Come to another world and become a lord

Chapter 203 Solution

Carl had never expected this. They had clearly repelled the orcs, but why did it turn out like this today?

Memories of a few days ago resurfaced, and the fierce battle with the orcs was still vivid in his mind. At that time, Carl's troops cooperated perfectly, and the coordinated combat strategy of the musketeers and grenadiers should have caused the orcs to be defeated. However, after that, the orcs seemed to have changed in some way.

That day, Carl led his army to fight the enemy again, thinking that this would be a battle that would be won just like the previous one. At the beginning of the battle, the musketeers still stood in the front row. They loaded the ammunition with skillful movements, raised their muskets, and aimed at the orcs who were rushing madly. The orcs' steps were heavy, and the ground was shaking under their running. Even the air was filled with their beast-like stench. But for some reason, this time, Carl sensed a strange feeling. There was fanaticism, even madness, in the eyes of the orcs. Their bodies were larger than before, and their muscles were almost about to burst their skin, and their skin was covered with a faint red halo.

Following the order, they pulled the trigger at the same time, and the sound of gunfire shook the earth. However, the next scene stunned everyone. The bullets did hit the orcs and penetrated their skin, but they did not fall down as usual. Instead, they continued to rush forward, as if they had become zombies, feeling no pain.

"Keep shooting!" Carl shouted, but he already had an uneasy feeling in his heart.

After the second round of musket fire, the orcs at the front still did not stop. On the contrary, a more crazy light ignited in their eyes. Then, the orcs suddenly jumped up and rushed towards Carl's army as if they were risking their lives. What was even more shocking was that their speed seemed to be much faster than before, and their movements were more agile.

Then he saw the orcs crash into the musket array. With bursts of screams, the soldiers in the front row were grabbed and thrown up like dolls. The scene suddenly became extremely tragic.

He gave orders hastily until he was hit by an orc and fell. Before he passed out, he saw a flame falling in front of him, burning the orc to ashes, followed by Arya's figure...

When he woke up, it was two days later. He was fine, but he learned from Alia and Noura that they had suffered a great defeat. Looking at the camp, there was a depressing atmosphere. Everyone was exhausted, and the once powerful muskets and artillery were now ineffective, which made everyone feel helpless.

Just as he was immersed in his chaotic thoughts, he heard a fierce quarrel between two people outside the tent. Carl frowned, rubbed his temples, and felt a slight headache. He recognized the two voices - Noura and Alia. It was obvious that their dispute had been going on for some time.

When he walked out of the tent, he heard Nura shouting at the top of her lungs:

"What you said is useless. My father has decided to lead the remaining tribesmen south. No one can stop us this time!"

Carl was shocked when he heard this:

"Go south? Into the northern border of the kingdom?"

After hearing Karl’s voice, they were startled at first, then turned to look at Karl at the same time with expressions of joy.

Alia breathed a sigh of relief, and Noura shouted with joy:

"Are you okay?"

Carl nodded, and then said:

"You just said that the Great Khan is preparing to go south again?"

For a moment, a hint of gloom flashed across Nura's eyes. After thinking for a moment, her eyes suddenly became serious, and then she said:

"Yes, you have seen the situation on the front line. We have been defeated miserably. Father hopes to retreat into the kingdom for a while. He hopes you will agree..."

"Temporarily avoid..." Karl savored the word, and then asked, "Temporarily avoid or seize?"

Anger flashed across Noura's eyes for a moment:

"It's unfair for you to say that. You're here now, and you've seen it. It's not that we didn't resist, but the orcs... they are so powerful now. Going south is now the only hope for the tribe. Do you want us to stay here and wait to die?"

"This is not something I can decide. His Majesty the King will not allow it," Carl replied.

Nura's eyes suddenly became sharp:

"Not allowed? We don't need your king's permission to do anything!"

"You want to use force?"

Noura nodded helplessly:

"We have no choice. In order to ensure the survival of the entire clan, my father will enter the kingdom at all costs. We will kill anyone who stands in our way, even you!"

She spoke with an exceptionally firm tone.

Carl looked at the girl, then sighed:

"But going south won't solve the problem. The orcs will follow us sooner or later, until one day we have nowhere to retreat."

“What else can we do!” The girl screamed, her eyes unconsciously moistened, and then she said, “Karl, if you have any other ideas, tell me…”

In the tent late at night, Carl sat there blankly, tapping his fingers on the table, feeling heavy-hearted. He repeatedly checked the battle reports and read the records of the past few battles. The images of the orcs' crazy attacks kept flashing through his mind. The word "madness" once again emerged in his mind. Perhaps the vampires were not all lying.

