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…"

to his ears. When he turned his head, his

"What is it… strategist."

"About that…"

his hands and glanced

he turned his attention back to Brutus and shared his thoughts

could you do

"That's impossible."

of his request. The face of the strategist turned pale, and just as he was about to continue speaking, he

"But why!? If you-"

"I said that's impossible."

shook his head once more, his gaze

the gaze and hastily lowered

that he was

I want to stand here

of a sudden, and the

"Yes?"

you really think I'm someone who would just stand

"N,no."

head, processing

it's not because

"Preventing you?"

he hurriedly turned

preventing you from moving? … Could it

occurred to the strategist, and his

"That's correct."

content that the strategist

were to happen, and the two of us were to fight, what do you think would happen

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

I didn't

strategist hung his head

title of strategist for this conflict; however, in reality, he was not nearly as intelligent as the strategist who represented the other races. He was head and shoulders above

he should've seen through it from

failed as a

"It's alright."

patted him on the shoulder. Although he maintained a fierce expression, the level of ferocity in it was noticeably

still not impossible for us

"You mean…"

eyes of the strategist lit up with excitement, and he quickly

way for us to win the war.

the mind of the strategist,

he

a noticeable

"Commander!"

figured it out? If you did, go ahead and carry out

Brutus looked at him with a knowing look, the strategist's

the end, he let out

"…I understand."

hunched and walked briskly in the direction

after the strategist turned around

murmuring something to himself in a

the