Camilla slowly raised her head. After confirming that no one was paying attention to her, she crawled up from the cold ground. Ignoring the snow and mud on her body, she arched her body and retreated backward.
On the surface of her body, a layer of camouflage film was quietly disintegrating. It was this spell known as the "Camouflage Boundary" that allowed Camilla to avoid the Necromancer's targeting and prying eyes, allowing her to safely retreat from the battlefield.
It wasn't that Camilla couldn't defeat the Necromancer. She swallowed her anger now because the "Holy Assembly" had stipulated that members were not allowed to interfere in the battle of any unrelated forces … So even if the Necromancer almost killed Camilla, she couldn't take revenge on him because of personal grudges.
No matter if you felt wronged or angry, the coldness of this rule could not be resisted. Camilla had experienced this for twelve years and had long lost any thoughts of resistance.
Not long after, Camilla safely returned to where her teammates were. Because of the battle just now, she looked very disheveled, but when she reported what she had just seen in a low voice, no one greeted her, not even a word. Captain Speck even glanced at her coldly and said stiffly, "Continue to lead the way."
Although she knew that this would be the result, Camilla still frowned slightly. She wanted to speak, but thinking of her daughter that she might never see again, she clenched her fists and tried to take a deep breath before closing her mouth. Regardless of whether this was a journey of no return, as a mother, she was willing to endure any grievances if she could have a little more hope of reuniting with her daughter …
The battle in the distance had reached its climax. The members of the "Holy Assembly" could even see the human cavalry fleeing on the horizon.
"The battle of mortals is always so boring."
Speck disdainfully reached out to take out a unique crystal disc. She looked down at it and said, "The energy of the Elsen Boundary is approaching the critical point. We need to hurry up, Camilla, you-"
"I know what to do."
She raised her hand and tucked her slightly messy hair behind her ear. She stopped Speck's words in her mouth and walked forward.
*****
At the same time, Roddy and Sodelor were deeply frowning because of the urgent battle report from the scouts.
"Orcs? Why are there orcs? "
"Sir Baron, those Orcs are very strong. The one in the lead — To be honest, I think it's even stronger than the Wellington Knights. The cavalry and infantry of Sola Outpost can't stop it at all. As for those undead knights and necromancers … "
The scout's description made Sodelor fall into deep thought. Roddy paced back and forth at the side, his voice slightly angry. "Where did these demons and monsters come from …"
Roddy wouldn't be so annoyed that his plan was disrupted. The "choice" in front of him was the real problem.
Logically speaking, when Sola Outpost's troops were attacked, they couldn't just watch as Duke's private army was besieged. But war was not a battle of words. If they rushed forward now, they had to be mentally prepared for the possibility that their whole army would suffer a "heavy blow"...
Roddy believed in the combat power of the 60 cavalrymen, but he couldn't believe in the more than 100 squires... Although he seemed to have an army of nearly 200 soldiers, could these new recruits really stand firm in front of the ferocious Orcs and the undead if they really fought?
Even if they could win, the losses would definitely not be small. If he threw away a few trump cards and crippled half of his soldiers before going to Elson, how could he carry out his plan to seize the city?
"Damn it!"
He couldn't help but curse. If he didn't send reinforcements, the soldiers of Sola Outpost would definitely die. If he sent reinforcements, he would probably suffer more losses.
Most importantly, no matter which option he chose, many people would die.
Roddy turned his gaze to Sodelor, but then he looked away. He wouldn't ask for other people's opinions on such a problem. He didn't want blind obedience, but the real choice in his heart.
After all, Roddy, who was only 27 years old, was not mature. He was originally a homebody, and he didn't have the "No Doubts" or "Know Destiny". According to the classification, he was still an "idealist" — to save this country, to save the woman he loved. He had always been fighting for this goal.
But no matter how "idealistic" he was, he would eventually hit a wall in the face of reality and compromise. When a difficult problem appeared in front of him without warning, Roddy hesitated for the first time.
Sodelor didn't say anything, but he unconsciously clenched his fists.
Carter, Ruger, Akasha, Natha, and all the other cavalrymen and squires heard the news just now. They stood up and looked at the young man who had led them out of the sea of blood, waiting for his decision.
While countless pros and cons and countless deductions lingered in his mind, Roddy stopped but didn't say anything. He just slowly exhaled, took out a silver coin from his pocket, and flicked it into the sky.
The silver coin floated in the air for a second, and Roddy closed his eyes.
The next moment, he suddenly pulled out his dagger and cut the silver coin that had yet to fall to the ground into pieces.
Leave it to fate? Roddy never had such a thought — because the moment the silver fragment broke, he had already made a final decision.
*****
"Retreat! Retreat! "
Hanks suddenly leaned to the side, dodging the longsword of an Undead Knight, and then shouted to the troops in front of him, "Infantry, cover the rear! Cavalry, break out! Break out! "
The Undead and Orcs didn't need captives. This wasn't a human infighting. If they gave up now, it meant that the infantry left behind would definitely die. But Hanks really didn't have a choice … Fight? He couldn't fight at all! The Orc Wolf Riders' charge was ten times more ferocious because of the terrifying guy with the battle axe. His own cavalry pressed forward like a wave, but the other party cut open a path!
