My Reincarnation as a Chicken

The orcs and ogres let out yells of joy when the troll king arrived. They had been struggling to fight ever since the huge spider came about. However, Zod had managed to break its legs, felling the large creature. Now Zod had gone on top of the giant spider and was joined by Dulk, the orc king.

The East was assured of its victory as soon as the first king appeared. Now that both of their kings were present, even Krull would not need to participate anymore. They could at least now ask for mercy after prolonging the fight to this extent.

"The Kings have arrived! Plow down the West!"

"Show them what happens when you fight Krull-sama!"

"OOOOHHH!"

The ogres and orcs charged forward with intent to completely destroy the West.

The West had been happy when the giant spider had appeared and was destroying the east's soldiers, but then a red troll appeared and knocked it down. To top it off, an orc with the same power as the red troll had appeared and both were now engaged in combat with the spider king.

Most of the insects that could fly left the ground and went to the giant spider, and now the East was charging with more vigor than before. All goblins were frozen in place and simply being cut down. The West was doomed and they knew it. This was the thought, until a dark wave spread through the battlefield and majority of the orcs, ogres and rat men collapsed on the floor.

A single body floated above the earth. This was Oda, glowing faintly with a dark purple aura. She slowly descended to the ground and her eyes snapped open. She looked at her body as if she was admiring it and flexed her fingers to feel them. A smirk appeared on her face as she let out an excited, cool comment.

"HAHAHAHA! Finally… My resurrection~"

The Tak leader looked at the Wicked Witch of the West. In Oda's body, her eyes were pitch black with cracks forming on the edges. Her hair turned grey quick and a dark purple miasma rolled off of her body.

"Hehe… I-I did not expect you to be back so soon."

She said and the Witch glanced at her. She cocked her head and shrugged.

"I know not who you may be, but you possess potential. Though, this body is weak you still possessed enough strength to stand in my presence. You shall be my apprentice from now on."

The Witch commented and the old hob-goblin was shocked. So shocked she was left speechless. The Witch looked around the battlefield.

"Hmm, so there is an ongoing war? But from the scale of damage, this is barely a turf battle. A tournament of sorts? But creatures are dying so easily. And the match ups are unbalanced. This will be a pathetic defeat on the side of the weak creatures. Oh? I sense kings playing about here as well. And is this… a tyrant I see? Two? Oh my… and what do we have flying up in the sky watching? This… it can't possibly be… Hahaha! Two decades of sleep and I miss the unfolding of all of these events? Truly a shame. But I guess-"

"Oi! Oda! Get your damned head out of the clouds. Can you not see that Gorm is about to die?"

The Tak leader shouted, pointing to a struggling Gorm whose mind was being ridden with pain.

"Huh? Are you referring to me?"

The Witch asked.

"No, not you! You be quiet! I'm talking about you, Oda! Come out here, now! I did not waste my time raising a genius for her to die like this. Who do you think my damned heir will be?"

The Witch looked at the old hob-goblin, cocked her head in confusion and after finally understanding the situation, she smiled. She slowly approached the hob-goblin.

"I see, I see. You are assuming that, this "Oda" is still alive. And I see through why you want her to be alive. You want to make her come to life so you can then kill her and prevent my resurrection like you wanted to earlier, no?"

The Witch was already at the old hob-goblin's side at this point. The Witch lifted her chin up so they could look at an equal eye level. The Tak leader was scared to point of half-death after gazing into the abyss that was her eyes. The Witch craned towards the goblin's ear and whispered,

"You see, the spell I used was one that would only allow my proper resurrection once the soul of a compatible body had truly disappeared. So, do you know what this means?"

The Witch withdrew and let the old one fall on the ground weakly, as whatever resistance she had disappeared. She cackled maniacally and looked to the sky.

"I am back! I, the great and venerable, Dark Witch Zatana, has returned for good!"

Her [Dark Lightning] magic began to crackle all about her as she went on a rampage. She just shot random bolts everywhere. Just sending the orcs, ogres, rat men and others flying without a care. If that body ran out of mana, she would just call on Dark spirits to help her. In the first place, she normally never used her own mana for her spells.

"H-Hey… You… Bastard… C-Can… You… move?"

Two goblins next to each other just laid on the ground, their faces lying flat. They were the ones had asked Hinotori for her blessings the night before.

"N-No."

"T-Then… Get… Up! We… will… all… die… if… no… one… moves!"

"It… is…. Not…. My…. Fault…"

"Your… body… feels… heavy… too?"

"Y-Yeah."

The goblin's eye glinted as a thought passed through his brain.

