Fantasy World: I Can Travel To Cultivation World

Two days passed quickly.

Luis was ready to return to his own world. He was on the battlefield, and he and his knight were chasing the orcs. If he disappears, it will just unnecessarily worry his father's shadow guards stationed in the different bases.

So, he along with his 400 knights entered the vortex appearing inside the goblin cave. This place was still scorched black by the burnt marks from flaming oil.

Luis kept every knight in formation with Vortex still open.

"Liam, order strong and fast official knights to scout the surrounding area. Give them a time of 30 minutes." Luis ordered Liam; it would be too reckless if they just walked around without knowing anything.

Liam walked back to order the official knights. In just a few moments, twenty strong official knights galloped in their horses to scout the surroundings.

With their strength, they can escape even if they encounter danger. If they couldn't escape, it just means that the enemy is too strong and Luis has to create a new plan.

Luis began to glance at the map, seeing 20 green dots spreading towards the north-east direction, which is the direction of the Orc Battlefield frontline.

"Xiao Wei, you will still act as a merchant and buy all the necessary items for the Chamber of Commerce in Cultivation World." Luis looked at Xiao Wei, who was inside full armor.

"Yes, boss. Biggs has given me all the list to buy," Xiao Wei said, taking out a list from his body.

Luis started gazing at the map, ignoring the list shown by Xiao Wei.

Suddenly, three official knights who were going in one direction stopped moving. A few minutes later, other green dots stopped moving too. In just a few minutes, the dots gathered together and headed back towards the cave where Luis was currently residing.

'What did they find?' Luis thought as he looked at the green dots moving at very fast speed.

In just a few minutes, they entered the cave. They headed straight towards Luis.

"Boss, Orcs. In northeast direction, orcs are gathering." The knights quickly informed everyone, alerting everyone.

Everyone became alert when they heard this. Orcs are spotted. Hatred and murderous intent flashed across everyone's faces. This is racial grudge between two races that has accumulated for thousands of years.

In recent years, there has been some sort of fragile agreement between these orcs and humans, but this will not remove the deep-seated hatred.

"Arthur, go inside and inform Marcos. We need more knights." Luis immediately started giving orders.

Arthur, without wasting time, entered the vortex seriously.

"Tell me the number of orcs you have spotted." Luis then looked at the scout again.

"Boss, the orcs seem to be from a single tribe, as they have flags in their wolves. The number is about 1000." The scout immediately recalled everything.

"There should be no 3rd stage warrior among orcs."

Luis listened to everything the scout said. There definitely is no 3rd stage warrior among these Orcs. As orcs are extremely militaristic, the 3rd stage orcs will definitely control an army of 10,000. Commanding 1,000 Orcs is humiliation for the third-stage strong Orc.

Arthur quickly returned along with 150 more knights. There were also Marcos among them.

The knights were all in formation; the strengths were three 2nd stage official knights, 30 1st stage official knights, and 517 apprentice knights.

This was a very scary number, as it was fully composed of knights who awakened their life seed. No reserve knights to hold back; the strength that can be unleashed fully is unimaginable.

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In the orcs camp

The orcs were oblivious to the scouts that just spied on them. They had a look of frustration as they stayed on the ground eating raw meat.

"Massta, why we gotta follow dat prince?"

"I wanna fight like a brave warrior, like Mahoraga! Dis kinda cowardice ain't what brave Orcs do!"

This statement was cheered by every orc.

"Why are we attackin' da weak an' runnin' away?"

"What's dat prince up to? I don't like dat coward!"

Lately, resentment had been growing among the orcs. Acting like cowards went against everything they stood for, especially those who followed Mahoraga, the symbol of strength and bravery. They hated being forced into such behavior.

Even the tribe leader, who shared their anger, wore a frustrated expression. He didn't want to be a coward either, but he had no choice. Defying the prince could lead to severe consequences, as the prince had the backing of the powerful Central Tribe.

"Shut up! Don't you dare argue with me! I'll kill you where you stand if you say another word."

The tribe leader roared in fury, his red eyes blazing as he glared at the Orcs who dared to challenge him and the prince. His anger was palpable, sending a wave of fear through the group.

No orc dared to argue any further. When the tribe leader said he would kill, he meant it. They knew his word was final. None of them wanted to die like this—without honor. Their destiny was to fall in battle, not under the wrath of their own leader.

"Get ready! We goin' to Nailia region next to smash da weak pioneer knights!"

"Haaaa"

"Haaaah"

The orcs grudgingly agreed, their spirits low. It wasn't just their tribe; many other tribes were acting like cowards as well. The weight of their shame hung heavy as they prepared for the fight ahead.

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But just as they were about to head towards the Nailia region, the ground began to shake.

The tribe leader, along with other orcs, looked in one direction. A lot of horses were galloping towards them.

The orcs' faces lit up with excitement at the sight. However, the tribe leader was shocked; how could a cavalry come so close to them?

However, he quickly mounted on his wolves and rushed towards the galloping horses.

"Hurrrah! Dis be da battle I been waitin' for! Attack!"

"Hurrrah!"

"Humans! So many humans, hahaha!"

"Attack!"

The orcs quickly following the tribe leader also mounted on their wolves and charged towards the advancing humans.

There was no formation among orcs as they were caught off guard. Thousands of orcs headed towards the humans, chaotically driven by a singular desire to kill the humans in the name of Mahoraga.

The thrill of battle ignited their spirits as they rushed into the fray.

Today, only one race would emerge alive from this clash. Orcs never retreated. Their fierce resolve was unyielding. They would fight to the last breath, determined to prove their strength and honor on the battlefield.