Divine Glitch: I Regressed With Endgame Knowledge
Chapter 63: Flip the Battlefield!

Chapter 63: Flip the Battlefield!

After sacrificing hundreds of cannon fodder, the Orc players had finally breached human-controlled territory.

From the chatter on the forums, they’d learned the human players were still idly circling the Guardian, too hesitant to make a move—let alone secure the first kill.

Ryan was already aware of the Orc players’ progress. He glanced at the noisy crowd milling around the Guardian and let out a quiet sigh.

In his previous life, the major races had cleared this dungeon at roughly the same pace. This time, thanks to his influence, the humans had pulled far ahead.

That early lead had lifted morale among the human player base, but it had also caused a shift. The top guilds and strongest solo players had already accepted their mainline quests and moved on to the racial heartland. What remained were mostly smaller guilds and lower-tier solo players.

Compared to the elite Orc forces led by the Ironblood Covenant, the gap was glaring.

Ryan frowned, uneasy. It was only a matter of time before the humans were completely outmatched in Blood Gorge. With most of the elite players gone, they wouldn’t be able to hold the line.

A shout rang out from somewhere in the distance. "The Orcs are here! Let’s take them out first!"

Heads turned in unison. Sure enough, a few hundred Orc players were charging straight toward the crowd, weapons gleaming in the sunlight.

The human players froze for a beat—then erupted in laughter and disbelief.

Are they serious? There were over a thousand of us. And they still dared to attack? Have they gone mad?

Fueled by confidence and adrenaline, a chunk of the human crowd surged forward, weapons raised, eager to wipe out the smaller force.

But the charge was a disaster.

The Orcs were prepared. Their frontline held strong, bolstered by constant healing from the backline Shamans. Meanwhile, the human assault—reckless and disorganized—crumbled almost instantly. Within minutes, they were forced into retreat.

The aftermath was brutal.

Dozens of human players lay sprawled in the dirt, while the Orcs had only suffered minor losses.

Ryan’s eyes narrowed. The enemy formation was tight, well-structured. The frontline warriors soaked up damage and held aggro. Hunters and their beasts focused fire on key human players. And woven throughout the formation were Shamans, placing totems that shimmered with buffs.

Behind them, Orc Warlocks lounged confidently while their demonic minions skittered around, taunting the human side with eerie, gleeful sounds.

In contrast, the humans were a mess—lacking coordination, leadership, and basic strategy.

"The Orc Rogues are missing," Moonlight Beauty said over party chat. Her voice was low, tense. "They’re probably in stealth, circling around to hit our Priests."

Ryan glanced around. She was right—no sign of the Rogues.

"Everyone stay sharp! Watch for Orc Rogues!" one of the human guild officers shouted.

"All Hunters, scan your surroundings!" another added.

But the regional chat was a flood of noise—complaints, panic, calls for help—and no one seemed to be listening. The chaos was growing by the second, and Ryan was starting to rethink staying in the fight.

"This isn’t the time," he muttered. "Let’s pull back."

He grabbed Moonlight Beauty’s arm, gently steering her away from the main crowd as they retreated toward the rear.

She gave him a look—mildly annoyed, clearly not eager to back down—but followed him anyway.

Ryan spoke calmly as they moved. "The humans have the numbers, but no coordination. We’re leaderless. Even with a two-to-one advantage, we’re getting rolled because we’re all fighting our own battles."

He gave her a sidelong glance. "Sure, you don’t have to worry about stamina like some of these other players. But throwing yourself into a losing fight isn’t bravery—it’s wasted effort."

Moonlight Beauty didn’t reply immediately, but the irritation on her face softened.

Ryan continued, "Let’s try something smarter. If we can gather a small team and get behind the Orc lines, maybe we can take out their commander. Throw off their rhythm, mess up their formation."

He looked out across the field, eyes narrowing at the distant silhouettes moving with purpose and precision.

"We might not be able to win this fight head-on—but we can still turn it into a mess they’ll remember."

As soon as Ryan finished speaking, he led Moonlight Beauty toward the rear edge of the battlefield. Around them, a handful of human players—already sensing the tide turning—were quietly slipping away into the distance.

"Cowards," Moonlight Beauty muttered with a scowl. "If they’re running now, what’s stopping them from running forever?"

Ryan scratched his nose awkwardly. He was, after all, doing the exact same thing—just with more strategic intent.

The human front lines, weakened and demoralized, continued to give ground. And the moment the Orcs caught wind of the retreat, they surged forward with renewed confidence.

The humans at the front, overwhelmed by the Orcs’ relentless advance, had no choice but to fall back. Those stationed at the rear weren’t happy to see the retreating tide push toward them—but without coordination, there was no stopping it. In fact, the rear guard now found themselves unintentionally pushed into the front.

From a bird’s-eye view, the irony was almost laughable: a force of only a few hundred was steadily driving back a disorganized army twice its size.

It wasn’t because the Orcs were stronger. It was because the humans had no structure—no chain of command, no shared strategy. Just noise and panic.

Then, Ironblood Warlord made his move.

A single command cut through the Ironblood Covenant’s voice channels like a blade. At once, his elite units roared into motion, storming the center of the human force.

Their Warriors, shouting in guttural Orcish, charged in first, crashing into the front lines with terrifying force. Hunters followed, unleashing their beasts in coordinated strikes. Shamans stood ready behind them, watching health bars and casting heals with ruthless efficiency.

Moments later, Rogue players shimmered into view, emerging from stealth just long enough to gut Priests and Paladins caught without protection. Then they vanished again, shadows dancing between corpses.

The battlefield turned into chaos. Warlocks unleashed their demonic minions with gleeful abandon, while casting curses and debuffs on the humans’ tanks—Protection Paladins and tough warriors struggling to hold the line.

Ironblood Warlord’s orders moved through team chats with surgical precision. Every unit knew their role. Every flank supported the others.

The humans? They crumbled.

Within minutes, over a hundred human players had fallen. In return, they’d only managed to kill a dozen Orcs.

Some of the more timid players began fleeing outright. The Orcs didn’t even bother chasing them. Their attention stayed locked on the clumps of human players still trying to stand their ground.

Small teams, scattered squads, lone players clinging together for survival—none of them stood a chance. One by one, they were picked apart. The Orc players, organized and relentless, could practically taste victory.

By now, the battlefield had narrowed. The Orcs were gradually tightening the net, closing in for the final blow.

High above, on a ridge overlooking the fight, Ryan stood with Moonlight Beauty and a handful of others. They watched the scene unfold, powerless to intervene.

Ryan exhaled slowly, voice heavy. "The difference is too big. Without a leader, they’re just... flailing. Headless chickens."

Moonlight Beauty didn’t argue. Her lips pressed into a frustrated pout as her eyes followed the chaotic retreat below.

Then—suddenly, the battlefield shifted.

A single arrow arced through the air, released from a human Hunter backed into a corner. Bloodied and on the brink of death, the Hunter screamed into the fray.

"You bastard! If I’m going down, I’m taking someone with me!"

The arrow didn’t strike an Orc.

It flew past the lines entirely, the Guardian who had been wandering lazily at the edge of the battlefield, suddenly took the hit square in the side.