- Fantasy Lord: Start with Daily Intelligence
- FLDI Chapter 179
At the long and winding pass of Autumn Leaf Territory, every defensive point erupted into fierce combat. Countless orcs were slaughtered, yet equally, many knights were lost, and the corrupting influence of the fallen god’s power continued to spread.
Some knights were inevitably affected.
Once infected, these knights turned into relentless killing machines, driven only by bloodlust.
Boom.
Rumble.
The terrifying sounds of battle echoed, continuously spreading across the land.
The life force of many warriors erupted as well.
But tonight, peace was impossible. Across the vast orc plains, numerous orc tribes continued to rush toward Autumn Leaf Territory, their frenzy unyielding.
If the view were pulled higher and the perspective widened, one would see something more disturbing.
The great river that ran through the orc lands, the Ellivagar River, now showed signs of a faint red hue, its ominous aura steadily spreading.
At the river’s headwaters, far to the north, lay a colossal glacier that stretched across the entire northern part of the orc territory. The towering ice masses melted year-round, feeding water into the Ellivagar River, which then flowed into various tributaries and snaked its way through much of the orc tribes.
At the heart of this glacier, there existed a sacred place—the domain of the Bimon Giants, ruled and guarded by these towering beasts. No orc was allowed to approach it, not even the tribes living on the outskirts.
Yet now, under this endless glacier, bloodthirsty werewolves had appeared.
These bloodthirsty werewolves were dumping dark red materials into the Ellivagar River, infusing the water with malevolent and brutal energies.
What was once the purest of rivers was now transformed into a river of blood.
Beside them stood an enormous bloodthirsty werewolf, his eyes glowing crimson, and his aura radiating a mix of savagery and dread.
If any human or orc were present, they would recognize something shocking—the leader of the bloodthirsty werewolves, who should have been merely a fourth-tier beast, now radiated the unmistakable aura of a fifth-tier entity.
Through the blood sacrifices and the ongoing orc offensives, he had broken through the limits of his species and ascended to a higher level.
However, this fifth-tier power was unstable, and at times, his eyes would flicker with madness.
Of course, the bloodthirsty werewolf was unaware of these fluctuations. All he craved was more blood, more sacrifices. He wanted his power to grow stronger and to summon the gods to descend upon this world.
But this period of frenzied temptation had reached its limit.
The fourth-tier orc tribes he could control were nearly exhausted, and while the second- and third-tier tribes could still be manipulated, they were no longer enough to satisfy his hunger.
He needed more.
But to control more, he needed to manipulate fourth- and even fifth-tier orc tribes.
Fourth-tier was manageable, but fifth-tier orcs were not so easily commanded.
So after some thought, he conceived a reckless plan: to immerse them in the god’s power.
The Bloodthirsty Wolf God’s essence would make all orc tribes bloodthirsty and berserk. And with the ongoing turmoil in Autumn Leaf Territory, where vast numbers of orc tribes were already clashing, the ensuing bloodshed would only further fuel this corruption. The orcs infected by this power would naturally be drawn toward that chaos.
Once that happened, they could once again clash with humans, and the blood would only increase, raising the power levels of the infected orc tribes. Then, success would be inevitable.
As for how to spread the corruption, he had a plan for that as well.
The Ellivagar River, the most important river in orc lands, flowed into all the eastern rivers. If he could imbue the river’s upstream waters with the essence of Anubis, the power of Anubis would spread downstream, not just through the orc tribes but potentially through a third of the orc territories in the east.
By doing this, he would be able to command a massive number of orc tribes, enough to fulfill his needs.
Moreover, the timing was perfect. It was the time of the Bimon tribe’s divine awakening, and with that, they had the opportunity to act.
Indeed, this plan had already been set into motion.
They had silently arrived and had been subtly corrupting the Ellivagar River for three or four days without anyone noticing.
In the distance, the bloodthirsty aura continued to spread, and the werewolf leader sensed that the battle had already begun.
“More! Bring more!” he commanded, his voice filled with wild excitement.
“Make it more intense!”
“Great Anubis demands your service.”
The leader’s eyes gleamed with madness and elation.
Meanwhile, the bloodthirsty werewolves around him began to grow uneasy.
In the time since they started this operation, their leader’s behavior had grown increasingly erratic. Even they had to be cautious.
But their caution was mixed with nervousness. After all, they were in the sacred domain of the Bimon Giants.
If they were caught here, the consequences would be unimaginable.
At last, one bloodthirsty werewolf could no longer bear the tension. Slowly, it crept toward the leader.
“Chief, if we’re discovered by the Bimon Giants, we’re finished!” it said, voice trembling with fear.
But the leader was lost in his frenzy.
“Pfff!”
A spray of crimson blood erupted as the werewolf’s chest was pierced. Its heart was ripped through, and it dropped to the ground, its expression frozen in confusion and disbelief.
“Turn his body into the god’s power.”
The bloodthirsty werewolf leader’s voice echoed with madness and excitement.
“Yes!” came the careful response of the surrounding werewolves. None dared to move yet.
Only when the leader departed the area did they cautiously approach, lifting the corpse of the fallen werewolf.
A faint black mist began to spread as the dead body was gradually decomposed, transforming into a black-brown aura. One by one, the bloodthirsty werewolves hurriedly placed the remains into the Ellivagar River.
Soon, the body was completely dissolved, leaving behind a more intense crimson hue in the water.
“Bimon!“
“Once our god descends, the entire orc tribe—no, the entire continent—will belong to us, the bloodthirsty werewolves.”
The leader’s voice rang with fervor as he envisioned his future—soon, he would become the ruler of all orcs. His time was nearly here.
Just a little more.
If he had just a little more…
He would trigger the divine awakening.
