Ainz Ooal Gown: Noble Knight

He must not show weakness in front of the army.

He raised his thick arm and swung it forward.

"Order the Gale Tribe to launch an attack!"

The flag bearer in the center waved the flag, and the bugler sounded the urgent attack horn.

The sound of the notes exploding was like the roar of a beast before it attacks.

The Gale Tribe began its operation.

The leopard-headed beastmen charged out of the ranks, their limbs long and powerful, each step covering a distance far exceeding that of other races, moving as fast as golden arrows skimming the ground.

Jaka was at the forefront.

His leopard eyes were fixed on the lone figure in front of him, his tail stretched into a straight line behind him.

Jaka knew that the initial charge would be almost certain death as cannon fodder, but he still chose to be at the forefront.

He had no choice but to do so for the sake of his tribe.

But at least, dying before his people was the small act of redemption he could offer.

Jaka let out a low growl, a roar against fate, and also a way to embolden himself.

"kill!"

The leopard-men of the Gale Tribe roared incoherently as they swept towards Sebastian.

The Orc King stood on high ground in the center of the army, his gaze fixed on the golden wave.

He wanted to see for himself just how powerful that dragon really was.

However, the Orc King saw Hell.

Jaca, who was at the forefront, was the first to reach Sebastian. He was incredibly fast, his blade slicing through the air, heading straight for Sebastian's throat.

This is the leopard man's proudest attack method: to deliver a fatal blow with absolute speed before the opponent can react.

But his attack missed.

Sebastian tilted his head slightly just before he was about to make contact.

The movement was minimal, but this movement of less than an inch allowed Jaca to unleash a strike imbued with all his power and speed, leaving Sebastian with nothing more than a gentle breeze.

In fact, Sebastian made the dodge move because he saw Jaca's determination.

Out of respect for such a determined warrior, Sebastian decided to take it seriously.

Jacques' pupils suddenly contracted.

He didn't even have time to change direction.

Sebastian's fist had already landed on his chest.

"boom!"

A dull thud echoed across the battlefield. Jaka's body flew backward like a stone launched from a catapult, traveling even faster than it had come.

His sternum shattered the instant the fist made contact; the sound of breaking ribs was like a piece of dry firewood being snapped.

Jaka's body tumbled through the air, passing dozens of charging leopard warriors behind him, before crashing into the rubble of the valley, raising a cloud of dust.

Jaka's eyes were still open, but a large section of his chest had caved in, and blood was oozing from the corner of his mouth, soaking his light golden fur.

He is dead.

From charging forward to death, it's just a fleeting moment.

There was no time to mourn the leader's death.

Next up is the Leopard Man, the second-in-command of the Gale Tribe.

"Die!" the older leopard warrior shouted hoarsely.

But the next second, his voice was drowned out by the sound of bones shattering as Sebastian punched through his skull.

There was no time to mourn the passing of the second-in-command.

Next to appear next to Sebastian was the son of the second-in-command.

He had already surpassed his father's speed, but Sebastian was faster.

His pride in his agility was like that of a toddler learning to walk in front of Sebastian.

The second-in-command's son lunged from the side, his claws aimed straight for Sebastian's nape.

Without turning his head, Sebastian swung his hand back, the sharp energy slicing across the leopard-man's neck, his head flying off before crashing heavily to the ground.

Blood was spilled on the battlefield.

The leopard-men of the Gale Tribe charged forward one after another, only to fall one after another, their corpses piling up in a circle around Sebastian.

The Orc King stood on a high point in the central army, watching all of this.

His hands were trembling slightly.

While listening to the fleeing bear-men recount the ferocity of the battle and the strength of their opponents in the camp, he didn't feel much of a sense of reality.

The deaths of three thousand bear warriors are merely a number of casualties.

But when he saw with his own eyes that the other side could take the lives of orcs so easily, he was completely shaken.

'What kind of monster is a dragon...?'

The thought, like a cold snake, coiled around his heart.

He raised his hand, as if to give the order to sound the retreat.

Chapter 87 "Escape"

The Orc King's hand hovered in mid-air, a hint of struggle flashing in his eyes.

In that very moment of hesitation...

The Blood Night and Steel Fang tribes have completed their encirclement of Sebas.

The wolf-headed beastmen attacked from the left rear, their curved blades gleaming coldly.

The tiger-headed beastmen surged up from the right rear, their orange-black tiger stripes appearing and disappearing in the rising dust.

Following their pre-battle plan, they used the Gale Tribe as bait. Once the dragon was "entangled," they flanked it from both sides, forming an encirclement.

The plan is perfect.

But the reality is cruel.

Sebastian's rhythm was not disrupted in the slightest.

His right foot was raised high, and the charging wolf-orc felt a darkness before his eyes as Sebastian kicked him into the ground.

Sebastian swept his hand blade horizontally, severing the tiger-headed beastmen's weapons along with their bodies, eliciting screams of agony.

The only thing that changed.

That is, many new types of meat appeared on the battlefield.

The orcs' corpses piled up like mountains, and more and more vultures hovered in the sky, waiting for the feast that would follow the end of the battle.

Blood flowed through the valley, forming dark red streams that nourished the parched land.

The Orc King looked at the scene before him, which resembled a living hell, and his last remaining illusion was shattered.

"retreat……"

His voice was hoarse as he gave the order in despair.

The guards around him suddenly waved the flag, and the bugler blew the retreat horn with all his might.

But it was too late.

The army was crammed into this not-so-wide valley. The vanguard was fleeing in disarray, the central army had just received orders, and the rear was still unaware of what was happening.

When the retreat bugle call reached the rear ranks, the fleeing soldiers in front had already surged forward.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

"Run! We can't win!"

"Get out of my way!"

The fleeing orc soldiers crashed into the rear ranks that had not yet engaged in battle, and their formation collapsed instantly.

The wolf-orc trampled the fallen leopard-orc, who then slipped through the gaps in the tiger-orc's shield.

Weapons were discarded on the ground and trampled underfoot; these useless burdens only slowed down the enemy's escape.

Screams and curses mingled together.

A young tiger-headed orc was knocked down by the waves behind him. Before he could get up, huge, relentless feet stomped on his back.

At first he could still curse, but as his HP continued to drop, his curses were quickly drowned out by the noise. He couldn't believe that he had died at the hands of his own people.

These scenes continued to haunt the Orc King.

He couldn't figure it out.

Why didn't that dragon immediately display an arrogant attitude?

If it behaved any more arrogantly, any more aggressively...

Then the Orc King would have sufficient reason to believe in the dragon's strength, thus persuading the tribal leaders to accept the dragon's conditions.

But Sebastian did not do that.

Sebastian mercifully gave the orcs the opportunity to surrender.

Ironically, it was precisely because of this mercy that the Orc King chose the path of destruction.

"His Majesty!"

The captain of the guard had never been so flustered.

"Hurry up! The fleeing soldiers are about to reach here!"

The Orc King gritted his teeth and, escorted by his personal guard captain, retreated to the rear.