Unpredictable Summoner Chapter 26
Chapter 26 – Orc Subjugation Battle (4)
The moment the Orc Rider Scout Captain died, a wail erupted from the orc horde.
“All-out attack incoming!”
From atop the fortress wall, Hunter Kim Hwarang shouted while locked in combat with a Poison Orc. Other hunters, hearing his cry, turned their eyes beyond the wall and readied themselves for the next wave.
Even from a distance, the pressure was crushing—something primal, heavy, suffocating.
The cries of hunters filled the air.
Kim Suho, who had been sitting and checking the system with a potion between his lips, stood up.
“…Where are you going?”
“Aren’t you going to rest?”
One hunter asked in a quiet voice.
Kim Suho had just finished a brutal fight with a Poison Orc estimated to be above level 40—and won. It was natural to be concerned that he was going straight back into battle.
It wasn’t just that one hunter. Others who had been resting around the tents looked at Suho with worried expressions.
Suho turned to them and said calmly:
“This is an opportunity.”
“Hunter Kim Hwarang of the Association was prepared for this—an all-out assault. He built the wall, split their forces, and wore them down piece by piece. Yes, things got dicey at one point, and some people got hurt. But no one died.”
Some hunters had been injured and sent to the rear, but none had died. And though it looked like they were being overwhelmed, no part of the wall had fallen to the Poison Orcs.
The monsters were charging like it was their last day on Earth. The Scout Captain had infiltrated the fortress and gotten the wrong idea—thinking they had the upper hand.
But in truth, the hunters were gaining the momentum.
After a moment of consideration, some of the resting hunters realized what Suho meant and rose to their feet. They recalled Kim Hwarang’s thorough preparations for a full-on clash.
At Suho’s call, Charming waddled over and climbed onto his shoulder.
“Let’s go, Charming.”
Suho moved forward with Charming perched cheerfully on his shoulder, kicking her legs in the air.
Having taken down the Scout Captain on his own, Suho had leveled up. He could feel it—Sarang and Gunma were also growing, little by little, out there on the frontlines.
He swung his backpack around and pulled out one of his own potions—no longer relying on potions from the Association, the nation, or the guild. Just a low-grade one this time. It barely recovered any mana, but it would help. Every drop mattered in the battle to come.
This wasn’t just about him.
When Suho entered the fray, others would follow: debuffers to weaken the monsters, swordsmen wielding energy slashes, mages and gunners attacking from afar.
“Maaah! Maah! Mamama!”
Suho joined in Charming’s strange little song, humming as they walked like two kids heading on a picnic.
“Maah! Maah! Mamama!”
Smoke cleared from an explosion ahead. One massive hole had been blown open in the ground, and standing at the edge of it—
A Poison Orc Warrior.
“Or wait… is that a Fire Orc Warrior?”
The burning, one-armed Orc Warrior toppled forward. Dead.
Suho stared for a moment before looking up again.
Dozens of orcs began pouring through the massive breach.
Suho unsheathed his black sword. Charming dove into his chest pocket to hide.
“Seriously, am I cursed or something?” Everywhere he went, trouble followed.
The orc army charged. All but the slow-moving commander were frothing with killing intent.
Kim Hwarang’s voice rang out again. Hunters flinched.
Some bit their lips. Some smiled bitterly. All stared into the distance beyond the wall.
“Focus on the enemy in front of you—now!”
With a commanding voice, Kim Hwarang drew out a scroll.
He had rigged the entire field outside the walls with traps. But the orc commander had sent forward beasts and fodder orcs to set them off.
The Poison Orcs remained untouched. That’s why Hwarang hadn’t used his scrolls yet.
Even now, the commander was piling corpses into stairs, and sending out only elite Orc Warriors. So Hwarang had to go down below the walls himself to hold them off.
“This is different from before…”
Only about a hundred were approaching now, including the commander.
But these orcs weren’t ordinary. They wore gear stolen from hunters—auto-adjusting armor, mana-enhancing weapons, artifact-tier equipment.
The 100 elites moved slowly with their commander.
Kim Hwarang glanced down.
Poison Orcs were climbing the corpse-stairs. It looked like something out of hell.
They reached toward the sky, dripping killing intent, bleeding, mangled—but never stopping. Not even if their arms were cut off.
“Hunter Kim Hwarang!”
A voice called him. He shook his head.
He couldn’t use the scroll—not until the commander fully committed to the battlefield. If he used a 4th-circle scroll now and hurt the army without the commander present, the orc might just retreat with his elites.
The screaming continued. The battle dragged on.
Fatigue dulled reflexes. Mistakes turned into wounds. Wounds into death.
Kim Hwarang flinched at another scream but gritted his teeth.
His heart screamed to use the scroll. But his head told him—“Not yet.”
He had to wait. Wait until the main force fully committed.
His reason and instinct clashed violently.
As if sensing his hesitation, the orc commander raised his hand. The elite orcs halted.
Then he sent forward only ten Orc Warriors.
The commander watched with a smirk, testing the waters.
And that was it—Kim Hwarang gave in to his heart.
He pulled the scroll open, infused it with mana, and tore it vertically.
A glowing magic circle formed beyond the wall.
The orc mages tried to interrupt it—but the commander stopped them with a simple wave.
The circle completed, and red-hot mana surged through it.
Flames engulfed the battlefield.
Orcs screamed in the inferno. The corpse-stairs melted.
But then—dozens of water spheres rained down.
Water clashed with fire.
“WIND MAGIC! WIND ATTRIBUTES—NOW!”
Hunters cast wind spells, clearing the fog.
And then they saw them—the orc commander and his elites, charging full speed.
The magic circle vanished. The wounded orcs turned their pain into rage and began stacking corpses once more.
“I didn’t want to use this…”
Hwarang pulled out another scroll. This one wasn’t from the Association. It was a personal reward—a powerful, one-use spell scroll from a previous gate.
The operation had been thrown off. He had been outmaneuvered. He had to take responsibility.
As he tore the scroll, the orc commander’s eyes widened.
He tried to halt his forces—but it was too late.
A massive magic circle formed beneath him and his elites.
A swirling inferno roared to life, swallowing them whole.
It was a 5th-circle spell, powerful enough to critically injure even a level 60 monster.
The commander was formidable. Intelligent. Strategic. He’d baited them, manipulated the battlefield. But maybe—maybe this time, it would be enough.
Kim Hwarang clenched his fist and waited.
The tornado lasted ten long seconds.
When it faded, the only thing left inside was scorched silence—and a handful of orcs who had barely survived, protected by water spheres.
The orc mages who had created the spheres collapsed and died, having given everything.
Half the orc commander’s body was burned beyond recognition. His left eye had melted. With his remaining eye, he glared at Hwarang.
He raised his hand and pointed toward the wall.
The Poison Orcs, barely alive thanks to the mages, let loose a feral scream and charged.
Leading them was the largest Orc Warrior of them all, his body covered in horrific burns—but without a moment’s hesitation, he ran.
Hunters fired everything they had. The Orc Warrior, already half-dead from spells, couldn’t block everything.
His arm was severed. His body was riddled with holes.
With a final cry, he burned through the last of his mana to strengthen his body and threw himself at the wall.
Kim Hwarang expanded his mana to scan below—then shouted with a stone-cold expression:
“The wall’s been breached! Enemy is a top-tier gate monster! Estimated level—”
He paused. It might be another trap.
“Nation and Association—secure the ground level! Guilds and independents—hold the wall!”
At the moment dozens of orcs flooded through the breach, dozens of hunters jumped down to intercept them.
They were the highest-level hunters here—around level 45.
“Let’s do the job, then head somewhere else.”