The Automatic Rooting Range Is Too Wide - Chapter 146

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Auto Looting Range Too Wide Episode 146

Episode 146: One Against a Thousand (3)

The ground rippled like waves, centered around where his fist struck down.

Soldiers tumbling over from the aftershock. Even the warriors were the same.

Even the Grand Warlord couldn’t withstand it and collapsed.

“Uhahahat!”

Only Kurmakdurumak stood tall. He laughed heartily as if feeling refreshed.

Mincheol looked at Kurmakdurumak with a fed-up expression.

‘I picked a fight with an orc like this?’

Goosebumps rose all over him.

Separately from that, Kurmakdurumak’s presence now felt incredibly reassuring.

‘Huh?’

Then a strange phenomenon caught his eye.

Kurmakdurumak’s body suddenly began to shrink.

To be precise, his muscles were diminishing.

“Lord Kurmakdurumak, your body…”

“Ah, don’t be alarmed. It’s because I consumed a great deal of life force. This isn’t a technique that can be used easily.”

Kurmakdurumak spoke with his cheekbones now protruding sharply.

“Lord Mincheol, as you’ve probably noticed, I’m no longer in a condition to fight.”

Even as he spoke, Kurmakdurumak’s body continued shrinking.

Now both his cheeks were sunken in.

“So we need to flee right now.”

“What? But a warrior…”

“This is an exception. Didn’t the Northern Orcs commit cowardly acts first? There’s no honor to uphold against cowards!”

Mincheol looked at Kurmakdurumak as if dumbfounded.

He genuinely became curious about what exactly Kurmakdurumak meant by ‘warrior.’

“Then follow me closely!”

Kurmakdurumak began running toward the castle.

‘He’s fast?’

It was tremendous speed. Even if Mincheol used Black Horn Bullet Form, he could barely keep up.

“They’re escaping!”

“Catch them immediately!”

The warriors who grasped the situation shouted in alarm.

But by the time the warriors got back on their feet, the two had already fled outside the outpost.

“Uhahhat! I can’t remember the last time I stirred up an enemy camp like this! In my youth, I used to rampage often with the previous lord!”

Kurmakdurumak shouted excitedly.

Mincheol looked at Kurmakdurumak with a worried expression.

His muscles had continued withering until his spine protruded.

Though he didn’t show it, this was proof he had overexerted himself tremendously.

Meanwhile, they approached the castle. Mincheol shouted to Kurmakdurumak.

“The fortress gate is closed!”

“It can’t be helped. If they carelessly opened the gate, they’d allow enemy infiltration! The Northern Spearmen are faster than opening gates!”

As he said, the Northern warriors were now pursuing the two at tremendous speed.

“Then how do we get inside?”

“When I give the signal, jump up high!”

“What?”

Mincheol couldn’t understand what this meant at all.

But Kurmakdurumak didn’t give him time to think.

“Now!”

At Kurmakdurumak’s shout, Mincheol kicked off the ground. Both their bodies leaped into the air.

It was considerable jumping power, but they only reached halfway up the castle wall.

That’s when it happened.

From atop the castle wall, Lord Alcamalca could be seen thrusting down her great sword.

A massive sword energy extended from the great sword and struck the ground.

Thus the castle wall and ground were connected by an invisible blade.

“You can only step on it once! You must leap with all your strength!”

Mincheol used Black Horn Bullet Form and stepped on the sword energy.

At that moment, the sword energy shattered completely and both their bodies soared high.

‘Too short.’

But it wasn’t enough to clear the castle wall.

Both their bodies began falling in a parabolic arc.

“Lord Kurmakdurumak! Lord Mincheol!”

“Please grab our hands!”

Then, the warriors stretched their hands out over the castle wall.

Mincheol and Kurmakdurumak grasped the warriors’ hands.

“Heup!”

“Hup!”

The two were pulled up onto the castle wall thanks to the warriors.

Mincheol and Kurmakdurumak barely managed to climb atop the castle wall.

“Uhahahat! That was almost a disaster!”

Kurmakdurumak laughed heartily. Mincheol burst into laughter as well.

Mincheol tried to express his gratitude to Alcamalca and the warriors.

Without them, he couldn’t have leaped onto the castle wall…

“Lord Mincheol! Duck!”

