Roddy had no interest in collecting the corpses of his enemies, so he left the Wolf Riders' corpses on the battlefield. The sight of severed limbs all over the ground almost made Sienna vomit again, but he forced himself to hold it in. Not only that, he even picked up a blunt knife and started chopping off the Orcs' heads with all his might.
After chopping off four heads, Sienna threw the knife away and strung the heads together with a rope. Then, he got his bearings and carefully prepared to leave the forest.
But the more Sienna walked, the more humiliated he felt. At first, he walked briskly, but then he started jogging. He only wanted to leave the forest as soon as possible so that he could carry out his plan. He swore that he would make the other party pay for everything that had happened in the past few minutes!
But not long after, he 'coincidentally' bumped into Viscount An Ru's team.
Seeing An Ru's unnatural expression, Sienna knew that this was not a coincidence. But he was too lazy to ask what An Ru had done. He waved the Orc heads in his hand and said, "Viscount An Ru, my team was attacked by the Orcs. It took us a lot of effort to fight our way out, but the forest is too dangerous now. We have to leave immediately!"
Fortunately, An Ru did not encounter any Orcs along the way. He had only come to see if Roddy was dead. But when he saw Sienna's disheveled appearance and the Orc heads in his hand, he immediately realized that something big had happened. He quickly got Sienna to wipe his face and mounted his horse. "Viscount Sienna, you are indeed the heir of the Milnor Family. Your skills are …"
Sienna was not interested in listening to An Ru's flattery. He waved his hand and said, "Let's not talk about this for now. Let's return to the city as soon as possible. My guards and Magicians have all died. We are not enough to deal with the Orcs — What the hell, why are there Orcs here?!"
He cursed the Orcs in a jumbled sentence. His demeanor calmed Viscount An Ru down. The two of them quickly fell silent and headed out of the forest, each with their own ulterior motives …
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Outside the Da Vinci Forest, the campsite of the nobles was now covered in blood.
The originally neat fence was crooked and broken on the ground. Every noble's warhorse had been chopped into pieces and was being eaten by dozens of warwolves.
The red wine and fruits prepared for the nobles were brought in front of Warlord Godard. After crushing three wooden chairs, the sturdy Beastman chose to rest on a wooden stake. His blood-stained battle axe was placed beside him, and his half-naked muscles were covered in sweat.
"Bah!"
Picking up the wine glass and taking a sip, the Overseer spat the wine on the ground and cursed. "What are these humans doing? Are they treating sour water as treasures?"
Beside the bright red wine were the corpses of more than ten noble servants. Godard did not care about the stench of blood. He picked up a few sour fruits and threw them into his mouth. After chewing a few times, he nodded in satisfaction and continued eating.
The humans in this camp had already suffered an inhumane massacre. It wasn't that there were no "survivors" among them, but the situation of these "survivors" was perhaps even worse than death. Seven or eight noble girls or young women … were currently being raped by Godard's personal guards.
Their throats had long been hoarse, but no one would feel pity for them at this time. In the eyes of the Beastmen, humans were even food, and these "playthings" obviously had no right to bargain.
The "bosom friends" who were still chatting with Catherine a few hours ago were now rolling their eyes. Some of them were even gradually losing their breath under the continuous impact. However, the beastmen riding on their bodies did not care whether the people below them were dead or alive. They only cared about venting out the desire that they had been suppressing for a long time …
This was the war between the alien races. It was cruel, cruel, and nothing else.
Godard was not very interested in this. After eating a lot of fruits, he frowned slightly at the people in front of him. He spat out a piece of fruit skin and asked, "Even now, you still have doubts about me?"
"Of course not. I'm only here to help His Majesty confirm some things."
The black-robed Beastman standing in front of Godard bowed in apology. "If I have offended you, please forgive me, Warlord."
His identity was not difficult to guess. Even Godard could clearly recognize the aura of death. The "His Majesty" he mentioned was undoubtedly "Augustine".
There was no coincidence in this sudden massacre. All the steps were carried out according to Augustine's plan like a precise clock. Godard knew that he was just a "butcher's knife" in the hands of the other party, but he did not care about being used. As long as this surprise attack was successfully completed, he would return to the grasslands with the armor and heads of countless nobles.
And with these achievements, Sauron's position would certainly not be as secure as before …
The Beastmen's style was simple and crude. It was fine to use them, but they only needed to give them certain benefits. Without the undead gathering the nobles behind them, how could he obtain such great achievements?
Even so, seeing the black-robed Beastman in front of him, Godard still felt very uncomfortable. He slowly got up and said, "What else do you need to confirm? These human nobles could not withstand a single blow. The ones I killed casually are all over there. Do you need to go and take a look? "
The towering warlord pointed to a small pile of human heads in the distance. These were not private soldiers or servants, but all famous nobles of the Kingdom of Karen.
They were still talking and laughing at the banquet yesterday, but now, only their heads were left on the grass.
"Tsk tsk, Warlord Godard is really brave."
The black-robed Orc did not stand on ceremony. He walked around the heads and looked at them, muttering to himself, "Oh, isn't this Count Bolachi? He's the one who's most afraid of death. I didn't expect him to not be able to escape …"
"Baron Panini? The dignified Lord of Pacaro was also killed. How interesting. "
Many of them were famous lords, but from today onwards, their names would be completely erased from the kingdom.
"His Majesty will remember everything you have done today. There will definitely be more resources sent to you in the future …"
He seemed to really only come to confirm these heads. After bowing slightly, he slowly retreated to the side and said no more.
The orcs who were enjoying themselves to the fullest were dashing forward on their white bodies, but the pained screams and begging for mercy just now were nowhere to be seen. Godard cast them a glance, snorted, and said, "Weak humans" before he turned around and walked towards his Warg.
"Quickly replenish your strength. We are not here to enjoy the scenery! I want to see everyone gather here before sunset, and then take down that city — "
"Yes! Warlord! "
But as soon as the reply came, a few Wolf Riders rushed out from the edge of the forest, bringing news that made Godard narrow his eyes.
"A human team killed our warriors. The teams of Zagreb, Dalta, and Murgor were all wiped out!"
"Heh … Among the humans, there are fellows who dare to resist?"
Godard was a little surprised, but his expression did not change much. If the humans were only being slaughtered one-sidedly, it would be too boring for the warlike him. So, he immediately picked up his battle axe and jumped on his wolf. "Blow the horn. Gather the nearby teams and crush them with me!"
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