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Early September, Brittany, Arden Forest, at the end of the circular path.
Deniz was holding a spear. He was wearing leather armor that gave off an unpleasant smell. His hands were tightly gripping the hilt of the long sword hanging in front of his chest.
This young serf came from Bastogne. He was only twenty-one years old, which was considered young among the serfs. He was taller and stronger than the other serfs. Therefore, he was naturally chosen by the knight during the Conscription Festival and became an honorable infantryman.
In front of his chest was a long sword passed down from his great-grandfather. His family had been using it for half a century. After half a century, the sword still maintained its sharpness, even though it had been polished several times by the blacksmith.
In addition, Deniz was carrying a short bow on his back. This made many serfs jealous. Not only did he have a sword, but he also had a bow! This brat was really filthy rich!
There was actually a reason for this. Deniz's family was a hunter near the Arden Forest.
Normally, in Brittany, serfs had no right to hunt because all the animals in the territory belonged to the Lord. Any serf who dared to poach would be chopped off or even executed immediately. They were only allowed to hunt rabbits and birds.
However, in the Bastogne Duchy, there were some exceptions. The Duke of the Red Dragon allowed hunters to enter the Arden Forest to hunt, and the Lord and the hunter would share the prey equally.
This was of course a dangerous job, but there were still many serfs who tried it. Deniz's family was such a hunter. Because of his father's excellent hunting skills, he was able to eat some meat while growing up, which made him taller and stronger than normal serfs.
Walking in the group, Deniz always tried to stand up straight and move as much as possible.
In other words, all the serfs in the group were like this.
From time to time, everyone would look at the tall and powerful figure standing on the left side of the marching group. He was wearing a full set of silver-gray knight's armor and holding a silver griffin warhammer as he walked on the side of the road.
The golden insignia of a Knight of the Holy Grail hung on his chest, revealing his blue eyes and handsome face under the black insignia. His powerful aura was like the sun, illuminating the hearts of the serfs.
It was the Holy Grail Knight! The Holy Grail Knight, Laing Macado, is fighting alongside us!
The serfs were full of energy. They wanted to show off their skills in this war so that the Holy Grail Knight would take a fancy to them and promote them to become sergeants or even rangers.
Julius, Gabriel, and Laing walked together. The three of them spoke in low voices as they discussed Marquis Anci's strategic plan.
"Marquis Anci spent more than a month to come up with this military plan. The main idea is that the Brittany Knights can maximize their military strength and ensure that the soldiers have sufficient combat power. If the entire army is concentrated in one area, it's highly likely that they will be playing hide-and-seek with the Orcs in Arden Forest. The Devil's Rock is mobile, and 40,000 Knights have to feed their horses. It's a huge burden on their rations. Hence, Marquis Anci has to plan to end the war within 40 days," Gabriel said in a gruff voice.
Julius expressed his opinion. The Royal Knight placed his hands behind his back and walked behind Laing. He said, "By attacking from three directions and clearing the Orc gangs, the Orcs won't be able to move around the Devil's Rock. Marquis Anci believes that the Orcs will be forced to fight with the Brittany army. Then, by using Mana, at least two of the three armies will be able to attack the Orc army. Victory will be inevitable."
The leaves and the humus creaked as their iron boots trod on the soft forest floor, and the army moved slowly through the forest, one step at a time.
"If the Orcs refuse to fight, then it's better. When the three armies meet at the Devil's Rock, the Orcs will be defeated. The Devil's Rock is the sacred totem of the Orcs' power and belief. If we destroy the Devil's Rock and the Orc's Rock, we won't be able to eradicate the Orcs in Arden Forest. For the next 20 to 30 years, the Orcs won't be able to form a large-scale Beast Tide," Laing added.
"So, Desmond isn't a spoiled brat like some people think. On the contrary, he's quite talented. At the very least, I can tell that he's seriously thought about this strategic plan. I can't find too many problems with it." Marquis Gabriel agreed with the plan, but he was still a little worried. "There's nothing wrong with the plan. I'm just worried about Marquis Anchi. He has never commanded an army before, and he's eager to prove himself …"
"Now that things have come to this, we can only choose to believe in him," Clayon concluded.