Alcamalca shouted urgently. Mincheol reflexively turned his body.

The Grand Warlord visible below the castle wall.

In a posture as if he had thrown something.

The sound of air being torn.

An axe that had reached right before his nose.

‘Too late.’

Just as the axe was about to embed in Mincheol’s chest.

Kurmakdurumak embraced Mincheol.

Thunk-

With a dull sound, Kurmakdurumak’s body collapsed.

* * *

Mincheol paced anxiously in front of the door.

After a moment, the door opened and a small-framed orc walked out.

An Orc Shaman.

This orc served as a doctor in Aksria.

“Is Lord Kurmakdurumak alright?”

“His life isn’t in danger. But…”

The Orc Shaman sighed and spoke.

“The axe blade severed his spine. He won’t be able to move his lower body from now on.”

It felt like being struck in the back of the head with a hammer.

The Orc Shaman patted Mincheol’s shoulder, then left.

Mincheol entered the bedroom.

Kurmakdurumak, lying in bed, smiled and raised his arm.

“Oh, Lord Mincheol, you’ve come.”

His face was still gaunt, as if he hadn’t recovered his life force yet.

“This is quite something. My legs won’t move. This is the first time in my life I’ve felt so powerless.”

Kurmakdurumak tapped his legs with his hands as he spoke.

Mincheol looked at Kurmakdurumak’s lower body with a troubled expression.

“Don’t feel guilty. If you’re an orc, you must protect your companions!”

Kurmakdurumak spoke nonchalantly to Mincheol.

“I’m just a declining old man anyway. If my sacrifice can keep a young warrior like Sir Mincheol safe, it’s a profitable trade.”

Saying this, Kurmakdurumak laughed heartily.

“If you’re really concerned, please protect the castle. Never lose to those northern barbarians!”

“I’ll try my best.”

“Hey! What kind of weak talk is that! That’s not like an orc! An orc should…”

Kurmakdurumak began lecturing with a roar.

Mincheol listened to his words halfheartedly before going outside.

And he walked down the corridor, lost in thought.

‘I don’t need to worry about it. They’re just Tower residents anyway.’

These were people who didn’t even know they were trapped in the Tower.

These were people who eternally repeated the same time.

There was no need to feel sorry or think it was significant.

‘But what should I say…’

Mincheol recalled the scene he had witnessed last night.

Kurmakdurumak wrapping around him and getting hit by the axe.

The Grand Warlord’s figure spewing curses in rage below the castle wall.

‘…This feels really shitty.’

Mincheol’s steps stopped in front of the meeting hall.

Inside the meeting hall, Alcamalca and the warriors were in heated debate.

“That’s nonsense. The Grand Warlord’s reincarnation?”

“But didn’t Sir Mincheol clearly hear it? Besides, Sir Kurmakdurumak said it was different from a mere specter.”

“Still, to say the Grand Warlord has been reincarnated… it’s too absurd.”

“Have you all forgotten? Sir Kurmakdurumak is the only one among us who directly met the Spectre of the Grand Warlord in his youth. He couldn’t have been mistaken.”

The topic of debate was the Grand Warlord.

Not the Spectre of the Grand Warlord, but the Grand Warlord himself had appeared?

It was not an easy thing to accept.

“I think we should assume the worst-case scenario.”

Alcamalca spoke up.

“If that Black Orc is truly the Grand Warlord, how should we face him?”

“It’s impossible.”

“Even if the legends about the Grand Warlord are only a speck true, we’re as good as dead.”

“He’s an ancient orc who fought against Tooshin.”

Silence fell over the meeting hall.

Even Mincheol, listening from outside the door, could feel how dejected they were.

“We need to request support from other castles.”

“How can we send messengers when we’re surrounded by the Northern Army?”

Sighs could be heard one after another.

Then, someone offered a new opinion.

“Perhaps even if it’s the Grand Warlord, he might not be in perfect condition.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Considering the legends of the Grand Warlord, he could have easily conquered the castle by himself. But the castle is still intact. What does this mean?”

“The Grand Warlord isn’t in perfect condition?”

“Exactly. Whether he hasn’t regained his power yet, is in the process of regaining it, or only has part of it, either way he must be much weaker than the legends suggest.”

It was a reasonable argument.

