Reincarnated as a chicken

The kings

The East's army rampaged through the forest. Some of them had already been caught by the traps that the enemy had set up. The pit holes filled with night vipers certainly caused them only a few allies, but they pressed on without caring. The next problem was the strong invisible steel-like threads that cut through their armor and killed most of them. The soldiers had to buff themselves up and slice at the air to cut the threads. This drastically slowed down their progress and to top it off, rat men would just pop out from beneath the ground or emerge from tree tops to cut up the soldiers then disappear. Then there were the weird poison puddles and magic projectiles just shooting off at them from the cover of the forest. The very trees fought them and little devils stole their weapons and hurt their eyes, noses and mouths.

What the hell was happening? In an all-out fight, the West would normally stand no chance, this time however, the East was playing in the West and as such, the weaker creatures held the home-field advantage in this battle and they weren't going to waste it. They didn't plan on losing to the East.

Similarly, the East didn't plan on losing to the West. They had seen the kind of things that would happen to those who tried to retreat. They didn't want to have to go through that. So they would push through no matter what. They didn't care what happened to them here. Be it they lose a limb or an eye as long as they managed to live through this, they were satisfied. And after seeing the example from earlier, the most likely way to do that was to crush the West.

So, they pushed through the traps and ambushes. A rat man jumped down from the trees, but the ogre swiftly turned around and cut him in half. They began to slaughter the ambushers and push through the invisible threads. They couldn't do much about the poison puddles, but they would run over their fallen comrades' bodies and move. The magic projectiles, they simply defended against by broadening the mana sensing abilities and dodging or raising up shields and weapons. They were quickly adapting to the battlefield due to fear. A fear the ogres were all too accustomed to. They had fought in too many wars led by their tyrant for such simple party tricks to shock them.

"Let's hurry up! Krull-sama isn't a patient man!"

One of the ogres screamed. But then, the ground began to shake. Unfortunately, the soldier couldn't notice it because of the heat of the battle and those who did notice it, naturally thought it was because of how they thunderously marched over the lands. If they had realized what it was, there might have been less casualties.

BOOM!!

The ground exploded and water gushed forth like a geyser. The force alone from the eruption knocked some of the soldiers away, let aside the boiling hot water that caused some of the soldiers to scream in agony.

"AAAAAGGGHHH!!!"

BOOM!!

Another explosion, a pillar of water erupted into the sky.

More pillars of water erupted from the ground, throwing the enemy forces into disarray. This was the handiwork of the nymphs and guppies that had been preparing the ambush while inside the tunnels.

"AAAGGGHH! They have magic casters on their side!?"

"Damnit!"

The soldiers of the East began to retreat, but then one of them remembered what happened to the trolls that retreated earlier. Fearing such a fate, he yelled

"All of you wait! They can't keep this up forever! As soon as the pillars of water drop, move in! Or do you want to die by Krull's hands!?"

The soldiers also remembered the incident from before and straightened up.