Once that was complete, and the gods descended, he, the leader of the bloodthirsty werewolves, would surely become the king of all orc tribes. He would even rule over the entire continent.
As for those damned humans…
And the accursed Bimon…
They were nothing more than the gods’ slaves. How dare they command the orc tribes?
Why should the orcs remain confined to these desolate northern lands when the vast human lands were theirs to conquer?
There, they would find an endless supply of two-legged sheep.
There was where the orcs truly belonged.
In this moment, the bloodthirsty werewolf saw his clan’s boundless future, and the orcs’ limitless potential.
And in his madness, the black essence of the gods continued to taint the Ellivagar River.
With no one daring to speak out after the grim warning, the river became fully immersed in Anubis’ power, slowly spreading downstream.
The infected orc tribes, having drunk from the river, began to transform. Their pupils turned blood-red, and they rushed toward the sounds of distant battle.
The bloodlust that gripped them was like a deadly poison, guiding their every move, and pushing them closer to Autumn Leaf Territory.
Meanwhile, the other two defensive lines, in stark contrast, began to loosen.
The orc forces attacking these lines began to falter.
In stark contrast, numerous orc tribes began to converge on Autumn Leaf Territory.
The entire defense line of Autumn Leaf Territory was raised to its highest alert.
At the very heart of the territory, figures began to quietly appear.
The three dukes, along with several Sky Knights from the Kingdom, had arrived.
Additionally, Sky Knights from the Blazing Kingdom and the Purple Gold Kingdom were also present.
Over twenty people now gathered in the room.
Each of them radiated an overwhelming and terrifying aura.
However, despite their strength, all of them frowned slightly, their faces marked with concern.
The situation was dire.
“Everyone, if things continue like this, the entire defense line may not hold,” Duke Leppor said, his voice low and filled with urgency. “I just took a look. The orc tribes gathering around Autumn Leaf Territory must number over a hundred, and I even sensed several fourth-tier tribes among them.”
After Duke Leppor spoke, a Sky Knight from the Purple Gold Kingdom couldn’t help but ask, “Duke Kalenina, what have the Lords decided?”
The question caused everyone to turn their attention to Duke Kalenina, waiting for his response.
“Wait!” Duke Kalenina hesitated for a moment, then replied in a quiet voice.
“Wait?” Leppor’s voice carried a trace of disbelief.
The others looked equally confused.
“Yes, wait,” Duke Kalenina clarified, his expression serious. “My grandfather, the Grand Duke, has given the order. Right now, the only thing we need to do is hold them back. If any fourth-tier or higher orc tribes appear, we just need to stall them. We don’t need to worry about anything else.”
Duke Kalenina’s words left the room in stunned silence.
A few moments passed before one of the Sky Knights spoke up, his voice hoarse with tension.
“Stall? This time, it may not be so easy.”
“The orc tribes gathering here already have quite a few fourth-tier warriors among them. And there are likely fifth-tier orc tribes too. One or two might not be too bad, but if there are too many, even the combined power of the three kingdoms may not be enough to hold them off.”
“Moreover, Duke Kalenina, our heirs are still stationed at the defense line. If anything happens, the losses will be hard to bear.”
The Sky Knight’s words carried a note of grim concern.
“Rest assured,” Duke Kalenina replied, his voice calm, though his gaze betrayed a hint of tension. “The magic formations at Autumn Leaf Territory have been reinforced. They will hold for a while. As for any casualties, I’m sure we are all prepared for some losses.”
“Prepared for losses?” one of the knights echoed softly, glancing at the others.
The room fell into a heavy silence.
The decision to send out troops was a great opportunity, but it also meant accepting potential losses. After all, no flower could bloom without going through a storm.
“Understood.” One of the Sky Knights sighed and nodded solemnly.
Seeing this, the others followed suit and fell silent.
Duke Kalenina let out a quiet breath of relief but couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling in his heart. He couldn’t help but wonder how many of his family’s warriors would survive this conflict.
But this was the decision of his Grandfather, and even he couldn’t oppose it.
Just as the discussions continued, a terrifying aura suddenly descended upon them.
“What is that?”
Everyone in the room tensed, their faces changing in unison.
In the blink of an eye, the figures of the twenty-odd individuals disappeared.
The next moment, they reappeared in mid-air, their eyes fixed on the distant horizon.
A Tiger-headed Orc slowly emerged, its blood-red eyes filled with bloodlust and madness.
“Indeed, it’s a fifth-tier!” someone muttered, their tone heavy with concern.
Although they had anticipated that fifth-tier orcs might get involved in this battle, no one expected them to appear so quickly. It was only the first day, and already, a fifth-tier orc had shown up.
A fifth-tier.
In theory, this was equivalent to a Saint Domain Knight of the human race.
Though, in practical terms, even a peak Sky Knight could generally handle a fifth-tier orc with ease.
This orc, too, appeared to be just a normal fifth-tier orc.
But as they had predicted, this was only the beginning. It was the first day, and they were already facing a fifth-tier orc. What would the following days bring? How powerful would the orcs become as the battle progressed?
“Leppor, let’s go!” Duke Kalenina shouted, gesturing to Duke Leppor.
“Understood!” Duke Leppor’s face was grim, but he nodded firmly.
Without further hesitation, the two dukes shot toward the Tiger-headed Orc, moving swiftly and decisively.
At the same time, the powerful aura of several fourth-tier orcs exploded nearby.
The remaining Sky Knights exchanged brief glances, then vanished from the room.
With the orders from the Lords clear, their task was simple: act according to plan.
As they made their move, the battle had already begun. The orcs were pressing forward with full force, and the defenders at Autumn Leaf Territory were preparing for what could be an overwhelming onslaught.
(End of Chapter)