'I-Is this it? Is this when the Warrior is weakened in his epic journey? If that's the case, the warrior must push through this, right? So I simply need to push through this and I would be better than ever! I will be able to win this and then, Gorm will be proud of me! AAAAGGHHHHH!!! PUSH THROUGH!'

He roared internally as he willed his body to move. Veins popped all around his body and it felt like doing so would just end up causing his body to snap in half, but he still tried. He did his best for what felt like hours. Without relaxing or giving himself a breather, he pushed forward, something the average goblin would never do.

After a while, he managed to stand, but what was thoroughly beat up and exhausted. Though, now, he couldn't feel the weakening effects anymore. Just his aching body. He looked at the goblin next to him.

"You, huff, huff, you should move too."

The goblin helped the other get up and the other goblin moved towards the coming army.

"What… are… you… doing? How… did… you… stand?"

"It is because… because I am a warrior!"

He exclaimed. He had sealed the image of being a warrior into his head and now it would be hard to make him think otherwise.

"Ah? Good… for… you..."

"Eh… now your turn."

"Keke… you… are… some… other… kind… of… stupid."

He then looked at the hob-goblins who were still fighting. Although it was left with only two of them still standing – barely. They were the leaders of Zamp and Stamp, the last people anyone would have assumed would be up for so long.

The Stamp leader just cackled and his partner clicked his tongue. Both were the weakest hob-goblins, yet they managed to survive? Was this a message telling them that they were doomed? All around them, they could only see chaos and deaths. The Wicked Witch's rampage was vicious, not caring about any one. She simply struck down everything in sight.

Still, she would have to run out of mana soon and when that happened, at least she would have reduced all sides to the point where the east would be forced to go back. And if she took charge, not even the ogre tyrant would just waltz in to try to take over her territory. An S-Class party was the one to deal the final blow to the mad witch and an S-Class party wouldn't have any problem dealing with a tyrant. The only problem would be the number of S-Class parties in existence.

"Kekekeke! So either way, the West gets to be protected! Keke, after this, we just have to kill the Wicked Witch."

"Indeed, but please do not make it sound so easy."

"What are you two talking about? My reward senses are telling me that I'll get something sweet after this. I know for sure that I'm not dying today."

"Hahaha! Then I guess your supposed 'reward senses' need a check-up."

"Kukuku… My senses have never been wrong before!"

From their conversation and tone, one wouldn't imagine that they were battered up, suffering from several broken bones and internal injuries and on the verge of death.

"Let us earn a tale that will be passes down for generations to come."

Gorm's disciple balled his hands into fist after observing the display. This was it! This was what being a true warrior was like. Grinning and laughing in the face of danger. Braving the unknown and conquering it. An adventurer of the highest caliber.

"I! I wish to help!"

He yelled at them. The two hob-goblins noticed. They all had their various reactions to him, but one thing was certain. They were glad he could move.

"Ha! Only three of us, then? Shall we?"

The Stamp leader said, sounding heroic unlike his usual perverted creepy tone.

"Yes!"

The two responded with all their hearts, glaring at the witch.

There were a total of seventy ogres and sixty orcs still remaining. The ogres lost most of their allies to the water pillar attack, and the rest were done in by the massive spider. Now, the East that was once three hundred and seventy-five strong, was now one hundred and thirty strong. Such a blow was unexpected. Surely, they had underestimated their foes, but they could make up for that. They just needed to demolish them.

Just as an orc was about to cut down the weakest looking member, a goblin wearing only rags, he heard something that made him pause in his tracks. It sounded like a howl. No, he knew that it was a howl but he didn't want to believe it. In fact, it made the entire East stop and they looked towards a hill to the south.

"N-No way."

"T-They actually had more!? Other than the witch?!"

"Timber wolves at that!"

Standing on the hills, looking down on the battlefield valiantly, the furry hunters of the night bared their yellow fangs. Claws sharper than steel and glares deadlier than daggers. The sixty timber wolves of the Solaria Clan descended and the whole land turned into one of absolute chaos.

"Show them the might of the Timber Wolves!"

A timber wolf with mid-night black fur and a scar over his left eye ordered and the others obeyed to the letter. They showed the East the true terror of a pack of C rank monsters. Whatever chance the east had now, had completely disappeared. For sure, all their members present would die today. As if the sixty timber wolves were not enough, the ground began to sink and shake and this caused all the races present to look. A rat man emerged from the huge hole, and he raised a rusty sword to the sky. He was the leader of the rat men.

The East looked confused when they saw the lone rat man. In fact, everyone was confused, but then

"Rat Men! Charge!"

At the command, hundreds of rat men emerged from the hole behind him and ran towards the East like a tidal wave.

"H-How!?"

"Surprise after surprise!"

The ogres and orcs cried out in terror.

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