Dungeon Of Pride, Laplace

For the higher ups of the black ogre army, the appearance of Giz-Bozo was no shocking matter since they already knew that he was one of the leaders alongside Giz-Mogo sent here to lead them. However, that cannot be said so for the orcs who looked like they had just woken up from a nightmare.

The appearance of another ogre with a crimson horn could only be described as such. The light of hope that they hoping for diminished with the appearance of that ogre.

"Bozo… it's like you said. I didn't expect that orc to survive my attack and thus was careless. I'll have to burden you to clean after my mess" Giz-Mogo stated gritting his teeth.

Unlike the Gir brothers, Giz-Mogo and Giz-Bozo weren't brothers, if one had to describe the relationship they had, then that would be of a competitor.

Giz-Mogo was the second lieutenant while Giz-Bozo was the first lieutenant. They have been often competing with each other and with other ogres for a higher military rank within the ogre army.

"Hmm… at least you know your mistakes. Well worry not, now that I'm here, I will make sure to close this farce properly" saying that Giz-Bozo turned towards Berigard who had a pale red face due to mana exhaustion (Note that the natural skin tone of the diluvian High orcs is a darker shade of red).

"Sorry but you see you can't kill this guy. Even though he does not look like it, he is the second lieutenant. If I just let you kill him, I would be able to handle the consequences that will follow afterwards. I hope you understand".

Giz spoke politely, the mana aura around his body which had materialised to become a gauntlet around his hand, was so crimson that it was not any inferior to the one released from Berigel's soul bone.

Using the gauntlet formed in his hand, Giz-Bozo clenched his hand tightly "Ability Conferment- [Break]".

ZIIIINGG… a red hue passed from the gauntlet and travelled through the entire claw. Moments later, the enormous [Hand of Zephyrus] started shaking and winds broke free from the materialisation.

Feeling the change, Berigard tried to stabilise his magic only to puke out a mouthful of blood due to overstraining himself too much. Unable to contain the escaping wind, the hand of Zephyrus soon started to minimise and dissipate into nothing in front of the thousands of astonished eyes.

"This?!!"

<strong>BANG…</strong> disturbed for a second, Berirock was hit squarely in the guts and blown back. Berimond fared a little better since he was able to somehow suppress his enemy Giz-Rugo in their exchange thus he didn't get blown like Berirock.

However, one could see the shadow of concern on his face and the sharpness of his attacks deteriorating. He quickly disengaged with his enemy and hurriedly supported Berirock whose wounds didn't look light.

"What do we do now? Berigard doesn't look like he can fight anymore" Berimond asked.
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Cough.. cough.. Berirock coughed a few times and muttered "Let's go and support him, in any case if he goes down our race is done for".

They quickly left their post and hurried towards where Berigard was. The Gir brothers did not pursue, on the contrary, they stood still in their place and waited for their next order.

After destroying the hand of zephyrus, Giz-Bozo did not make any other move. He was so calm even when Berirock and Berimond came and supported Berigard that it was creepy.

"Berigard can you still fig…ht?" As Berimond was about to ask that, he quickly swallowed his words when he saw how frail Berigard was right now. The presence he was emitting was so bleak that one wouldn't be able to believe that it came from an orc general.

There was no need to even ask, Berimond understood that berigard was in no condition to fight anymore.

"Ah, you two should be the other orc generals. I was informed that there would be four of you, did the other guy also flee just like your king? Well never mind that, you two… are you perhaps here to challenge me?".

Giz-Bozo asked nonchalantly. One couldn't even see a shadow of concern on his face even while facing all the orc generals together.

To the onlooking ogres, this scene wasn't surprising after all they knew how powerful Giz-Bozo was. The horn on his forehead was an indication of his status. Just like Giz-Mogo his horn was also crimson in colour.

However, if one paid enough attention, one would be able to notice that the colour of his horn was deep crimson with little patches of indigo colour in the mix. That is to say, Giz-Bozo unlike Giz-Mogo was hovering at the borders of becoming a calamity class.