Marquis Connelly Ascot caught up with them while panting. "Gentlemen, please don't walk so fast. I can't keep up."
The three fellows in front of him were all Legends. They could walk for a long time to conserve horsepower. Among them, Leon, the beast, never took off his plate armor except when he was sleeping.
It was the sixth day since the army entered Arden Forest. As the forest was rugged and difficult to traverse, the right army had only traveled 100 kilometers. They were 110 kilometers away from their destination.
The army continued to advance into the forest. As they went deeper into the forest, the forest began to distort. Many of the trees' trunks and branches had turned gray and brown. Under the influence of the Chaos energy, the trees continued to grow. Their intertwined roots even covered the ground. On the roots, there were frightening lumps that grew one after another.
For the past six days, the Orcs had been harassing the army. Laing and Gabriel led the serfs and knights to repel the attacks of several combat gangs.
Ranger Knight Hexus approached from behind and whispered to Laing, "The morale of the soldiers is maintained well, my Baron. We haven't been affected by the Orcs' harassment."
"That's what I'm worried about. Hexus, Olivier, don't you think it's too quiet today?" Laing raised his head.
It was September, but the sun was still shining brightly. Laing and a few knights stood under the shade of a tree. Laing was fine, but the other knights were tired. Hexus wiped the sweat off his forehead. He agreed with the Baron. "It's been very quiet today."
Olivier walked out. "It's unusually quiet, my Baron."
"Lord Gabriel, what do you think?" The forest was too quiet. The right army didn't even see the Orcs.
It didn't seem like the Orcs.
"… I feel that the Orcs might have changed their plans." Marquis Gabriel, who had the most experience in fighting the Orcs, smelled the scent of war. "There are only two possibilities for the Orcs to stop harassing us. The first possibility is that they have given up on harassing us. The second possibility is that they are looking for a chance to have a decisive battle with us."
"Halt the advance! Set up camp here. That's all for today. Let's rest! " After pondering for a while, they couldn't come up with an answer. Since the situation was unclear, Laing decided to rest for the time being.
If there was going to be a decisive battle, it was time to rest.
After receiving the order, the serfs cheered. After marching for a few days, the soldiers were exhausted. It was best to rest. Hence, the serfs set up camp in the forest.
In the huge oak forest, the soldiers set up camp under the command of the knights. The warhorses ate black beans and other high-quality fodder to replenish their energy. Besides black beans and other high-quality fodder, the pure-blooded Elven warhorses of Laing and Julius had to eat meat, carrots, corn, and flatbread.
The food was completely different from the food of the serfs.
Laing and Suria stood by the stream. The female Knight with a perfect face and long golden curly hair was exhausted. She panted lightly as she sat on a small stool and crossed her long legs. A long single-handed sword hung on her waist as she said, "Lord Laing, we're halfway through the journey. I didn't expect the Knight's War to be so tiring."
Laing looked from her long and slender legs to her brown tights. He smiled kindly and said, "So it's good to come out and take a look. War isn't just about the battlefield. Marching and setting up camp are equally important."
As they spoke, Leon's pure-blooded elven warhorse, Grape, buried its head in the stream to drink. Leon got a carrot out of nowhere, and Grape happily whinnied and ate it in big bites.
Suria looked at Laing with her bright eyes and asked curiously, "Lord Laing, aren't you worried?"
"Worried about what?" Laing's smile widened as he said, "About our safety? We have so many soldiers, excellent Knights like Yuri and Gabriel, and a powerful female Knight like Miss Suria. "
"Lord Laing, you're joking again." Suria shook her head gently and laughed. "Mr. Laing, please don't treat me differently. I'm a Knight, not a female Knight. In the army, I'm an ordinary Knight like everyone else."
"Everyone treats me as the Duke's daughter. I don't like it." The female Knight's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible. "Because of my father's power, it seems that we should be outstanding."
"…" Laing was about to say something when a frenzied howl was heard from the camp. "Alert! Alert! The Orcs are here! "
"Sh * t! As expected, the journey isn't peaceful! "Laing raised his War Hammer and said," Soldiers, follow me! "
"Oh!" The serf soldiers reacted faster than the Knights. They only had to stop what they were doing and raise their Long Spears to defend. The Knights could only put on their armor in vain.