This was a peerless general, perhaps even Wellington and Knight Titus couldn't compare to him!
If it was just the Orcs, then it would be fine. At least he still had reserve troops to fight. But … what was with the large number of Undead Knights and skeletons that suddenly appeared on the side? What was with the black smoke and bone spears flying everywhere? What was going on with the dead Orcs and humans standing up and killing their own people?
All these sudden accidents made Hanks understand … that he was completely screwed this time.
His desperate shouting finally got some response, and the surviving knights began to run with his pace. There were still 30 to 40 knights gathering, but the Necromancer was still following behind. He directly led more than 40 Undead Knights and a large number of running skeletons, completely showing an attitude of wanting to kill them all …
"Run! Run to the forest! "
The cold wind chilled his bones, and his whole body was cold. Hanks never thought that his first battle at the border might be the last battle of his life.
The human cavalry and the Undead troops left the main battlefield one after another, and the Orcs, whether infantry or Wolf Riders, did not have the physical strength to chase. The remaining humans on the battlefield either died and turned into zombies, or began to flee in all directions —
"Stop! Everyone gather! Hurry up! "
Sauron and his mount were dyed dark red with blood. Although he had 'won', he was not in a good mood at all — the appearance of the group of Undead really caught him off guard, so much so that he still did not understand the fact that he was' used by the Undead '.
The Orcs had never been on good terms with the Undead. If the Undead didn't retreat with the human cavalry, he would definitely fight them to the end.
But now was not the time to worry about how many people he had killed. Sauron was very clear about the meaning of 'war' — he came here not to destroy Hanks' troops, but for the food and supplies of Sola Outpost!
"Follow me! Hurry! "
Thinking about the defenseless Sola Outpost, Sauron had a bad feeling in his heart. But when he brought his team to the outpost, the 'bone spears' and arrows that flew down from the tower immediately made him feel cold all over …
The outpost was actually taken over by the Undead without a sound!
He really wanted to attack right now, but when he saw the shadows behind the wooden walls and the mages on the towers with staffs in their hands, Solon understood that his troops, which had just experienced a bloody battle, did not have the physical strength to attack. If he rushed up now, it would be no different from suicide.
"Damn it!"
Sauron cursed, but he did not give up — he pulled the reins of his mount wolf, turned around, and led his team out of the attacking range of the Undead. After using witchcraft to restore the physical strength of the remaining Orcs and heal their wounds, they quickly disappeared into the nearby wilderness …
*****
"Lord Baron, Sola Outpost has been captured, the Orcs have retreated, and the remaining human troops are being pursued by Mage Karl … Everything is going according to your plan."
At the foot of Gondola Mountain, Belorm who was listening to the report of his subordinate had a reserved expression. He nodded and said, "Those green-skinned beasts haven't been cleaned up?"
The Orcs did not like the Undead, and the Undead were even more disgusted with these 'smelly barbarians', especially the nobles of the Undead. In Belorm's eyes, perhaps this group of trash should feel 'honored' to be used by him.
"According to the report … the overall strength of the Orcs is better than expected. They did not suffer many losses in the battle, so Mage Karl did not draw the fire of war to them … But in front of the defense of Sola Outpost, they chose to escape."
"Heh."
Belorm was a little annoyed by the topic of 'Orcs'. He waved his hand and asked, "Why is Nielson not back yet?"
Nielson was the necromancer who caused the avalanche in Mount Kars. Logically speaking, he should have returned here long ago, but there had been no news from him since he voluntarily replied to the report. It was unknown whether it was because of the heavy snow or something else.
The soldier could not answer his question. Belorm was in a good mood, so he did not feel embarrassed. After slightly clenching his pale fingers, he said aloud, "I will inspect Sola Outpost in the afternoon. Pass my order to all the soldiers to prepare to move. After being exposed to the wind for so long on this hillside, it's time to find a place to rest. "
Belorm slowly stood up and stretched his seemingly thin body that contained infinite strength. He continued to say, "His Majesty Augustine pays close attention to this place, so … Tonight, we will station at Sola Outpost. Tomorrow, we will advance to Elson!"
[Note: This chapter contains 3100 words. The following words will not be charged.]
1。 At the end of the previous chapter, there is one thing that needs to be corrected: the necromancer should be leading the undead knights to the battlefield, while the skeleton soldiers should be advancing to Sola Outpost. These two things were written the opposite way. I did not notice it at the time because I was in a hurry to upload the chapter last night. It was only when I saw it today that I corrected it.
2。 This chapter is about Roddy's choices. Some people may think that it is' shallow ', but I think this is a very important chapter. Every path is chosen by oneself. If one chooses to be lazy, he will be useless. If one chooses to be diligent, he will be skilled. Choose to resist, choose to compromise. Every day, people make choices, and so does Roddy. He is still young, and his personality is not set. The unfamiliar world and environment are constantly changing him. At the beginning of the book, he has low EQ, OCD, and can even be described as chuunibyou. He seems to be omnipotent, but in fact, he is always uneasy.
Therefore, I want the readers to guess and think: after experiencing countless choices, what will happen to his personality? At the end of the book, what kind of person will he become?
For me, the real joy of writing is that I can see the growth of my characters. I am growing, and so is he. This is the reason why I never get tired of writing.
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