Three Months

**Xi... Xi...**

The head of the Scale Nightmare was nearly flattened by Tarzul's hammer after getting hit consecutively. The creature was at its final breath when Tarzul took a deep breath to calm himself down.

But it seems that the creature had yet to learn its lesson. Using its still movable scythe, it still tried to attack Tarzul secretly.

*BAM!*

Its inevitable end finally came as Tarzul flattened its head with the hammer. As for those escaping workers, only a small number managed to leave as they quickly dive into the water. To them, the water was the only safe haven to escape their enemies' pursuit.

"Tarzul, we can't thank you enough for helping us... But it looks like there's no longer a reason for us to defend this location." Edward Pinnacle said as he checks his surrounding. As he said, this outpost no longer worth protecting any longer.

"I have another bad news for you as well, human friend. Your village... Is gone. We Orcs tried to protect as many human friends as we can, but many still die." Tarzul solemnly placed his hand on Edward Pinnacle's shoulder as he delivered the bad news.

"What? How can this be?" hearing what Tarzul made his leg weak as he almost fell to the ground on his knees.

"Last night, human friend's village is under attack. Fire comes up, and people run to Orc's Village. The Orcs help, but many people have died when we get there. The chieftain said that we bring all human friends home to Orc's Village now."

"We friends. Humans and Orcs stay together," said Tarzul.

"Let's go. We should get back to the Orc Village as soon as possible." Edward Pinnacle's hand shivered. He's worried if his daughter managed to escape from this.

And within half a day, the outpost was abandoned. This signifies the defeat of the southern garrison. Their retreat also means that the entry point for the south is now opened for abomination soldiers to invade.

It was regrettable, but there was nothing they can do.

This situation continued as the Orc Village continues to expand their settlement while keeping their surroundings safe. Using one of the tricks taught by a survivor from the Mulein Elves Tribe, they now have access to night fire. It was a magical tool that allows the Orcs to illuminates places outside of the orc's garrison at night.

And because there was a lack of building resources such as wood, straws, and fibrous product, it escalated their technological advancement to counter this situation.

Rocks are started to be used in replacement of wooden walls, along with iron. Traveling groups protected with a few Orcs Warriors and Sharpshooters also make occasional trips towards the nearby rocky mountain to bring the material back for construction.

In a flash, three months have passed since the fall of the southern garrison. The atmosphere in the Orc Village seems to be a little tense as five ogre women were screaming inside the house for hours. It lasted for close to half a day before the five successfully gave birth to nine infant orcs.

Three of them were slightly unfortunate to inherit nothing from their parents, except a slight sensitivity to Exalt Forces. But having a hint for the force was useless, as they're still Orc Craftsmen at the end of the day.

As for the other six young orcs, four were the same variant, known as the Orc Brutes. Even elder Roas was shocked by the birth of four brutes.

'How... How can there be four brutes born at once?' he was trembling from both fear and excitement. As someone who used to serve in the Space Armada led by the Supreme King, how can Roas be clueless about the might of the Orc Brutes?

But the surprise does not stop at the four Orc Brutes.

Out of the nine children of Cullen Azog, there's a purebred Orc Magister in their rank, with another one being an Orc Warrior. The two can be considered the proudest of the bunch as they're born with powerful Exalt Force from the moment they crawled out from their mother's womb.

"We'll celebrate the birth of our chieftain's children tonight! Let us feast and start our retaliation against the Scale Hives!" Tarzul, Yzak, and Salias release their Psychic Weave as they speak. The announcement runs far and wide, to the point it was heard in the entire zone belonged under the Orcs.

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"Charge forward and destroy the army of the Scales!" Yzak ordered as he commanded his men to move on. By now, all of them had the proper equipment to protect themselves from grievous harm. Separated into three groups, both Tarzul and Salias controlled one, with the third following Yzak.

"Grun-Thar!" the Orc Warriors moves forward fiercely as they swung their sword to destroy the great numbers of the Scale Workers. Following them were the human hunters who helped with controlling more powerful targets with their accurate range attack.

The hunters were using an imitation product of Edward Pinnacle's Wild-Bow. Although they can't shoot the same pyrotic arrow just like their leader, firing a consecutive shot to bring down larger targets is still possible for them.

"Help me!" one of the hunters tossed a modified explosive stone on the ground. The explosive immediately painted the spot with sticky sawdust. After making sure that he successfully marked the leading candidates, the hunter immediately retreated.

Two of the Scale Nightmare were stuck with the sawdust as they tried to escape. As they slither around, the sawdust ended up becoming a sharp instrument that slowly bleeds them out the more they move.

It also allowed the Orcs to hunt their targets accurately by following the smell from the sawdust. Through these tricks, their hunt always ended with a victory. But it wasn't always as smooth as this.

"Leader! There is more Army of Scales coming to us! We're getting swarmed!" one of the hunters with the best sight reported as he fired a fire arrow from the imitation Wild-Bow in his hand.

"There's more? Great! Let's kill more before we get back to the Arcadian!" Yzak roared happily. The unique sword made from Cullen Azog shines brilliantly in his hand as he injected the Exalt Force into the weaponry.