His level was 599 and he was just a step away from stepping into a new realm. Even Berigard with all his soul bones, didn't stand a chance against him.

"Gir-Rago, Gir-Rugo, Gir-Rego…" he called out.

Immediately, three figures appeared before him. Gir-Rago and Gir-Rugo were facing Berirock and Berimond, thus their appearance wasn't concerning but Gir-Rego was facing the two orc commanders of Berigard.

Him being here meant that… Berigard with his hazy vision, turned towards the direction where his orc commanders were fighting. Their presence was nowhere to be felt indicating that they were dead or defeated.

"I assume that you all haven't had enough of your fun? If so then you are free to let loose on the orc army. Hmm, right, how about you start reducing their numbers by half" Giz-Bozo declared callously making the orc generals who heard that clench their hands in anger.

His non-committal attitude to not even bother negotiating with the losing side and jump straight to slaughter, angered them. Nevertheless, no matter how angry they were, they knew that they had lost this war.

"I.. will not allow.. you to do that" Berigard mustered his remaining stamina and roared. Though to others, it felt empty and even comical.

"Gruru… and how do you plan to do that?" Gir-Rago mocked, his words just fell when he rushed towards the latter.
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Berirock and Berimond tried to stop Gir-Rago; however, they were intercepted by Gir-Rugo and Gir-Rego on the way.

Unable to stop Gir-Rago, the orc generals watched as a punch that was more powerful than the one that toppled the wall hit Berigard.

Exhausted, dizzy and with no mana, Berigard had no way of defending himself. He was hit surely in the chest and crashed towards the place where the orc army was like a cannon.

Puff… Berigard threw out another mouthful of blood and stayed motionless in his place like the dead. of course, he wasn't dead though, the ogre was tactful enough not to go for a kill without asking for permission from his higher ups.

"Berigard!! Dammit… we have already lost, must you continue this slaughter even after that?" the orc generals shouted indignantly.

The ogres have already started a massacre on the orcs who have lost all will to fight. It was a one-sided slaughter that was very hard to watch. The already dwindling numbers of the orc reduced even further as the ogres enjoyed their carnage.

A sea of blood flowed on the battlefield with bodies dropping on the ground everywhere.

"Hmm? You seemed to be having rather a hard time watching all of this. Don't worry, we are not going to kill all of the orcs. We are just reducing your numbers to a level that is acceptable to us. After all, it is much too dangerous if you were to gather a resistance after all that we did to subdue you… wouldn't you agree?".

Giz-Bozo who was observing the massacre commented after seeing how vexed they looked. From his perspective, he was doing a great favour to do them by letting a few of them survive.

"Reducing our numbers?!" Berirock parrotted in a daze, all this killing was... just to reduce their numbers that is acceptable to them?

"Hmm… let's see we will spare around seventy thousand orcs that we deem worthy to live. Ah, don't worry you three are also included in that" Giz-Bozo added.

Berigard who lying in that sea of blood, was in the area to hear everything that the ogre said. He laughed and continued laughing until he did not know if he was laughing or crying.

A deep depression was on his chest formed from the punch that he just received a while ago. Their race of orcs was done for, to be enslaved by a tribe that saw them as nothing but slaves, the tribe would no longer have any future.

Berigard laughed, he laughed at the absurdity of the situation, he laughed at his weakness and at the fate which wanted nothing but to cruelly step on them.

Fighting Giz-Mogo was already tough enough, he had to lead the battle in a way to deplete the energy of his opponent to even stand a chance to win. His tactics were successful and victory was just near the corner when another of those damn crimson horns appeared out of nowhere.

Not to mention that the one that just appeared, was even stronger than the ogre he was fighting. From the start, it was a serious mistake to assume that only one crimson horn was sent here to lead the ogre army. This blunder led to their ultimate downfall.

Well even if Berigard knew that there was another crimson horn within the ogre army, he wasn't foolish enough to think that he would be able to defeat the two of them.

As Berigard was sprawled on the ground, laughing like a maniac, he finally came to a decision.