Is this really a Game?!

"Maybe because we never really finished a battle?" Wolf suddenly throws another question to Reign who looks at him with confusion.

"What do you mean we never really finished a battle?"

"Well, if I'm correct then the system might think that it's not only the monsters that are our enemies, this whole base is filled with traps and simply going through the areas would be incredibly difficult for most, luckily we have Tank who can simply block any type of trap or attack, perhaps the system won't judge the battle as finished before we get rid of every enemy and trap in the base, or before we leave the base."

Wolf's explanation made sense in a way, if the system really judged that the whole base was their enemy, then they would only get a notification after either destroying everything completely or leaving the base.

Since that could be the reason then Reign and the others couldn't do anything about it, the orcs from the side look at them with a weird gaze as they simply waited for them to finish their conversation, none of them dared interrupt them.

Reign and the other finally realized that the orcs were silently waiting for them to finish. Reign clears his throat in order to get their attention as he slowly walks toward them. He was a bit embarrassed as he and the others had almost forgotten about them, Magokur had done a great job by getting his orcs in all the different squads right under the gaze of the chieftain and the others.

Thanks to the system there were no barriers when it came to languages and one could easily communicate with almost all races in the universe with ease. Reign talks to the orcs a bit as they nervously answer his questions. He was able to find out some more details like some troop placements which would be useful for later, it turns out that the chieftain's plan for this battle was pretty much the same as what Magokur had thought it was going to be.

The chieftain was powerful but he was also incredibly wary and fearful of his life, he positioned his personal guards in the throne room together with him, the orcs that belonged in the personal guard were all fiercely loyal to him, except for the one that Magokur managed to place in their midst.

To become a member of the chieftain's personal guard was no small feat and it required the orcs to be incredibly powerful and have a high loyalty towards the chieftain, each was required to do a series of tasks before getting into the squad and even Magokur was unable to help anyone deal with the tasks.

Thankfully his subordinate was powerful enough to finish the tasks, even now Magokur had no idea what the tasks were, but he knew better than to pry.

The area that Reign and the others were in was pretty much devoid of any more enemies, the ones that were scattered around had already been dealt with by Magokur's subordinates, even though their strength was the same as the other orcs, nobody expected them to actually betray them, thanks to that they were able to swiftly deal with the other orcs.

There was a problem, however, when Reign and the others finish the battle then only Magokur's subordinates would be left, even though a hundred orcs were no small army, they would be limited to what they could do in the future. Magokur had told them previously that there was no need to worry about that as he already had plans to get more subordinates later.

Reign and the others continue forward as they pass through different halls and corridors, some were empty while others had corpses of slain orcs in them, they even found some of Magokur's subordinates that had been killed during the battle.

As they finally reached the third area they were surprised to see how different it was compared to the other ones. There was no scrap metal that could be seen anywhere and even the cement was gone. What lay in front of them was a giant hall that was completely made of wood.

The hall was larger than a football stadium and almost 200 orcs were standing there, their presence alerted them as they looked nervously at the party that had entered the area. Even though they had a huge advantage when it came to numbers, none of the orcs were confident that this would be an easy victory, most didn't know if they could win against Reign and the others.

At the very front were the personal guards of the recently deceased commander, there were 20 of them but only 6 were elites. The personal guards looked at them with murderous intent as they get ready for a fight, all of the orcs had a solemn look on their faces as they slowly marched towards Reign and the others.

The entrance to the corridor behind Reign suddenly explodes as a large iron door was brought down to block it, there would be no escape from this room. One orc assassin was standing on a small platform on the wall as he looked at them with a murderous smile on his face, he was the leader of the assassin squad and his only mission for today was to hide before they entered so that he could bring the huge iron door down.

Seeing that none of them managed to notice him beforehand made him excited about the following battle. Using his skills he would weave through the ranks of the orcs and attack the party when they least expected it, he was already imagining the look of horror they might have after he would plunge his dagger in their chest.

The assassin suddenly disappears from the spot but after 3 seconds reappears, only that this time he was being wrapped in shadows that slithered around his body like snakes. The truth was that Reign and the others noticed the assassin before they even entered their room, but they didn't do anything about it for one reason.

In front of absolute strength, all tricks are meaningless.

The assassin was trying his hardest in order to break through Shadow's [ Shadow Bind ], unfortunately for him, it was impossible. Even though the orc was a level 35 elite unit, compared to Shadow who was not only level 39 but also had stats that were above elites, he was greatly unmatched.

Shadow was pouring a lot of mana as the binds were constricting against the orc, the latter was unable to move after a couple of seconds and it wouldn't be too long before his bones break from the powerful bindings.

Shadow could simply strangle the orc or use his shadow spikes in order to kill him quickly, but he wanted to show the other orcs that they were completely outmatched. Letting them watch their comrade being slowly broken by the bindings until his whole body was unrecognizable would make their morale go down and make the fight even easier.

The assassin managed to survive for 16 seconds, for him it was as if those 16 seconds was an eternity, nothing he did was able to let him out of the bindings and after 6 seconds he could feel the bones on his arms and legs breaking. The sound of the bones breaking was heard by the other orcs who simply watched without moving a muscle, the spectacle in front of them let them understand a part of their opponent's strength as the assassin was a powerful fighter in the base.

The leader of the assassins was well-known and was feared by the orcs as he was brutal to his enemies, he even murdered some hobgoblins and goblins out of frustration in front of others multiple times. He would always take his time and kill them slowly as others watched, it gave him immense pleasure and now, now he was being toyed with by Shadow, similarly to what he did to others before.

His arms and legs were broken and the rest soon followed, the assassin couldn't even utter a single word as the shadows had constricted around his whole body and he was barely able to breathe. In the end, his neck wasn't spared as it was broken as well, his eyeballs had popped out of his head while his whole body was broken, bones were sticking out of it and a puddle of blood had formed beneath him.

Reign and the others simply walked toward the orcs after the assassin's death, the orcs actually took a step back as they saw the party moving closer to them. They released their mana as the pressure made the orcs gulp in fear, each one of them was many times stronger compared to the orcs and now they had to face them.

To them, the 7 people in front of them looked like grim reapers that had come in order to claim their lives, even the personal guard of the commander was no different. What the orcs didn't see however was that tens of orcs had taken out a blue cloth and had tied it around their arms. The bloodbath was about to begin.