Jeff had confirmed Oliver's hypothesis by spotting 250 plus heat signals using the infrared detector present in his upgraded's sniper rifle's scope.

Oliver's initial reaction was to ask Lena to order her normal soldiers to evacuate the civilians, while her knights would help in blocking the orcs.

It was at this moment that Grace chimed in.

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'Hmm, what do you mean?'

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'Sigh... Grace I love you a lot. I really needed to hear that.'

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Oliver glanced at the timer ticking in his peripheral vision.

'52:16... Well, let's get this job done.'

"Mother hold your soldiers and knights around the castle. Don't let them get near the forest, well that old man can come if he wants. Valkyrja members head up to the roof near Jeff and observe what is about to happen next. Romano, you are in charge of protecting my mother, Emily, and Ashely."

With that said Oliver jumped on to the roof and quickly reached Jeff's position.

"Jeff, I will be going in the forest to hunt the orcs. Only shoot those that try to ignore me and attack the village."

"Be safe, big boss! You can leave the safety of our group to me."

Oliver gave a quick nod, summoned his Decapitation armour, pulled out his machetes and started dashing towards his enemies. Due to his enhanced physique, he heard a few gasps of surprise and disbelief coming from behind him. But he was more focused on choosing his first target.

As soon as he entered the forest, the first thing that Oliver noticed was that there were no shamans present. The second thing he noticed was that they were as weak as he had expected.

'There are only 13 raiders present. Damn! I was expecting a bit more of them. My precious SVPs!'

Oliver got over the feeling of disappointment very quick and decided that it would be best to eliminate the Raiders first, as their mobility could be quite an annoyance if left alone.

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Among a certain dense patch of woods.

"Chief! A shiny piece of metal is coming towards us at a very fast face." A bald green orc reported this to a slightly lager bald green orch with a massive beard full of colourful ring like decorations.

The chief gently caressed the fur of the brown wolf he was sitting on and mused to himself, "Did these stupid humans figure out that we are hiding here? But how can that be, after all these creatures are pretty stupid and weak!"

The smaller green orc gave a nod of understanding and said, "Right chief! They can't even make a proper battle cry. Their roar sounds more like a squeak that comes out of an orc's mouth when someone hit them in their nutsacks. I don't understand why we have to be so secretive about capturing these creatures. Chief alone could kill all their best warriors with a flick of his wrist."

The Chief gave him the look. It was the look all corporate slaves were very familiar with. 'Continue licking my boot as you are right now, and you will get a raise pretty soon.'

"Although you are right, the great Gul'dan must have his own reasons. Forget about that though! Tell me what is that weird metal thing running in our direction at such a high speed? It doesn't look similar to our usual captives at all."

The smaller orc licked his lips in a weird manner and said, "But doesn't it look very similar to an orc in its body structure?"

"Oh, now that you mention it, I can see the resemblance." The orc Chief waved his hands towards his subordinate and said, "Go and bring me that thing alive!"

All the orcs present gave a roar of excitement and started rushing towards the metal armour, which was rushing towards them.

The 12 raiders were leading the charge. The metal armour had clearly noticed them and turned towards the leftmost raider.

With a single slash, he disabled the front legs of the grey wolf. This led to the orc riding it flying through the air. He wasn't given any respite though. The amour jumped under him and gave a deep slash at his mid-section. Although the orc wasn't divided into two, it didn't mean the attack wasn't fatal.

"Chief! His organs are falling out of his body. That is so weird."

"It is indeed weird, but don't you think it is quite a blood boiling scene. It has put me in a great mood for the upcoming battle. I will wait for five more minutes. If no one manages to capture him then I will go on the stage myself."

The smaller orc licked his lips in a weird manner again and said, "Although the clan warriors aren't as powerful and as smart as the great Chief, they should be able to complete a task of this calibre without the great Chief's help."

The orc Chief's chest seemed to have increased ten inches in size after hearing that.

"Muhahahaha, Of course, they are the warriors of the great Grike Wildhammer's clan! They can easily do something as easy as this!"

By this time the moving armour had managed to kill three more raider orcs. But just as it was about to hit its fifth target one of the grunts managed to hold onto its leg long enough for a nearby raider to land a heavy hit on its left arm.

The raider who had hit the armour was looking at the half-inch long piece of metal stuck in his palm with confused curiosity.

It was at this moment that a scream of an untold amount of grief resounded out through the whole Wessex. It sounded suspiciously similar to, "MY.FUCKING.ARMOUR."

In the coming years, common parents of Wessex would frequently use the, aptly named, Bells of Hell to make their kids do things they didn't want to do... like taking out the trash.