The Death Mage that doesn't want a fourth time

144 Ravovifard's plan for certain victory

The soldiers under Chief General Buzazeos's command were fighting on a nightmare of a battlefield.

"BUHIIIIH!" a Noble Orc screamed as he thrust the tip of his spear forward, piercing the skull of an enemy whose organs were hanging out of his bloody abdomen.

Seeing his spear enter the enemy's cheek and emerge from the back of his head, the Noble Orc breathed a sigh of relief at his victory.

But despite having a crucial part of his brain pierced, the enemy soldier let out a groan and grasped the handle of the spear that had pierced him.

"BUHIH?!"

"Gobeh..."

The Noble Orc let out a stiff-sounding noise as he tried to take back his spear, but perhaps because he had lost his presence of mind, he didn't have his usual strength.

And as he stopped moving to try to take his weapon back, other enemy soldiers closed in on him.

"Gobeh..."

"Kill...!"

"Recognition... achievements...!"

"Buhiiiih... Buhiiiih..."

Orc Zombies and Noble Orc Zombies with their bloodstained entrails spilling from their bodies, the look of longing unique to those who had no future in their wide-open, hollow eyes, swung and thrust their weapons.

"B-BUGYAAAAAH!"

Surrounded and unable to move, the Noble Orc soldier let out a dying scream as he was buried among the swarm of Undead.

Such hellish scenes were unfolding all over the battlefield.

"How many times do I need to tell you not to step out before you understand?! Don't break your formations! Heavy troops, raise your shields and act as a wall to stop the Undead! Spearmen, thrust your spears between the shields! Leave it to the archers and mages to finish them off!" Chief General Buzazeos bellowed.

Each time he gave orders, a messenger turned pale as he ran out to relay these orders to the soldiers.

"Buguh!" Buzazeos groaned.

What's the meaning of this? Before, the soldiers would have obeyed my orders faithfully. I trained and selected the soldiers so that I could raise them to be able to do that. So why now, of all times?Buzazeos couldn't help but ask himself this.

At first, he had felt shocked upon hearing that an army of the Noble Orc empire led by three generals had begun a rebellion. But upon learning that they were a group of Undead soldiers that had become far weaker than they were while alive, he had felt disappointed.

Normally, even a swarm of Undead would have almost no coordination or proper distribution of roles. They were just a disorderly gathering that had no intents other than attacking the living.

So, the Noble Orc empire's soldiers couldn't be blamed for thinking that they could win this battle. However, looking back on it now, it had been careless to think this.

The rebelling army, which had raised Prince Budarion's flag and another unfamiliar flag, had attacked with such bloodcurdling expressions that it was difficult to believe that they were Undead. And even though arrows and spells poured down on them from the gate like rain, they had closed in on the gate without faltering and destroyed it.

Buzazeos had come running and taken command, managing to push the enemies back outside the gate, but... perhaps overly restless or overconfident in their own strength, soldiers had broken formation to charge in, one by one. These soldiers had been helplessly surrounded and crushed to death by the Undead, while the remaining soldiers hastily filled the gaps left by the ones that had broken the formation to hold the line, and this cycle was repeating over and over.