After all, the Grand Warlord had let Mincheol and Kurmakdurumak slip away right before his eyes.

“But isn’t that just speculation?”

“That’s right. He might be hiding his true strength.”

The debate showed no signs of settling down.

Mincheol opened the door and entered.

“Sir Mincheol!”

Alcamalca and the warriors welcomed Mincheol warmly.

“How is Sir Kurmakdurumak’s condition? Can he recover?”

Mincheol shook his head.

“He said he won’t be able to use his lower body for the rest of his life.”

The atmosphere in the meeting hall instantly became heavy.

Everyone either closed their eyes tightly or let out sighs.

“To lose a warrior of Sir Kurmakdurumak’s caliber. This is serious.”

“A great star has fallen. What shall we do?”

“How can we stop the northern warriors without Sir Kurmakdurumak?”

The war situation was dark, and they had lost a powerful fighter on top of that.

The faces of Alcamalca and the warriors darkened considerably.

“I heard before coming in. You were wondering how to fight the Grand Warlord.”

“That’s right. Do you happen to have any clever methods?”

Mincheol shook his head. Even Mincheol didn’t have any brilliant strategies.

“I thought so…”

“But I do know a way to harass him.”

“Harass him?”

Mincheol took something out of his inventory.

It was a crop about the size of a fist, covered in dirt.

The eyes of Alcamalca and the warriors widened.

“What on earth is that?”

“It’s the Northern Army’s military provisions.”

At those words, Alcamalca’s eyes grew as wide as they could.

“Is what you just said really true?”

“It’s true.”

“Impossible… Not only did you return alive from the enemy camp, but you also completed the mission?”

Alcamalca muttered with a trembling voice.

The warriors also looked back and forth between Mincheol and the crop in disbelief.

“Finding out about the crops means…”

“It means the conditions for using my power have been met.”

Mincheol shrugged as he added.

“The work will take a while. Could you guide me to the storehouse?”

* * *

The Grand Warlord was in a very bad mood.

‘Those vermin-like Southern Orcs… how dare they… knock me down?’

Kurmakdurumak.

He had shown the disgraceful sight of losing his balance and falling due to a technique used by a Southern Orc.

Of course, at that time, there wasn’t a single orc left standing. Soldiers and warriors alike had all fallen.

But unlike them, he was the Grand Warlord.

The fact that the Grand Warlord had been defeated by a mere orc was absolutely unforgivable.

‘And on top of that, he made me lose the mutant!’

The Grand Warlord couldn’t contain his rage and threw his axe to kill the mutant.

That orc had appeared to save the mutant.

So he thought killing the mutant and making that orc’s efforts futile would be the way to humiliate him.

But that orc protected the mutant until the very end.

‘This humiliation… absolutely unforgivable. When I conquer the castle, I won’t leave a single Southern Orc alive!’

The Grand Warlord gripped the armrests of his chair.

The chair made of ironwood, said to be as hard as iron, crumbled to powder.

“G-Grand Warlord!”

Just then, a Warrior rushed into the tent, shouting urgently.

The Grand Warlord spoke with displeasure.

“Didn’t I tell you that no one should enter until I speak?”

“I deserve death! But an urgent matter has arisen…”

Crack.

The Grand Warlord ground his teeth. How dare you ignore my warning?

Both Southern Orcs and Northern Orcs had only provoked his anger.

“If this isn’t important, I’ll personally cut off your head.”

The Warrior’s face turned pale.

But when he followed the Warrior to the supply wagons, the Grand Warlord had no choice but to completely forget what he had said.

The potatoes loaded in the wagons were disappearing in real time.

“Wh-what is this?”

The Grand Warlord shouted in confusion.

But not a single orc answered.

“St-stop it! Stop it somehow!”

Military supplies were no different from the army’s lifeline.

Soldiers couldn’t fight without food, after all.

No, without military supplies in the first place, it was impossible to even maintain an army.

“Didn’t you hear me! Stop it! I said stop it!”

Soldiers hurriedly brought sacks and filled them with potatoes.

Or they moved the wagons outside the encampment.

Both the potatoes put in sacks and the potatoes moved outside the encampment all disappeared.

Before even half a day had passed, all the military supplies had vanished.

And so…

The Grand Warlord could only stare at the empty wagons with a bewildered expression.

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