This is not going to be easy

....The D-day...

Leon's armour set was made of a squared helm with half a face guard shaped like the eyes of a demon. Attached to its side are two wide wing-shaped ornaments. The shoulders are fairly oval, long and large. The upper arms are protected by pointed, fully covering rerebraces which sit nicely under the shoulder plates. The lower arms are covered by vambraces which have a layer of chainmail covering the outer sides.

The breastplate covers everything from the neck down and ends at the groin, but there's a fairly wide neckline which is somewhat exposed. The upper legs are covered by pointed, layered metal cuisses. The lower legs are protected by greaves which have a large metal feather on each outer side. And his cape that carried the insignia of his duchy floated behind him. In the middle of his two legs was a long sword, which his hand were comfortably rested upon. His black hair fluttered endlessly in the soft winds and its bangs covered the beginning of the blindfold he was wearing. Ahead of him stood a total of one thousand five hundred troops, soldiers plus mercenaries included. He stared at them as they murmured, Knight Daryon walked close to him.

"I think you should take away the blindfold your grace" Knight Daryon suggested silently.

"...Why should I? Has there been a time when I couldn't see or walk properly because of this blindfold?" Leon responded.

"We lot understand that but the mercenaries are doubt-"

"Let them think whatever they want to think, am I supposed to care about the opinion of meats? meat that will end up eaten?"

Knight Daryon sighed with his eyes closed, he smiled and withdrew himself.

After that Leon descended the podium on his own, they opened a path for him as he walked amidst them and out of the training ground with Knight Daryon on his left and Knight Finduilas on his right. The people along with the Tirianaen soldiers watched as Leon, the Knight Order of Haethatea and the mercenaries marched out of the city and out of the territory.

...

In the thick forest surrounding Tirianae duchy, a certain person stays there and carefully watches as the troops march through the forest after a while he joins them, even though other players noticed, they didn't care.

...

"If he really is WhiteOrl, doesn't that mean we've hit the Jackpot?" Rutaba said.

"You are right, I've not thought about it that way before. A Duke on our guild would change the game for us." Tara replied.

"Or should we just go ahead and recruit him even if he is not WhiteOrl," Rutaba asked with a smile as he walked beside Tara.

"We can try but I don't think a big shot like him has a reason to join a guild like ours," Tara replied. They continued to march towards the Ungar orc territory.

... ... ...

Leon's troop aligned in the front tall wall of the Ungar orcs. With a white flag that carried the insignia of his duchy embedded on it. The orcs watched calmly from the wall, they all had a nasty expression on their faces, and neither were they fazed by the numbers they saw.

"Those bastard aren't even giving us any attention," Leon said standing in front of the soldiers, on a white horse.

"Your grace, that is their normal disposition, after some minutes they will open the gate for the red orc to come out," Daryon responded to Leon, he also was seated on a horse, and all the knights who were the ones on the four lineups after Leon were all on horses, then the soldiers and mercenaries were on foot.

After a while the gate opened as expected and a red orc walked gently out of it, he had a helmet on but his armour was not a fool body, it was just a breastplate and ankle guards, then two large axes hung on his back as he walked gently yet heavily towards them. The closer he got to them, the more they could feel his exuding pressure.

"I can't get used to that aura he carries..." Knight Daryon said.

[You are in the presence of a strong being]

[You are vulnerable to status defects]

[You have resisted]

Leon was surprised to see that he could condone the presence of the red orc which was still drawing closer.

"Daryon" Leon called out, for some reason the tone of his voice along with the atmosphere that came with it changed.

"Yes, your grace."

"Get ready the archers, the moment he engages me before I come back they should shoot, I will use that as a smokescreen to come back and then we'll proceed with the plan."

"Yes. Your grace." Knight Daryon replied as Leon proceeded forward on his horse.

Knight Finduilas and the other Knights watched him, the mercenaries murmured amongst themselves but that's all it was.

Leon reached in front of the orc chief.

"Get down your horse. I hate looking up." The orc chief said.

"What a coincidence, I hate looking up too," Leon replied.

"You...I've seen you, before..." He said observantly looking at Leon.

"Sure, it was I who caused a ruckus in your city just some days ago..." Leon replied.

The orc grinned instantly, "So that means he's here..." He said looking towards the rest of the troop, he looked back at Leon, "You must be their leader, I'll offer your head to that man and make him my servant..." He said and began to reach for his Leon but was stopped by Leon.

"Stop!"

"What?" He asked, puzzled.

"What is your name?" Leon asked.

At that moment he dropped back his hand and squinted his eyes towards Leon, after some moment of silence he scoffed at Leon.

"You are a fool, to know what I am and you still came here."

Leon chuckled, "No you moron, you are the one who made a mistake of coming alone..." Leon's horse slowly moved backwards, with the orc chief's gaze intensely on him. Leon's horse made a full turn a jogged back to the rest of the troops.

The orc grabbed one of the axes on his back while they were yet on the way and swung it at him.

~WHAM!~

Leon flipped into the air before the spinning axe reached him, as he landed the axe had cut off the head of his horse and was already spinning back.

[Orombus equipped]

~Clanggggh!!~

Leon staggered two steps backwards as he parried the axe with his hands intensely vibrating. Leon dropped the sword and blew the breeze on them as it was so hot.

"What the f##k?!" He said and looked back at the orc. The axe trajectory had been altered hence it couldn't return, it just spun to God knows where.

Leon once again realises the strength of the monster he was about to engage.