Overlord: I’ve Been Recruiting Followers in Another World

On the plains approximately fifteen kilometers outside the Draconic Kingdom's eastern city, a large number of bonfires were lit at night, and beside them stood crude tents made of fur.

This was the main force of the Orc Coalition, a group led by the Golden Lion Orc clan.

Firewood burned in the flames, and while it made crackling sounds, it also radiated heat.

A Golden Lion Orc in simple armor walked past the fire, and the firelight reflected on his face, making a scar stretching across half his face appear even more ferocious. He was the sub-commander of this clan's army, Yale.

The surrounding Orcs, seeing him pass, would immediately rise and salute, regardless of whether they were injured or not. But Yale did not respond to them, instead heading to the largest tent in the camp alone.

"Too bad."

Yale withdrew his gaze from the back, and a trace of worry appeared in his heart. The morale of the entire army was now very low, a phenomenon quite different from the excitement of a month prior, proving that everyone's confidence in winning the war had begun to waver. However, it was also expected.

Yale lifted the curtain of the central chief tent and walked straight in.

"You're back, how is it?"

The Orc sitting in the main tent noticed Yale entering and raised his eyes slightly, asking calmly. This was also a Golden Lion Orc, looking no different from Yale in appearance, except that his attire was not the same. He wore a golden crown on his head, a metal wrist guard protecting his forearm on his right hand, and a battle-axe on his arm stood beside him, its blade shimmering with magical weapon enchantment.

Yale struck his right hand to his chest and saluted his superior, who was also the army commander, saying,

"Lord Bartha, although the soldiers' injuries and fatigue are not serious and their food storage is quite adequate, the morale aspect is very low."

"Is that so? ...I know."

Bartha nodded calmly, then his eyes fixed on the map before him and he fell into a state of contemplation. Yale knew that his own superior was thinking about the next strategy.

After a moment of silence, he couldn't help himself and protested to Bartha, "Lord Bartha, my subordinate believes that the current war situation is very unfavorable to us. Do you have any plans to temporarily withdraw your troops?"

Bartha, hearing this, raised his head, and a majestic aura emanated from him. His eyes at this moment were as sharp as two keen blades, piercing into Yale's body.

"Yale, I understand, are you going to surrender?"

"..."

Under the impact of Bartha's momentum, Yale consciously took a small step back and was slightly startled.

The commander before him was not only the supreme military commander, but also the best in personal strength. He was also the third strongest person in the Orcish Empire. He held the title of "Axe King," personally bestowed by the Orc King.

If you can't give a satisfactory answer, perhaps you will be killed on the spot by Lord Bartha, right?

Yale thought silently, while insisting on his opinion, "Sir Bartha, I am not a coward, nor am I afraid of death."

"You should have noticed that the humans in the Draconic Kingdom are able to resist our army because there are many powerful fighters and magic casters among them."

"Please forgive me for being blunt. I have fought against one of them, and the opponent's strength has very likely surpassed yours."

"If we continue to wage war like this, our army will only suffer greater losses, and I fear there will be a risk of annihilation at that time."

Bartha's eyes were fixed on Yale for a moment, and after hearing his explanation, they fluctuated slightly.

What Yale said was true. As the supreme commander of a large army, he could not act recklessly by simply sacrificing the blood and bones of the Orcs, but also had to consider all aspects of the problem.

This was also very irritating, because when they had just attacked the Draconic Kingdom, the Orc Coalition Army easily captured three Draconic Kingdom cities, and the humans barely had any power to resist. Who would have thought that when the front entered the Draconic Kingdom's interior, a group of people claiming to be members of the Church of Destiny would appear in the human army, causing the Orc Coalition Army to not only lose consecutive local battles, but also to have to fight offensive and defensive battles on a large scale. It was truly very difficult.

Furthermore, Bartha noticed a very dire situation. That was when those people would reappear almost immediately after they were killed in battle, and not only would their strength not decline, but they would show signs of improvement. Faced with such enemies, he truly did not know what to do. Perhaps it would be a good option to accept Yale's opinion and temporarily return to the Orcish Empire to reorganize the army.

Bartha looked down at the map slightly, and couldn't help but think about it.

Bang-bang-bang!

Ah-ah-ah!

At that moment, a series of explosions and screams reached the camp, causing both to instantly become alert.

"What's happening!?"

Bartha quickly grabbed the tomahawk beside him and rushed out of the camp. What he saw was fire rising from the edge of the camp, and he couldn't help but let out a furious roar.

A panicked Orc ran towards the main tent, falling prostrate before him, and reported, "Lo... Lord Bartha! Oh, the human army has engaged!"

"What!?"

Startled, and not bothering to scold his subordinate, Bartha ran quickly towards the fire. Yale also felt something was amiss and followed him closely.

When the two reached the edge of the camp, they saw a human army, exceptionally well-equipped and unified. Their formation was simply arrayed in a three-tier setup, with the front composed of warriors in black armor armed with black swords and shields, the middle line being magic casters in wizard robes, and the rearmost being archers with bows and arrows.

The magic casters continuously used their magic to attack the Orc camp, and flying fireballs falling on Orc warriors would blast them to the point where no bones remained, and spreading flames burned the tents.

"Don't panic! All ranged troops take cover, and warriors line up to charge the human formation!"

Bartha let out an enraged roar.

The voice, as if blessed by magic, covered half the front of the camp, and all the Orcs found their backbone at once. Immediately, Orc warriors surged out of the camp and charged the Draconic Kingdom's army.

As long as they could get close to the battle, human warriors could not compete with powerful Orc warriors.

Bartha awaited the results of the charging force and was always ready to order reserves to follow.

But the next moment, the scene that met his eyes was like a basin of ice water, pouring mercilessly over his head.

The Draconic Kingdom archers released the bowstrings in their hands, and the arrows shot out in horizontal flight as if defying gravity, rolling up a fierce whirlwind.

Puff-puff!

The unusual group of arrows pierced through several Orc warriors in succession before they lost strength and landed on the ground. The charging group fell like harvested wheat, losing hundreds in the blink of an eye.

And when the survivors rushed to the front of the defensive line formed by the human warriors, the human warriors who should have been easily defeated merely blocked their charge by raising the shields in their hands. The swords in their backhands even cut through the bodies of the survivors along with their metal armor!

"This combat ability!?"

Bartha's hands and feet felt cold.

Watching the human army that had counter-charged the Orc camp and had easily slaughtered the Orc warriors, he realized at once that these people were not normal at all.

"Never so! I will fight!"

Bartha gritted his teeth and prepared to give orders to Yale, who was beside him, and then stepped forward himself to block the human assault.

At this moment, a cold light suddenly flashed, and as soon as Bartha noticed it, he felt a tingling sensation in his neck, and his vision began to spin rapidly.

As consciousness slowly blurred, he saw a headless corpse spitting blood, holding the familiar double-bladed battle-axe in its hand.

"This is so weak. Are there only Orcs who have reached the heroic realm so far?"

"They don't seem to have noticed our approach."

The gaze in the head that fell to the ground gradually dimmed, and in its last sight, the backs of a pair of twin female ninjas were visible.