In the spring of the twenty-first year of the San Calendar, Emperor Elliot VIII of the Crete Empire passed away at the age of forty-two. Because all of his heirs had died in the previous rebellion, Duke Vortigen, who had the right to inherit the throne, took over his brother's crown and became the new emperor of the Crete Empire.
Soon after, a coalition army formed by the Church of Light and the Crete Empire, led by the head of the Knights of Light, Charles, declared war on the Kingdom of Menkaure. Nearly eighty thousand cavalrymen and a hundred thousand conscripts crossed the Red River Plains and launched a surprise attack on the Kingdom of Menkaure. The Kingdom of Menkaure was completely unprepared.
Because the Crete Empire's army was adept at attacking, while the Kingdom of Menkaure's orcs were not adept at defending, the human coalition army quickly invaded the interior of the Kingdom of Menkaure. In an instant, the Kingdom of Menkaure was covered in the smoke of war.
In addition to the regular army, the majority of the coalition army was made up of nobles' conscripts and retainer knights. Apart from the conscription of the Church of Light and the Emperor, these people had participated in the war to plunder. Moreover, they didn't have much food on them, so they had to fight to sustain themselves. Their desire to plunder was also a guarantee of their morale and combat effectiveness.
Wherever the army passed, corpses littered the ground. The human army was reduced to bandits who burned, killed, and looted. Sometimes, there was no difference between soldiers and bandits, not to mention that they were facing the Mutated Race. They slaughtered their way through the army, filling their pockets to the brim. The entire Kingdom of Menkaure was in a state of anguish and bloodshed.
The king and nobles of the Kingdom of Menkaure hadn't expected that the Crete Empire, which had been in a precarious situation, would so quickly stabilize. Not only that, but it had also formed an alliance with the Church of Light to wage war against them. As the war progressed, the nobles fell into a state of panic.
The Kingdom of Menkaure hastily gathered an army of seventy thousand. They decided to rely on the dangerous terrain of the Kary Valley to block the human coalition army's advance. At the same time, they asked for help from the other orc kingdoms and nearby tribes.
For the first three days, the army of the Kingdom of Menkaure used the Caliga Valley to stop the advance of the allied human army. However, on the fourth day, the humans sent out their first supernatural unit, the Judgement Priests.
Dozens of priests with extraordinary abilities led the Knights of Light to defeat the entire Orc Army. Wherever the Holy Light and longswords swept past, there were dead and wounded everywhere. No one could stop them. The Orc Army scattered in fear and fled in panic. The allied human forces chased after them all the way from the Kali Valley to the Menkaure Kingdom. The road was covered with scattered deserters and abandoned armor. The road was covered with corpses.
The corpses of the orc army floated in the river, one after another. There was no end in sight, and the fish in the river were all fattened up. The torrential river was dyed blood red. It had only taken half a month from the start of the war until they reached the capital of Menkaure. The human allied army had already forced the Kingdom of Menkaure to the brink of death.
The Human Allied Forces had yet to arrive. The moment the news of the army's defeat reached them, Menkaure City fell into chaos. All the nobles, officials, merchants, and ordinary bosses packed their things in an attempt to escape the city.
Even the attendants and guards in the palace were in a state of panic. People were running everywhere, and many of the servants were even trying to sneak away with their belongings. The guards couldn't stop them, and they didn't have the heart to stop them. With the people's morale gone, the atmosphere of destruction had already begun to emerge.
The King of Menkaure sat on his throne, his eyes listless. His hands rested on the legendary King's Sword. The hall was empty. There wasn't even a single lamp. It had lost all of its former splendor. Footsteps could be heard from outside. The Minotaur General walked in.
"Your Majesty, everything has been arranged."
