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In Another World with My Wooden Throne System

Zion Freese died while sitting in a wooden chair in the bus stop station after accidentally getting hit by a truck.  He thought it was the end, but unknowingly he transmigrated and became Zion Altaria, the illegitimate son of King Lionel Altaria, the ruler of the Terun empire, the strongest empire on the continent of Garenia…  Because his mother was branded a slave, he was known to defame and dilute the bloodline of the royal family. He was the king’s greatest disgrace because of his very existence. The king had sinned against his ancestor.  When he turned 15, his brothers and sister set him up, which led the King/father to seethe in anger, ordering the guard to throw him in a ship and banishing him to never return to the kingdom. If he ever does so, he will be killed immediately. Darn that I just transmigrated and this is the first thing I experience no shit Sherlock... screw your empire... Ding... congratulations to the host on obtaining the wooden throne system.  "So, what if I’m banished to never return? I intend to use my system to create my own territory that those royals will envy. Let me sit on my wooden throne and savor this moment Hahaha "  "The journey of conquering starts with me. Hail me, the king. Cool Hahaha" [Tsk… Good for you, host] "...." Zion "...." system ......... ........ Note: English is not my first language, so please bear with me. Thank you for reading my webnovel. I hope you enjoyed it ........ Note from the author: Could you leave a review, and comment on the book?

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Night Attack 1/3: The final resolve!!!

"Help..." Boom...

A three-meter-tall variant orc leader squashes a human with his thick foot as it looks up to the sky and down to the camp of human fools who believe such a wooden fortress can stop his march of destruction.

Don't blame him for marching into human territory with an army of orcs and controlling monster beasts; blame the human noble who presented him with treasures and food for his people. Even though he was hesitant at first, he couldn't stop the sin of greed in his heart for the treasure, which was a peak third-rank monster core that he needed to advance.

And now that he is a rank 4 monster variant orc leaders, his reluctance has transformed into an ecstasy of power, and he has bigger dreams, which are to force humans to give him more treasures, rather than transactions. He planned to capture the human noble once he met him in order to force his noble family to give him more treasure.

Why work for others when you have the power to make others work for you, he reasoned.

He only thought this march was to give face to the human noble with whom he had a transaction, and that once he saw him, he would slaughter half of his knights and then let one escape to convey his words.

Roooaaarr... "Kill these lowly knights and bring me the human noble."

Roooaaar....

The variant orc leader threw a massive fireball with his staff at the intact tower, destroying it.

Boom...

"Where have my generals gone?

Why haven't they returned yet?" The loud voice of the variant orc leader reverberated throughout the surrounding area, causing a moment of silence on the battlefield. The crisp of burning wood was all that could be heard.

The soldiers on the front lines, including  knight  Captain  Tark  and  Zaban, were astounded by the orc leader's domineering pressure, crushing weaker soldiers and warriors to the ground.

Crreeek...

"We know his strength, but not to this level, heeh," one of the soldiers forced to kneel on the ground cried out in terror, losing his will to fight.

"I swear, bastard orc, I will kill you," another soldier swore at the orc as he watched his fellow soldier die after being stomped by the orc.

"Why did I join the front lines? I want to live, ha, ha."

The soldier's face was filled with emotion and fear, and even the left knight's will was weakening under the domineering pressure of the variant orc leader.

"Argh, cap... Captain, this is bad. Half of the soldiers are now terrified, even the knights' morale is suffering.

What should we do?"  Zaban, who was half kneeling to the ground, was also influenced by the variant orcs' power, as he stabbed his leg to shake off his fear.

"Fuck, it shouldn't be like this. It's those bastards; if they hadn't caused trouble on the battlefield, we wouldn't be in this situation, tss."  Tark  gripped his sword, fighting the pressure of the variant orc leader, as blood flowed from his nose and mouth.

Tark  was unable to choose between fighting or fleeing the battlefield. If they fight the variant orc leader to the death, it will be a one-sided slaughter because  Tark  and all the soldiers and knights who followed him have already recognized the difference in strength between them and the orc leader, but if they retreat, the city is unlikely to fall into the hands of the orc leader and become a sheep to be slaughtered as food. He was afraid to make a decision because both options had dire consequences that he couldn't bear.

"Captain  Tark, wake up!"  Zaban  yelled as he noticed his captain hesitating to make a decision, knowing what his captain was thinking.

"Zaban, are you willing to follow my orders even if it means our deaths?"  Tark  looked at  Zaban, wanting to see the resolve of his fellow knight, who had always followed him.

"You don't have to say anything, Captain.

As a knight, I joined your camp, followed, and witnessed how righteous you are as a knight; It would be my honor to die alongside you,"  Zaban  replied to the knight captain with a smile. Sure, he was a weak right-hand man, but his righteous determination was stronger than anyone else's in the camp.

When some of the knights heard their captain's and  Zaban's words, they gripped their swords and forced their bodies to stand up, vowing to stand firm and die for their families. Because their families were in the city, even if they managed to flee, their families would be forced to bear the consequences of their actions, which they could not afford.

"Captain, we'll follow you as well."

"It is our honor, captain, to die alongside you."

The knights made their decisions while bearing the brunt of the pressure while attempting to stand.

Tark  clenched his teeth and used all of his strength to help all of his knights stand by widening his shoulders and bearing the force of the variant orc leader with his body. "Pfft"

"Captain!!!" They were alarmed when they saw their knight captain vomit blood, especially  Zaban, who knew  Tark  was the one bearing all the pressure for his knights.

"Be on guard, don't worry, I can handle it. We'll all attack the variant orc, and all soldiers will support us by raining arrows on the bastard. Am I clear?"

Yes, some of the tough soldiers held bows and arrows and even rocks as they waited for the pressure to be relieved.

"Hmmmn, foolish, do you think sheep like you can beat me, the great warlock of the orc tribe?" sneered the variant orc leader at the humans determined to kill him.

"How about I join in?"

Zion appeared, putting all of his strength into helping to relieve the pressure.

Zion stared at the soldier and the other knights, smiling and nodding to them, while sending a mental message to  Tark  and the other knights through his illusion.

"Ready?"

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