Chapter 168: Orcs and Wars (X): Gauntlet Complete

The sounds the body of the Black Wyrm King made was extremely annoying, but there was no other way to bring it out of the dungeon. The so called inventory that the system had given to them had become deactivated the moment they left the area of the Instance Dungeon. And the moment they left it stopped being an instance dungeon too, so Kitagawa and the rest of the Kitsunes had to raise up an illusion to obscure everything they had discovered. As it stands Rezar didn't care too much about what happens with the orcs as he quickly wanted to get to work on the outpost he found.

It was almost as if the world was giving him too many things to take care of, but nevertheless having many things to do meant that a lot of good would come to his people and his territory. Rezar shook his head as they finally came out of the Canyons, many Orcs were already gathered and there seemed to be more in the distance. The only difference however was that their numbers were lower, much more lower than the amount that had arrived at the canyons of Toromont. Rezar took that to mean that they had probably all been killed, yet only four people seemed to have been able to kill a black Wyrm, and except of course it wasn't as close to being as big as the colossal monster Rezar and his retinue were dragging behind them.

"That's a Black Wyrm King!"

"H-how! Those things are impossible to kill except for classes at level 50 and above!"

Surprised they may be, giving Rezar an inordinate amount of pride, except of course he had no intention of telling them he had to kill the monster from the inside out after it swallowed him. He had a reputation to protect, there was no way he would damage his image, the bone King does not and can not be swallowed by an inferior monster. Rezar huffed as he looked at the orc that had led them here in the first place, he had a look of shock on his face that quickly morphed to one of respect as he gave a small how to Rezar. Rezar gave him a bright smile, which with his exotic appearance made him look extremely charming.

"Listen up! We only have to wait for another hour for any more stragglers, if no one arrives within that time frame we will return back to the horde where special lodging accommodations would be made for those who successfully completed the gauntlet." His words caused a few whispers to go through the small crowd of people gathered.

When they came here there used to be hundreds if not thousands of contestants, the ones left looked worse for wear and some of them were even had varying degrees of injuries from light to extremely severe. This was a serious amount of casualty for just a simple qualifying gauntlet, Rezar could not help but imagine how dangerous the plain games would be themselves, it was bound to be extremely scary and in more ways than one.

But he had a severe lack of fear so it being scary was not something he was worried about, and after the monster of a machine they just faced , Rezar doubted there would be much in this world that I could actually phase him. But none the less he realized that he was severely lacking in a lot of places, he would need to train extensively to make up for his shortcomings, so when all this was over, he would be heading for that dungeon in his territory and focus really hard on getting himself and his undead stronger.

They waited for exactly that one hour for more people, and while there were little pieces of Orcs and other races showing up, their numbers were never substantial, and none of them were completely whole as they got back, which made what Rezar and his Retinue just did extremely insane. But truth of the matter was that they had casualties of their own, but the fact that there were dragging the partially petrified carcass of black Wyrm King would completely remove the need for them to remember that their numbers were less and there was just a few new Naga undead in tow.

Their March back was extremely solemn, and for some of them even longer than the March to the canyons, but eventually after a few hours, just as the sun was beginning to dip down into the horizon Rezar saw the first tents of the horde. He turned his head to the west, in the direction of Necron and wished that he could have watched the sun set from the port on the beach, that was bound to have been some of the most beautiful sights of all time. He was stuck in melancholic reflection and was deep in thought, especially about the fact that there were aliens heading for Elysium or already here and they had absolutely no intention of playing nice.

For Rezar he knew he was stronger than the average Fighters in Elysium, he could actually be considered to be amongst the top 30% but it had taken a lot of help from his King's Guard and his advisor Priest to bring a Medusa down, and what he was faced was just one of them. He had no idea just how many of them were there, but with his own designated as a number ninety something, there's bound to be a number 1 and who knew just how far down those numbers went. World domination or just carving out a place for himself in a chaotic world was nice and all, but frankly speaking if the people had any chance of survival they needed to actually rally together in alliances. Wars had to be stopped completely so that they could all focus on development, both in infrastructure and military so that there would actually be a world to live in once these aliens get here or expose themselves.

But right now the people he could reach were those in Bahrenburg, and of the forces in Bahrenburg the most powerful that he could readily get access to right now were the Orcs. He had heard there were more powerful and advanced civilizations deep in the Kerwood forest, especially the hidden fairy rings that held vast magical powers and combat prowess that could help with the fight against the aliens.

And this was the reason why he decided to actually participate in the plain games, he would be unable to actually come to an understanding with Durga and the rest of the orcs, so in order to actually have a voice and get them on the same page, he had to put himself in the spotlight that they'll be completely unable to notice, for both his sake and theirs.

Their guide led them last tents that hundreds of orcs standing outside, waiting and watching, and just like it had been with the contestants, the orcs were severely shocked by the sight in front of them. A black Wyrm King was not just rare, it was notoriously unkillable and it has been a constant source of problems for the orcs with it's hunting activities. Black Wyrm Kings were actually nomadic just like the orcs, they traveled all-over the canyons of Toromont and the edges of the great desert following after most orc tribes that traveled and picking them off one by one until there was nothing left of the tribes and then it would move on to it's next target.

So many orc tribes had already gone extinct from the hunting activities of black Wyrm Kings, because unlike ordinary Black Wyrms who actually had nesting and hunting grounds. The Black Wyrm Kings just roamed every which way, so they were quite surprised that one could be found so close to the horde, quite frankly it was scary as hell as if the Black Wyrm King had decided it was a little more hungry than usual, the Horde would have been in severe danger, these things hunted swiftly, and with each kill they grew stronger until they became practically impossible to beat and horde would had had to move.

"Welcome back brave warriors! Let those who have completed task come forwards with their prize." They had come to a stop in front of an open field right in the middle of the horde, obviously this place seemed to be some sort of meeting area, as quite a few Orcs were gathered around. Two orcs went forwards, dragging along carts that carried their ten meters long and meter wide black Wyrms. The next person was actually a dwarf, much to Rezar's surprise, his stout figure and gleaming silver hammer made his the center of attention.

Finally there was a snow elf, a young man with a face most would kill for...it just remains to be seen whether he would be killed for having such a face or someone would kill to have it. And then it was Rezar's turn and the massive Black Wyrm King was dragged forwards by a crew of almost 50 undead, he didn't however move forwards or take off the hood he had on his head remaining seated on top of Tony.

"Participant, you show great disrespect for the orc chiefs by not taking your hood off and presenting yourself before the horde! How dare you! You should be disqualified!"

Rezar moved his head to the side, he seemed to know almost immediately what was going on there, so he turned to Kitagawa and said to him.

"Kill him."