The King of Menkaure raised his head. In an instant, he looked like an old man. "How did this happen? How did things suddenly turn out like this? "
The King of Menkaure stood up. His ferocious leopard-like eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. "They lied to me. It was those fellows from the Covenant of Darkness. It was those wizards. It was you. You lied to me. You all lied to me. How did they dare to attack? How did they attack so quickly? It's not my fault.
It's not my fault. "The King fell into a state of insanity. He stood up from his throne, and in the end, all he could do was laugh bitterly.
The capital was in a state of chaos. Panic, running, crying. The human army hadn't even attacked, but it was as if the end of the world had already arrived. The streets were congested, and people were squeezing against each other. Carriages were crashing into each other. Angry voices and curses could be heard constantly. Everyone wanted to rush out of the city.
Meanwhile, the King brought his son out of the city through an underground tunnel. Outside the city, there were already a hundred cavalrymen waiting. He was old and loved his son very much. After hugging him for a while, he handed him over to a Leopardman cavalryman.
The orc child struggled and cried, "Father, what's going on? I don't want to leave you. "
The King of Menkaure made up his mind and waved his hand. The knights saluted the King, then quickly mounted their horses and left. The King of Menkaure then turned his head to look at the cavalrymen in the distance. He couldn't help but cry.
"The Church of Light won't let me go. Let's run in that direction and try to divert their attention."
The King of Menkaure left with the rest of the cavalrymen. At dawn, they saw the capital in the distance burning. It was a sea of fire. The King of Menkaure and the cavalrymen were all stunned.
"What are they doing? Are they going to massacre the city? What are they doing? "
"Humans, the Church of Light, the Crete Empire."
The King of Menkaure fell off his horse and struggled to get up. He muttered these names, his teeth chattering. His heart was filled with hatred and regret.
This scene made everyone present tear up involuntarily. At this moment, they had already run upstream of the Kary River. As long as they crossed the river, they could go far away. However, at this moment, everyone no longer had the intention to run. Many orc cavalrymen directly dismounted, faced the royal city, and knelt on the ground.
At this time, the sound of hooves and armor clashing could be heard from afar. The human army had arrived. From afar, it looked like a dark mass. They were not accompanied by the shadows of the night. They could not forget the King of Menkaure and the Sword of the King in his hand.
The Minotaur General picked up his sword, but he did not look at the approaching enemies. Instead, he looked at the King whom he was loyal to. "Your Majesty, do you regret this?"
The King of Menkaure remained silent. The Minotaur General did not wait for the King's reply. He led a dozen cavalrymen into battle with the approaching enemies. The sounds of swords clashing and battle cries filled the sky.
However, under the siege of the human army, no matter how fearless they were, they still died one by one. As the Minotaur General was attacked by the three of them, several swords pierced through his chest and back. He fell to the ground, kneeling facing the capital and closing his eyes.
Now, only the King of Menkaure was left. He wore a thick cloak made of animal hide and a crown on his head as he stood on the banks of the Khari River. He watched as the neatly arranged troops approached him. Everyone stared at the King who had fallen into a dead end. Their eyes were filled with killing intent and coldness. Kill him, take his head, and take back the Sword of the King. Then, they would be able to obtain wealth, glory, status, and everything they wanted.
The King of Menkaure hugged the Sword of the King and turned his head to look at the human army surrounding him. His originally dull expression suddenly became extremely ferocious. The hatred and anger in his eyes made all the hair on his body stand on end. As he spoke, the muscles on his neck trembled. "Humans, I curse you, I curse you."
The King of Menkaure's gaze swept across everyone present. Their ferocious and ugly faces, their swords and armor stained with Orc blood. Every single one of them was stained with Orc life. The light of the rising sun shone on his body, bringing with it the smell of blood. Even his voice had turned into a howl of despair. "You will pay for your evil deeds. You will never obtain the Sword of the King. One day, the King of the Orcs will repay this pain a thousand times over."
After saying this, the King of Menkaure turned around and dived into the surging Kary River. With a roll in the waves, he disappeared with the Sword of the King.
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