Tensei Shitara Slime Datta Ken novel Chapter 29

There is a lake in the center of the Jura Forest, called Shisu.

A marsh surrounds the lake, and is controlled by the Lizardmen.

Countless caves surround their lands, forming a natural labyrinth thwarting any invasion.

Protected thus by the land itself, the Lizardmen peacefully ruled over the lake.

However, one day, troubling news reached them.

The orc army was advancing to the lake.

The Head, upon hearing these news, quickly issued orders.

ŒPrepare for battle! We'll crush them!!!

The Head was full of confidence.

Had they fought on the plains it might have been different, especially considering the Lizardmen's were outnumbered,

But this battle would be on their terms.

If they set traps and proceed carefully, they were sure to win.

While sending some to prepare for battle, he also sent a reconnaissance team to investigate the orcs.

Knowing the size of the enemy is a must.

Along with becoming the leader, his intelligence increased.

The carnivorous Lizardmen would individually rank as a C+ monster.

The warriors could reach B-, and some special individuals among them could even reach B rank.

The total number of their troops numbered ten thousand"if calling half of their entire population to arms.

However, even so, their abilities are rather highly ranked.

If they properly cooperate and fight as a single unit, they can easily rival the army of a small human country.

Thus, this battle seems completely to their advantage.

There is no way we will lose! So thought their head.

However, his heart was still heavy.

Orcs were typically a race that wouldn't attack those stronger than themselves.

And by no means are Lizardmen weaker.

Had they attacked the goblins, then it would've made some sense... but why them?

And thus the question slowly grew into unease that tormented him.

A bold personality, but with enough humility. That was the Head of the Lizardmen who ruled them carefully for many years.

And this lizard's fears were soon to come true.

That much was confirmed but the reconnaissance team.

The orcs numbered 200 thousand!!!

Impossible!... so he thought.

The orcs were indeed a race bursting with life, renown for their reproductive abilities. However, even then, to prepare 200 thousand warriors was unthinkable.

How were they able to procure enough food?

Who had united that many selfish and greedy orcs under one banner?

With their power, at most a thousand would follow...

The best the head could do would be raise an army for twenty thousand.

Are they divided into sections controlled by some outstanding individuals?

But even so, someone has to unite the leaders...

It couldn't have been...

The mere thought evoked fear.

He wanted to reject that thought with all his might.

That's how terrifying that existence was. The... Orc Lord, said to be born once in many hundreds of years!

However, no matter how hard he thought, only that entity could have achieved such results.

If... if the Orc Lord has indeed been born, then the advantage he so depended on would probably be meaningless.

If they fight normally, defeat is almost inevitable. They don't have enough troops!

So the Head thought.

What could they do to escape from this predicament?

If his worries proved mistaken, he would only jump for joy. However, one has to prepare for any circumstance before the decisive battle.

So he decided to call for reinforcements.

And thus he sent one of his subordinates.

Unfortunately, it was that subordinate that caused the chaos.

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Lizardmen's Raid Leader Gabil, upon receiving the orders from the head, left the marshes.

Taking with him a hundred warriors.

Gabil was not pleased.

To him, who had a name, to be taking orders from a the nameless head... how revolting!

I am a chosen one! That very fact was the root of Gabil's pride and confidence.

A certain devil he had met granted him this name.

ŒYou show promise! Someday, I'll come back to call you to my side!

So the great devil told him.

He remembers those words as if they were said yesterday.

My great master, the devil Gelmudo himself bestowed this name upon me!

So how could I be satisfied working under those low class lizardmen and their pathetic leader?

For Gelmudo-sama's sake, I must take control of the lizardmen...

Gabil kept thinking the same thing: is this fine? Of course not!

In that case, what should he do?

The orders from the Head were to journey to the goblins' village and to request their assistance.

He did allow some forceful coercion, but strictly forbid any action that would prompt a violent response.

Pathetic! So thought Gabil.

We should just conquer the goblins! We should have some faith in our abilities, and all will go as planned!

Yes!

We have no need for the weak head who overestimates the power of some lowly orcs!

Isn't this the chance for take over that I was waiting for?

It is. So"how should I proceed?

Those lowly goblins can at least serve as meat shields. So let's gather them up and put those lowlifes to use.

Ten thousand goblins should be useful.

Wait... I got a better idea.

This is the perfect opportunity to show the world our power!

My power!

For that goal, I should proceed carefully here.

Carefully, without letting my guard down, wait for the right timing.

First, gather forces.

This Gabil will proceed onward to the Goblin village!

For the sake of my great ambition!

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The goblin village chiefs gathered with paled faces.

Compared to before, their numbers significantly dwindled.

It all began with the coming of the fang wolves.