Surviving as a Knight in a Trash Game

Chapter 153

Blue Fang was looking at the thousand Uruks following him.

“Kurururururu. Chieftain, is there any reason for us to be mindful of those Ice Water Tribe bastards?”

“We were the ones who fled to the East because we were at a disadvantage in the first

place. I don't like those Ice Water bastards, but as proud warriors of Baltara, we must acknowledge what needs to be acknowledged.”

The human faction called the Arthur Domain in the North, and the existence of the Lighthouse Knights and Karl Meyer, were far stronger than Blue Fang had anticipated.

He didn't think all other humans would be like them.

In fact, judging by the occasional reports of other Uruk tribes' successes, it seemed they had conquered quite a bit of human territory elsewhere.

“If we take the eastern region of the humans and give some slaves to Black Eye, that bastard won't say anything either.”

The eastern region was centered around the Ice Water Uruk Tribe, and the chieftain of the Ice Water Tribe was Uruk ‘Black Eye.’

“By the way, are the humans moving according to our intentions?”

Blue Fang, true to his name, revealed his massive blue fangs and grinned.

“They will definitely come.”

Humans foolishly thought Uruks didn't know how to use tactics.

It was true that they preferred frontal assaults, but that was a different matter from Uruks being stupid.

Uruks were a tribe of war, and they knew how to move more tactically than anyone.

They simply preferred not to do so.

And now, Blue Fang judged that it was time to abandon frontal assaults and make a strategic gamble.

It was a chance to overcome the failure in the North.

This time, he absolutely had to succeed.

“Kurururururu. It will be an interesting fight, Chieftain.”

“Yes, this time it will be interesting.”

Blue Fang let out a strange laugh along with the Uruks.

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“Are you sure the Uruk bastards split into groups of 1,000?”

“Yes, Commander. We confirmed that they split into two groups and are on the move.”

“Alright, this is the time for our Changong Knights to make their name known across the continent. If they only have a thousand left now, we can sweep them away with this force.”

Marat, the commander of the Changong Knights, checked the movement path of the Uruk chieftain named Blue Fang on the map.

“If they go in this direction, they'll reach the Terivil Gorge in a few days.”

Terivil Gorge had narrow passages, making it advantageous terrain for ambush tactics.

Once inside and surrounded, it was difficult to escape anywhere.

“This should be enough. If we set up positions like this and when they enter the gorge… first, we intercept them here. Then, we launch a secondary charge against the ones who've become like a hornet's nest…”

A perfect battlefield scenario was being drawn in Marat's mind.

A complete victory, and the tales of his and the Changong Knights' valor, echoing throughout the continent, would astound the world.

“Perfect.”

“Uh… But Commander, what if… what if they know we're ambushing them here? Then, what happens?”

“How could those foolish Uruks possibly predict our ambush? And even if they do predict it, nothing changes. They'll be ones who've been attacked by the great Changong Knights while already riddled like a hornet's nest. Even if the remaining 1,000 are there, they can't beat us, I tell you.”

Marat's mind was intoxicated with the thought of soon grasping a great victory.

Moreover, the image of 150 Lighthouse Knights capturing over 100 Uruks without any losses last time was imprinted in his mind, convincing him that they alone could capture them.

Boris, the Vice-Commander of the Changong Knights, shook his head with a vague sense of unease, but like the commander said, the objective military strength was so high that he judged any danger could be sufficiently eliminated.

“It doesn't seem like a good choice.”

A voice that poured cold water on Marat, who was passionately expounding on the ambush in the gorge with conviction, was heard.

“Ro…gerio… Vice-Commander, please state your reasons.”

“First, in such a narrow space, the combat capability of horses will be reduced. It means pure hand-to-hand combat. That's a condition too favorable for the Uruks.”

“That's why we plan to inflict sufficient damage on them with ranged attacks beforehand and then go in.”

“Even if the Uruks' armament level is poor, they have their tough flesh, so arrows won't cause that much damage.”

“Hmm.”

This was indeed experience gained from numerous battles with Uruks in the North.

However, Marat had no intention of accepting Rogério's advice.

“And, they are not as foolish as the Commander thinks. They have intelligence similar to humans. Perhaps they are even better when it comes to combat.”

“Uruks? Are you trying to say that those pig-headed monsters can really execute such a high level of tactics?”

“That's right.”

Bang!

“Vice-Commander Rogério! Even if I have no experience fighting Uruks, isn't this too much?”

“Why would we come all this way to help you and make up stories?”

“Well, one can't know where that intention lies, can they?”

At Marat's words, Rogério also frowned.

The commander before him was misinterpreting Karl's pure intentions.

Duke Yevgeny, the actual lord, seemed to have trusted Karl and assigned them to the commander, but his subordinate knight failed to read his master's intentions at all.

“You can think as you please, but even though we have fought countless battles with them in the North, they still maintain numbers over 2,000. I hope you think about what that means. And if their separated 1,000 individuals turn towards the gorge, the gorge could instead become your grave.”

“…Even if they somehow return to the gorge, the number of knights here is 500, and there are over 1,000 well-trained elite soldiers. What can a mere 2,000 Uruks do? By the time they attack us, the 1,000 Uruks in the gorge will have already suffered near-annihilation damage.”

Rogério acknowledged that the situation depicted in Marat's mind had already solidified.

‘What my Lord said was correct.’

Karl had thought they wouldn't listen to him anyway.

Karl's opinion that it was better to exclude them rather than have variables arise by keeping them nearby was accurate.

“In any case, the command of the troops lies with you, Commander Marat. I am merely offering advice. However, keep one thing in mind. Uruks choose frontal assaults because they enjoy combat. They are barbaric, but by no means foolish.”

With that, Rogério left one last remark and exited the barracks.