"Lord Laing, the enemy is there!" a serf shouted and pointed in a direction.
Dozens of horned beasts raised crudely made large axes and moved their thick iron hooves, charging towards the camp of the army.
"Steady! Soldiers! I'm with you! "Laing raised his War Hammer and said," Hold your position! Prepare for battle! "
"Boom!" The serfs formed a tight Spear Formation.
"Kill! Kill! " Behind the Horned Beasts were many inferior Horned Beasts and Chaos War Hounds. They saw that Laing had organized a defense, so they charged towards the other side of the camp.
"Bastogne Beast Killer Team! Advance! " It was Marquis Gabriel, an experienced Royal Knight who had seen many Orcs. He commanded the Bastogne Infantrymen and said, "Fight! For glory! For the Lady, for Bastogne! "
"For the Lady, for Bastogne!" The Bastogne Beast Killer Team had rich experience in dealing with the Orcs. They raised their Long Halberds.
A group of Horned Beasts collided with the Long Halberds and suffered heavy casualties. Many Horned Beasts were pierced by the Long Halberds.
"Kill … kill!" More Orcs surged out from the depths of the forest. A ferocious Razor Beast with barbs on its body charged towards Laing. It opened its bloody mouth and revealed its sharp fangs.
"Ha!" Laing swung his War Hammer, and the Razor Beast was killed on the spot. It was sent flying by the War Hammer and crashed into the trunk of a large tree. A few Horned Beasts surrounded and were killed by Laing. The strength of the Orcs was useless in front of the Holy Grail Knight.
Then, the Holy Grail Knight extended his hand that was burning with blue flames.
"Psionic Storm!"
Light blue lightning appeared in the forest and wreaked havoc on the path of the Orcs. The weak inferior Horned Beasts and Chaos War Hounds were turned into charcoal in a few seconds. Even the thick-skinned Horned Beasts were electrocuted by the Psionic Storm and screamed in pain.
"Advance!" Julius noticed the chaos in the Orcs' formation. He led the charge and advanced on three fronts. The Orcs realized that the situation was bad and retreated. They left behind a few soldiers and disappeared into the forest.
The slaves cheered for their victory. They didn't know why the Holy Grail Knight could release lightning or why he was so powerful. But it wasn't important, and they didn't want to know.
They only knew that as long as the Holy Grail Knight was there, they had hope of being promoted. As long as the Holy Grail Knight was there, victory would come.
Only Ryan's face was ashen. He knew that this was most likely just the beginning.
The Orcs were trying to figure out the size of the army.
After the first attack, the Orcs started harassing the Orcs.
Every two to three hours, a group of Orcs would harass the camp. They raised their Battle Axes and threw their Javelins to harass the camp of the Right Army.
Though Laing led the army to repel the Orcs' harassment, he was unable to relieve the fatigue of the army. Under the harassment of the Orcs, the Right Army couldn't have a good rest. They couldn't eat or sleep, and they were in great pain.
Fortunately, Laing kept encouraging the morale of the slaves and Knights. The energetic and energetic Holy Grail Knight didn't need to rest. He led the Knights and slaves to resist the harassment of the Orcs.
Late at night, both the Brittany army and the Orcs were exhausted.
On the distant cliff, the Orc Beastmaster, Bloody Horn Malas, and Heart-Devourer, Groz, looked at the camp of the Right Army. They opened their mouths and revealed their sharp fangs. "These Humans … Knights … at least, Big Horned Beasts … battle group … crush them!"
After investigating for a few days, the Orcs discovered the Knights' allocation of troops. They determined that there were more than 30,000 Knights on the left and middle flanks. Only the right flanks had the fewest soldiers. After repeated harassment and investigation, the Orcs determined that the right flanks only had about 3,000 soldiers who could fight.
The Great Shaman signaled for the Orc King to calm down. He opened his rotten mouth and spat out green pus, causing many flies to circle around him. "It's … not … the time … Holy Grail!"
"Holy Grail … Holy Grail … disgusting … vermin! He doesn't know … the forest … belongs to us … the weather … belongs to us! "
"The rainy season is coming … the end of the Holy Grail … is coming!"
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