You're the one with the superficial knowledge.

　Somewhat awkwardly, a common continental language could be heard.
　At the same time, a dark-skinned orc wearing a red helmet and blue armor and lightly holding a martial two-handed sword in one hand emerged from inside the city.
　It was nearly two meters tall, not sluggish like other Orcs, but with prolific, well-trained muscles.

''Ho, an orc general?''

　Only orc lords, orc generals, or rare higher level monsters such as orc mages and orc priests have bodies that are distinct from normal orcs and have the intelligence to speak human language.
　The orc in front of him could be easily identified as he was obviously a warrior.
　Was the Orc General a distinct entity from a mere Orc, and would it be on par with a fourth level adventurer party in one piece?

''That's right. It's Cliff, one of the generals in the service of the Honorable King Milch.

　Giselhair's expression twisted when he heard Cliff's name.

He said, "I didn't know that the name holder (naming) had even created a King ...... group harm (Uber). ...... How long have the guys in the holy country been neglecting it?　Or blunder upon blunder: ......

　Naming conventions are created when a certain number of demons have grown to the point where they are organized and need to be identified as individuals.
　Because they only give each other names, they are less threatening than the "gefalen" that humans give them.
　However, the overall threat level is much higher.
　It is a sign that they are getting closer to humans, not only in terms of intelligence but also in terms of organization.
　Incidentally, there are three levels of threat to the Ueber, from the bottom to the bottom: Army (Toruppe), City (Stadt), and State (Schmidt).
　The army is the level of building up an army, while cities and states are literally building up demon cities and states.
　A city can become an extinction crisis for a country if it's dealt with incorrectly, and a nation can literally be destroyed and then a demon nation is created.

These guys are a [City (Stadt)] class no matter what you think: ......

　Cliff, who misinterpreted Giselhair's shabby expression as a sign that he had just realized his own stupidity, was triumphant.

"It's too late to realize your stupidity now. Humans must die!

　Cliff raised his strong left arm upwards and swung it down with great vigor.
　At the same time, the goblins and orcs rushed out in unison toward Giselhair.
　He sighed as he was shown an orderly advance, not a haphazard assault, but the orderly advance of a trained army.

'How much damage has been done: ......

　He thought of the number of victims the demons had taken before they grew into the City (Stadt) class.
　They didn't just scoot off into a horde, as Cliff had misunderstood on his own.
　Numbers or order, the swarm was just a target for Giselhair, no matter how numerous or orderly it was.

'I suppose we'll have to do some prep work first,'

　He holds up his bow, converts his magic power into arrows and releases them.
　A few arrows are released at the same time, and then they split into more than a thousand at once, crushing the heads of the rushing goblins and orcs.
　This is what makes arrows made with magic power superior.
　This is because no matter how good an arrow is, it is impossible to release more than a thousand at a time.

''Nah, what the hell .......''

　After losing half of his allies in an instant, Cliff was immensely disappointed.
　To the Orc General, a single human was supposed to be nothing more than a living toy that cried and ran around, begging for its life, and torture and kill until it got bored.
　However, the archers in front of him showed strength beyond the norm.
　If Cliff were just an ordinary orc, he would lose the will to fight and run away, but he is an orc-general with wisdom.
　He judged that a formidable and powerful enemy had appeared for them and called for help from the city.

''Send out a rescue call!　It's out of our hands.　

　About fifty goblins near Cliff rushed into the city, which was a blessing in disguise.
　Giselhair watched them in silence, giving Cliff the benefit of the doubt.

'Why aren't you doing anything?'

　Cliff's voice was trembling with fear, but Giselhair did not laugh.
　It was quick, even though he was a demon, that he was able to maintain his reasoning while facing an opponent who was stronger than he was.
　He appreciated it in a different way than his feelings of liking and disliking.

''Why?　You'll be annihilated anyway. If you want to flee the city, but if you want to seek help for the city, there is no reason to stop you.

"Oh, don't get cocky: ...... You're certainly stronger than us, but our King is far stronger than us! But our King is vastly stronger than us!

　Cliff was strong enough to try to calm his own fears.
　Still, the trembling in his voice didn't stop.

'I suppose,'

　Giselhair reacts with disinterest.
　If I were to put a pecking order on strength, it would be the Ogre King, the Ogre Lord, and the Ogre General.
　The Ogre King can probably only be beaten by a second level adventurer party, and the Ogre Lords and Ogre Generals would have to be a third level adventurer party to be mindful of them.
　The tricky part is that they're well-controlled and wise, so depending on the situation, they'd even need to call in the first level adventurers.
　Even those first-class adventurers would have a very hard time defeating the Ogre King while fighting an army of tens of thousands of ogres, orcs and goblins.
　It was a great decision for the Emperor to suddenly throw in the Eight Divine Brilliance, albeit in a consequential way.
　Giselhair understands that, and that's why he's planning to smash the Ogre King's city here and now.

'You've come.'

　A superhuman sense of Yagami Akira-like senses sensed that a group of over ten thousand of the deadly force was approaching in his direction.
　Standing at the head of the ogre generals, clad in iron armor, holding swords and spears, and ogre lords with staffs and dressed like vestments, is an ogre even a head taller than Cliff, with a hulking body, pure white skin and black eyes like darkness, clad in silver armor.
　As soon as he saw the white ogre, Cliff knelt down on the spot and rubbed his head on the ground.

'You're King Milch and all that,'

　King Milch nodded gravely at Giselhair's murmur and released a stern word.

'Yes. Yes, poor little worm that rests on my greatness! 'Yes, poor little worm, I am the great one,' he says. I will engrave it with mercy.

　He struggled to stifle a laugh at King Milch's words.

'You're imitating a human, ogre?'

　Hearing his statement, King Milch's cronies flew into a killing spree, but our King was unperturbed.
　Perhaps that's why Giselhair was willing to say his name.

''One of the Eight Divine Brilliance of the Empire is Giselhair.

　King Milch grinned at the mention of his name.

''I know who you are. I know you, Yagami no Mizuage, the weakest archer.

Oh, you've been collecting information.

　Giselhair raises his vigilance a bit.
　Although the eight divine lights of the empire are well known in the human nation, it is unnatural for the demons to know about them.
　It's hard to underestimate the fact that they not only attack and overrun human settlements, but also gather information.

I'm sure you'll find that the archers are the only way to go. I'm sure they're not too bad if they can't take on Cliff, but that's about as good as it gets.

　Milch chuckled and declared, "The hubris of being a lone gunman, this Milch will make you regret it.

The hubris of being a lone gunman, I'm going to make you regret it. And eventually, I'll take the Empire with me.

As long as Bartholomew is around, you'll never make it.

　Giselhair replied with a heart to teach things to an infant who knew nothing.
　Even the demon marshal is no match for Val, and the ogre on earth is no match for him.

You know firsthand whether it's impossible or not!

　Milch barked up.