A brief silence fell in the barracks after Rogério left.

“Ahem… Ahem… The meeting continues. Lord Karl is also human, and we don't know how well the Northern knights actually fought. If they were that great, they would have subjugated around 3,000 Uruks long ago. They're just putting us down because they couldn't do it themselves.”

Marat deliberately ignored the previous conversation further and began to point at locations on the map.

Thus, the next day, a total of 500 knights, including the Changong Knights and 200 mercenary knights, along with 1,000 troops, began to move towards the gorge.

“Lord Karl said he would move separately and join us later.”

“It won't matter. It's only 150 knights anyway. Not a significant force.”

Boris was about to say that it was an enormous force including two Master-grade knights and at least five Superior-grade knights, but he kept his mouth shut.

It was obvious he wouldn't hear anything good even if he said so.

Arriving at the gorge the next day, Marat's eyes gleamed as he busily moved around.

He carefully positioned the soldiers and deployed various long-range weapons, including crossbows, to achieve optimal efficiency when the enemy entered.

After some waiting, the eerie cries of the Uruks began to echo through the gorge from afar.

By the time the sun, which had been high in the sky, disappeared and two moons had fully risen, the Uruks finally set foot in the gorge.

“Kurururururu.”

Even though the Changong Knights and soldiers were the ones lying in ambush, the Uruks' strange cries and massive builds made the ambushers even more nervous.

A short while later, when the interior of Terivil Gorge was filled with Uruks, Marat's vigorously raised hand extended towards the Uruks.

“Fire!”

Shushushushuk!

With a sound tearing through the sky, a rain of arrows began to fall upon the Uruks.

Crossbows and bows, into which the vast resources of the East had been poured, and specially crafted arrows were certainly more advantageous in piercing the thick hides of the Uruks than ordinary arrows.

And watching a few Uruks fall under that dense rain of arrows, Marat was convinced his judgment was correct.

‘Yes, Lighthouse Knights or whatever. Their rumors must have been greatly exaggerated.’

Marat, so convinced, once again raised his arm without hesitation.

“All troops! Chaaaaarge!”

As Rogério had said, Terivil Gorge was not a suitable place for a mounted charge, so the soldiers, including the knights, silently began to run on their two feet towards the bottom of the gorge.

“Waaaaaaaaaah!”

Judging the previous attack to have been effective, the Changong Knights and the remaining soldiers, filled with confidence, shouted and rushed towards the Uruks.

Just then.

“Kururururururu.”

“Kuaaaaaaaargh!”

The Uruks, who had been cowering under the rain of arrows, suddenly sprang to their feet.

“Huh…?”

The moment a soldier of the Eastern army, who had been shouting and running at the forefront, hesitated upon seeing the numerous Uruks suddenly rise.

An approaching Uruk smashed the soldier's head with a morning star.

Crack.

The sight that unfolded with a chilling impact sound was truly horrific.

The image of a human head exploding from a single blow made the remaining thousand soldiers running from behind flinch.

And that momentary hesitation led to a very bad outcome.

“Kuaaaaaaaargh! Baltara is watching!”

A too-accurate continental common tongue, contrasting with the eerie war cry, echoed through the gorge, and massive Uruks crashed down upon the Changong Knights and the Eastern troops like a wave.

“What are you all doing! Those bastards have already been hit by arrows. Maintain formation as trained! I said, attack together!”

Marat, commander of the Changong Knights, shouted as he continuously slashed the Uruks' necks with his deep green aura.

“Kuaaaaaaaack!”

“It's a monster… It's a monster…!”

The soldiers, seeing that their spears couldn't properly pierce the bodies of the Uruk warriors emanating blue ghostly fire, unknowingly took a step back.

And in that brief moment, the head of the soldier who had thrust his spear exploded once more.

The Uruks, covered in human red blood and bleeding green blood, were fear incarnate.

And the fear of the soldiers watching them grew day by day.

The knights of the Changong Knights were also struggling in their fight against the Uruk warriors, who were much stronger than expected.

Fortunately, due to the large number of knights, they were managing to suppress the warriors, but even that was not fast enough, and the casualties among the ordinary soldiers were snowballing.

“Save me…! Uwaaaaaah…!”

It was pandemonium itself.

Watching the situation worsen, contrary to his initial plan, Marat's expression contorted fiercely.

Marat clenched his teeth tightly and flared up a brilliant green aura.

[Basharov Sword Style. 5th Form. Swallow's Illusion]

The green aura erupting from his sword momentarily split into dozens, hundreds, and green aura-birds freely swam in the sky.

The birds made of incredibly beautiful aura literally slaughtered the surrounding Uruks.

“Strong human, I am Blue Fang, chieftain of the Blue Fire Tribe. In the name of Baltara, I request a duel with you.”

When the green aura-swallows disappeared and the ground was stained with Uruk blood, a massive Uruk engulfed in blue ghostly fire stood before Marat.

The fangs of the Uruk, smiling as he requested a duel, shone brightly with a blue light.

“Well then, I look forward to it.”

Kwoong!

Blue Fang lunged at Marat, who hadn't even properly introduced himself yet.

Marat, startled by the explosive speed, quickly shot backwards, emitting streams of green aura.

Even though each of his green aura streams was threatening, Blue Fang's ghostly fire literally shattered the aura.

And in no time, Blue Fang's massive shoulder, having approached Marat, slammed directly into Marat's torso.

Kwaaaaang!

With a deafening roar unbelievable for a collision with a human body, Marat flew a considerable distance and rolled on the ground.

“Keok… Cough…!”

Despite blocking the front with aura, the impact was too great, and Marat coughed up blood.

Even as his mind reeled, like a Master-grade Knight, he forced himself up and raised his aura, only to see another massive figure engulfed in blue ghostly fire flying towards him.