The Author's POV

[Demon Domain, Kuzma City]

"Attack!"

"Charge forward!"

"Raise your shields and charge!"

The orcs charged forward, their roars echoing through the air as they attempted to breach the demon city.

Rumble! Rumble!

The sound of their footsteps reverberated across the ground as they ran toward the towering walls. The walls themselves were fortified with layers of thick stone, with towers and battlements dotting the top, bristling with weapons and soldiers.

The orcs brandished their weapons - crude axes, spears, and swords - and began pounding against the walls with all their might.

Clank! Clank!

The sound of metal on stone rang out as they smashed their weapons against the unyielding surface, hoping to make a crack in the demon's defenses.

The demons atop the wall retaliated with volleys of different spells and arrows, raining down on the orcs like a deadly hailstorm. The twang of bowstrings mixed with the screams of dying orcs as they fell to the ground below, their bodies broken and lifeless.

"Argh!"

"Akh!"

"Continue to charge!"

But the orcs were undeterred, their sheer numbers giving them unrelenting momentum as they continued to throw themselves against the walls, stepping over their fallen comrades.

"Charge!"

They had no regard for their own safety, only a fierce determination to break through the defenses and conquer the city.

As the battle raged on, the orcs tried everything in their power to breach the city's walls.

They brought forward battering rams, hoping to smash through the gates, but the demons were ready for them.

The rams were met with a rain of flaming arrows, igniting the wooden frames and sending them crashing to the ground.

Boom―! Boom―! The walls of the city shook every time the orcs rammed against them, but as if they were made out of the sturdiest of materials, they didn't budge an inch.

"Continu-ahgh!"

The orcs continued to ram the walls, but it proved to be a futile endeavor.

Not only were they unable to break through the walls, but with each passing second, they suffered an increasing number of casualties as well.

"Khhh…khhh… This is not good."

Brutus muttered, overlooking the entire battlefield from afar.

He wielded a massive war axe in the palm of his hand. Because it was so heavy, the ground beneath the axe began to slope downward.

Brutus took his time as he brought the axe up to rest on his shoulders, all the while keeping his eyes fixed on the walls off in the distance.

"Commander…"

a voice rang next to his ears. When he turned his head, his

"What is it… strategist."

"About that…"

hands and glanced at the walls in

he turned his attention back to Brutus and shared his thoughts with

possible, could you do something about

"That's impossible."

was abruptly refused before he even had a chance to state the nature of his request. The face of the strategist turned pale, and just as he was about to

"But why!? If you-"

"I said that's impossible."

once more,

strategist immediately flinched at the

knew that he

you think I want to stand here and do

of a sudden, and the strategist raised

"Yes?"

should know me better than anyone by now. Do you really think I'm someone

"N,no."

strategist shook his head, processing those words extremely

it's not because

"Preventing you?"

strategist at last gave off the impression of having comprehended something, and he

something that's preventing you from moving?

to the

"That's correct."

that the strategist had finally grasped the

If that were to happen, and the two of us

would the after effects of their battle reach the entire battlefield, but the losses that would be sustained because of it would

didn't think of

his head

however, in reality, he was not nearly as intelligent as the strategist who represented the other races. He was head and

he should've seen through it from the very

failed

"It's alright."

he maintained a fierce expression, the level of

is still not impossible for us

"You mean…"

with excitement, and he quickly

a way for us to win the

already present in the mind of the strategist, and he

he raised his head

also a noticeable

"Commander!"

out? If you did, go ahead and carry out

him with a knowing look, the strategist's expression

the end, he

"…I understand."

spun around with his shoulders hunched and walked briskly in the direction of one of the tents

change immediately after the strategist turned around and

inhaled deeply before murmuring something

is the