But the problem is how to solve it. Nowadays, the orcs can't even use their muskets to deal any damage to them. If he wants to continue fighting, he will need more powerful weapons. But does he have the time?

As he was thinking, the air around him suddenly became cold, as if an invisible force was eroding the temperature in the tent. Carl looked around and felt an unusual sense of oppression. He raised his head and found that the scene around him had changed dramatically - the tables, chairs and battle reports in the tent gradually blurred, and were replaced by a foggy world.

He realized that he had entered some kind of illusion.

In the mist, the ground under his feet seemed to be shrouded in a hazy light. There was silence all around, only the breeze whispering in his ears. Carl walked forward with a vigilant look, and at this moment, a familiar figure suddenly flashed in the mist in front of him - it was a white-haired girl, wearing a white robe, with skin as white as snow, and eyes shining with strange light like bright stars.

"You again..." Carl murmured softly, recognizing the other person, Isabel's mother, the true leader of the vampires.

The white-haired girl stood quietly in the mist, her hands folded in front of her chest, smiling slightly, as if her appearance had been expected. Her eyes penetrated Karl's heart, carrying an indescribable sense of mystery.

“You look confused,” the girl’s voice was dreamy and contained a hint of gentle mockery, “Have you finally encountered something you can’t solve?”

Karl stared at her, took a deep breath, and then said:

"You show up again just to make fun of me?"

The girl chuckled and slowly walked towards him, her steps as light as if she was floating in the air.

"I know your predicament. It's actually not that difficult to deal with orcs. Do you know how orc tribes work?" she asked softly, with a hint of guidance in her tone.

Carl frowned. He remembered that Nura had told him before that the social structure of the orcs was very similar to that of tribes, consisting of countless independent small tribes that finally united under the banner of a great chief. The birth of the great chief was not through elections among the tribes, but through fighting each other. The tribal leader who won in the end would become the new great chief and lead all the tribes.

"The Great Chief..."

The girl nodded slightly:

"It seems that you have found the key to the problem. The current chief is called Rulak. He was just a tribal leader at first. He won the position of chief by fighting with other tribes. That fight was so bloody..." She paused here and glanced at Carl. Seeing that the latter listened carefully, she continued, "They have a great tradition that the chief is decided by force. As long as you kill their chief, the whole tribe will fall into chaos. After that, the tribal leaders will kill each other for the position of chief. The crisis of mankind will naturally be resolved."

"You mean, assassinating Rulak?"

The girl nodded slightly:

"That's right. Once the chief dies, the tribes will start preparing to fight for the position of chief. It can't be said that the problem will be completely solved, but at least it can delay it for a long time."

Carl was silent. It was easy to say, but to assassinate the orc chieftain, not to mention the difficulty of getting through the heavy defenses, even if he succeeded, he was an orc, much stronger than humans. Moreover, according to the girl's description, the chieftain who came up by killing people should be stronger than the average orc. Is it really possible to assassinate such a guy?

The white-haired girl seemed to see his worry and smiled slightly:

"They are just a group of orcs. They are not immortal, and they are not as strong or fast as the vampires. Killing them is easy."

Karl frowned: “You want to help me?”

The girl giggled, her voice becoming low and seductive:

"What are you talking about? Have you forgotten that as long as you take the black sword, you will be the king of the blood clan, and all vampires will obey your orders. Why do you need me to help you?"

Hearing the word "black sword", Carl's pupils shrank slightly. Although he didn't understand magic, he had read many fantasy stories about the ominous sword, and he knew a little about how the Lich King tempted the vengeful prince to fall.

“I won’t be someone else’s puppet.” Karl said coldly, with a hint of firmness in his tone.

"Puppet? I think you misunderstood. The black sword does not control you, it only gives you power. How you use this power is entirely up to you."

"Do you think I believe it?"

"Hmm..." The girl put her hand on her lips and thought for a while. "Since you don't want to, I can only respect your decision. But you don't have much time. If the orcs attack again, I don't think you can stop them."

Then, without waiting for Karl to answer, she said in a vague voice:

"Remember, whether to use it or not is up to you..."

At the same time, the fog around him began to dissipate, and Carl's vision gradually became clear. He saw himself back in the tent again, with the map in his hand still in front of him, as if everything just now was just a dream. He raised his head and looked at the corner of the tent. The black sword wrapped in cloth had been there, lying there quietly. Even he himself didn't know why he brought it with him this time.