damn it, come to think of it, since when did we live so safely to act like this?”

“I know, right. I almost died just last year and barely survived.”

“Ah, you got chomped by a troll once.”

“Damn it, more than the pain, I'll never forget that smell for the rest of my life. What the hell do those bastards eat?”

There were no longer any frightened and intimidated soldiers in this place.

In the first place, the soldiers of the Schneider fiefdom were strong soldiers.

They were momentarily frightened by the fact that there had been relatively few casualties in recent months and the presence of the big shot that was the King Ogre.

But originally, risking their lives to fight was a familiar affair for them.

Those who had steeled their resolve were no longer cowards.

* * *

-Krrrrrrrr….

It was an existence that could not be expressed with the simple word ‘dangerous’.

Giant, writhing muscles.

A hide like a red-hot lump of iron.

From its red eyes, larger than a human head, a brutal aura that surpassed mere killing intent overflowed.

Crunch.

Craaack.

It was just walking, but that alone was enough for even giant trees, centuries old, to snap like reeds before this being.

And following the path created by that overwhelming presence, dozens of its subordinates followed.

The King Ogre.

A monster classified as a great catastrophe that could threaten the existence of a nation was present in this very place.

The King Ogre knew why it existed.

He was a king.

A king is one who reigns.

He was a being whose desire to conquer more land and command a larger pack was ingrained down to the level of instinct.

Therefore, the King Ogre created a pack that followed him.

He subjugated them one by one with force and thus increased their numbers.

Now, his power and presence had risen to the point where he could subjugate other Ogres just by existing, without having to fight each one.

The Ogre, known as a high-ranking species even among large-sized monsters.

Such Ogres had formed a pack of over 50.

It was truly an overwhelming force.

There were no longer any enemies in this vicinity that could threaten the King Ogre and his pack.

But it was still not enough.

He wanted more subordinates and more territory.

But there was an enemy that stood against him.

A race of warriors, smaller than Ogres but possessing a strong fighting spirit.

The territory of the Red Rock Orc Tribe had begun to overlap with the King Ogre's.

“Krrrrrrrr….”

It was not a being to avoid battle.

Rather, battle was what the King Ogre desired.

He would crush his enemies with force, chew their flesh and bones for sustenance, and conquer their lands to make them his own territory.

Wider territory and more prey.

In the end, that would create more subordinates.

Finally, the settlement of the target, the Red Rock Tribe, came into the King Ogre's sight.

The settlement, made of tents of leather and wood, lacked even the common wooden fence, unlike a human village.

-Kwoooor….

Kaaaar!

The King Ogre pointed a finger at the Orc settlement and commanded its subordinates.

Go.

Trample them.

They are the banquet I have permitted for you.

The moment the king's permission was granted, a vicious aura began to flow from the bodies of the Ogres who had been silently following.

-Krrrrr….

-Kwooooorrr

-Kahaaang!

In the first place, the Ogre is a monster so ill-tempered that it is bound to live a solitary life.

The moment their instincts, suppressed by the King Ogre, were unleashed, they were no different from bloodthirsty beasts.

50 Ogres, liberated by the instinct for destruction and slaughter, charged towards the Red Rock Tribe.

“Warriors of the tribe! Take up your weapons!”

At Turanta's command, all the Orcs took up their stone weapons.

And at their head, Turanta held his own weapon and shouted from the very front.

“Fight without retreat! We are Orcs, the race of warriors!”

“Uwooooooooh!”

“Let's gooo!”

Turanta and hundreds of Orc warriors bravely charged towards the Ogres.

Normally, skilled Orc warriors sometimes hunt Ogres in groups.

But that was when there was only one Ogre.

-Kwooooorrr!

-Kraaaang!

The Ogres, charging in a group of dozens, were a great threat even to the hundreds of Orc warriors.

Nevertheless, no Orc retreated, and finally, the two groups clashed.

Thwack!

Crash!

Crack!

With the sounds of breaking and shattering, blood splattered from both sides and chunks of flesh were torn away.

“Uwaaaaaaaap!”

The stone sword wielded by Turanta, the chieftain of the Orcs and the strongest warrior of the Red Rock Tribe, struck the Ogre before him squarely.

The Ogre hit by his stone sword collapsed backward with its chest caved in, but even that was not a fatal blow.

-Kwooooor!

The Ogre shouted irritably and charged at Turanta again.

Turanta bravely swung his stone sword to face the Ogre, and the Ogre's fist and Turanta's stone sword clashed fiercely.

Crash!

Craaash!

Clang!

Turanta, wielding a giant stone sword reminiscent of a pillar, was certainly strong.

He wasn't pushed back even against an Ogre, but rather had the upper hand.

But that was only Turanta's story.

-Kaaaang!

“Tantaaaa!”

“You baaastard!”

Elsewhere, the Orcs were ganging up to attack the Ogres, but the overall situation was not good.

Normally, when Orcs hunt an Ogre, they surround it, strike from its blind spots, and gradually weaken it.

But that was impossible now.

With dozens of Ogres charging in a group and a melee breaking out, how could they possibly form an encirclement?

In the end, they had no choice but to charge bravely from the front, but not all Orcs possessed the skill of Turanta.

“Kwaaaak!”

“Keohuk….”

Screams of Orcs could be heard from all over.

Orcs being crushed by Ogre fists, grabbed and slammed to the ground, shattered and broken.

The Ogre would then put the broken Orc corpse in its mouth on the spot, chew, eat, and look for its next prey.

“Uwooorrr! Unforgivable.”

“Kill them!”

The Orcs, further spurred on by the deaths of their comrades, bravely charged at the Ogres.

But the tide of battle was still not good, and they were gradually being pushed back.

Before long, the number of Orcs had dwindled by dozens, and even the chieftain Turanta, who had been fighting valiantly, was surrounded by three Ogres and engaged in a difficult battle.

“Chieftain!”

The young Orc warrior Tutan, seeing Turanta's crisis, bravely charged in to intervene.

But Tutan was still too young to face an Ogre.

“Kwooooorrr!”

The Ogre swung its fist at the charging Tutan, and Tutan tried to block it with his stone sword, but….

Craaaack!

“Kuaaaak!”

With a single clash, both of Tutan's arms were broken.

“Kuuuuuh….”

But he did not let go of the stone sword in his hands until the end.

And he tried to move his broken arms by force to attack the Ogre again.

“Uwooooooooh!”

But no matter how excellent his fighting spirit, there is a limit to how the physical body can respond to that spirit.

His broken arms could no longer lift the weapon, and the Ogre's heavy fist flew towards such a Tutan.

In that moment of life and death….

“Ah, seriously!”

Something flashed, grazing past Tutan's cheek.

Immediately following the flash was a deafening roar like a rock shattering….

Kwaaaang!

-Kuh….

Krrrrr….

And Tutan saw it.

The Ogre, with a large hole pierced through its torso, vomiting blood and slumping down.

In front of it stood Patrick, scowling.