Reborn with the Conquest System-Chapter 43: The Orc Tribes

Surprisingly, the naga did not lie about there being points where he could breathe in along the way. Traveling by clinging to the naga had also given Magnus a brief flash of inspiration.

’A mount is probably something I need to get at one point as well, to consider myself a proper warlord and all that.

After fifteen minutes of occasionally surfacing to get air and traveling by being dragged along, Magnus saw the rays of the morning sun.

He had left behind the underground river system and had surfaced, surrounded once more by a vast expanse of snow and grass. A quick estimate and he guessed the river he was in now was roughly 50 meters wide.

’Wide and deep enough for a boat, might be useful for a trade route.’

As he made a mental note, he climbed up the naga, using it like an improvised horse.

"Now then, take me to the orc tribe."

"Yes... But can you get off my back, it’s humiliat—"

Thock

"Understand?" Magnus asked, patting the spot where he hit the naga.

"... Yes."

Although he couldn’t read the naga’s mind, he knew he was not thinking anything positive about him. Yet instead of focusing on that, he simply relaxed and enjoyed the ride. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Occasionally checking the map and the deadline, he kept track of how far he was from the fortress. Though he was a bit worried about it being attacked, he knew he couldn’t just sit around and be passive.

’It’s not like they could just march at the fort and attack instantly, they would need to gather up after receiving the news... And I also want to finish this stupid quest already, so I can take my time with rebuilding the keep!’

It was only an hour later and after traveling 30 kilometres when he disembarked his ’boat’.

"So you’re saying, there’s a tribe in this direction?" Magnus pointed north.

"I am certain." The naga replied, bowing it’s head.

’What’s the odds its an ambush or worse...’

With such thoughts, Magnus arm blurred, and the naga’s body collapsed headless to the ground.

’I’m not letting you alert your friends either, and I know the way back now.’

He turned around, and began running north. Though faintly visible in the distance, he knew he could get back to the mountain after finishing his attack rather quickly.

As he moved across the snow covered steppe, he encountered different kinds of animals. Most were some sort of antelope or goat mix, some were birds, and rarely — a species of cat.

Each of them had a thick fur coat, and none of them were bigger than a human. The only striking species were the cats, who seemingly blended in with the snow due to their pure white fur.

’...I’m not gona own a cat.’

After 27 minutes of light running, he spotted smoke rising into the distance. He could also make out some sort of gray wall surrounding the orc village.

Excited, he sped up.

The orcs also saw him soon after, and the sounds of frantic shouting began to echo beyond the walls.

The gatehouse soon came into view, the metal door securely closed. Yet he ignored it, running straight for the 3 meter tall wall.

His legs left the ground as he jumped up high, easily over shooting the wall, and his eyes gave a cursory glance at the orc camp.

Around 100 orcs were in the camp, judging by the size, as stone huts lay scattered on the inside of the walls.

He also spotted an orc shaman near a temple like structure, chanting something.

Bang! Crack!

He crashes into one of the houses like a meteor, debris flying everywhere. Grabbing a fist sized rock, he hurled it with all his might towards the chanting shaman.

BANG!

Only to see an armored or jump in front of the stone, taking the hit head on with its shield. Just as Magnus was about to pick up another orc, alarm bells rang in his head as a dagger pierced towards his side.

’An assassin!?’ he dashed to the side, avoiding the blade by a hairs breath.

Cloaked in black clothes, the outline and the size gave away that this was a human.

’But why is there a human this deep in territory, and more than that, WHY TRY TO KILL ME!?’

The assassin’s left hand flashed, and a curved dagger appeared in it. The other one held a wide guard dagger, similar to a parrying dagger.

The figure blurred, dashing towards Magnus side, while a fireball came hurtling through the air from the orc shaman.

Improvising on the spot, he spun and kicked a rock towards the fireball, his fist aiming for the assassin’s head.

Bang!

The fireball and rock collided, while his fist sunk into the ground. Glancing at the side, the assassin was more than a dozen meters away. Giving Magnus a contempt filled look, the assassin somersaulted over the wall and dissappeared from view.

He dodged sideways, now easily avoiding the fireball of the shaman.

’What was that about? No matter, I’ll figure it out later. For now—’

He broke into a sprint, each step cracking the ground underneath his feet. In the shamans vision Magnus was rapidly expanding, a fist raised overhead.

BANG!

The armored orc jumped in front of him but was sent flying, and his hand shot into the shaman’s throat before it could finish raising its hand towards him.

With a gentle thud, it’s body fell to the ground, yet he had moved on already, shooting towards the nearest orc.

Screams echoed from the village as the orcs were cut down. Once the village was down to just three orcs that had surrendered, Magnus stood in front of them. Green blood covered every inch of his skin, and in his head was the helmet of the armored orc.

"Now!" he threw the helmet away, "Tell me everything about the nearby orc villages. Where they are, how many there are, do you have prisoners. Everything. And before you ask why should we—"

"I’ll tell, I’ll tell!"

"Me as well!"

"I know more!"

Seeing the three orcs almost fighting over who could become a rat, Magnus shook his head.

’At least hunting orcs will be easy. Though—’

He glanced at the direction where the assassin disappeared to, an uneasy feeling welling up.

’I really hope this is the ogre jerky messing with me, and not something worse.’