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Early in the morning, when the first ray of sunlight shone into the campsite, an intense battle was at its peak.
The campsite was filled with Orcs and Humans fighting.
Smoke, fire, and broken walls. All of the humans had picked up their weapons to fight. Even the eldest daughter of the Duke's family was fully armed. She held a knight's sword with both hands and shouted, "Die!"
A Horned Beast with a long spear was slashed into two by the female Knight's Longsword. Filthy beast blood splattered everywhere.
Suria's plate armor shone brightly, and the enchantment formed a thin shield that helped her block the filthy blood. The female Knight raised her Knight's Sword and chanted the name of the Lake Fairy.
The sword emitted a holy white radiance that expelled her fatigue.
Her Knight's Sword had the enchantment of the Lake Fairy's Prophet, which could speed up the recovery of her physical strength.
"The sky is bright." Suria felt that her mental and physical strength were reaching their limits.
She lifted her head to look at the campsite.
The tall Centaurs were stomping their iron hooves and wreaking havoc in the campsite. The Minotaurs wielding battle axes roared loudly as they harvested the lives of the serfs.
Sulia raised her head and saw a gigantic minotaur swinging its battle axe at her. Sulia raised her knight's sword and barely managed to block the attack. Sparks flew from the sword, and by relying on her enchantment and her own wrist strength, Sulia was barely able to take a few steps back and neutralize the attack.
"Miss!" Suria's maid, Sylvia, shouted in alarm. She gave up fighting with the Horned Beast and rushed to Suria's side. "Miss, are you alright?"
"Wu! Wa wa! Humans … die! "The Minotaur's nostrils flared as he charged at the two female Knights.
"Suria!" Julius, who was being attacked by numerous Horned Beasts, saw that his sister was in danger and shouted anxiously.
The Minotaur's thick hooves were only halfway there when a longsword burning with white flames and emitting a faint blue light pierced through its chest from behind. The Minotaur cried out in pain and fell to the ground. The Ranger Knight beside it immediately followed up with another two slashes.
"Miss Suria!" Laing's face was covered in sweat. He pulled Nemesis out of the Minotaur's body and quickly reached out to the female knight, pulling her up.
"Your Excellency Laing, thank you." The female knight struggled to stand up.
"Protect your young miss and retreat!" Laing immediately ordered Sylvia. The maid nodded and supported Suria as they retreated.
"For Madam! For Winford! " The soldiers of the Winford Fugitives rushed forward fearlessly. A row of spears pierced through the horned beasts that came to support them from behind. Blood spilled all over the camp. It was impossible to tell which was human blood and which was beast blood.
Hundreds and thousands of corpses covered the ground.
At 3 am, the Orc tribe attacked Laing's right flank. This time, they attacked in groups. Horned Beasts, Big Horned Beasts, Minotaurs, Centaurs, and even Harpies joined in the attack.
The Knights fought until dawn. Their tenacity ensured that the Orcs weren't able to defeat the Orcs.
"Woo, woo, woo." A bugle horn sounded deep in the forest, and the Orcs retreated. Like the Humans, the Orcs were exhausted from the repeated attacks. If the surprise attack failed, they would be at a disadvantage if they continued fighting.
The Orcs retreated cleanly. The Knights sent out scouts, but they didn't see any Orcs within a few kilometers.
It was a rare opportunity, so the right flank immediately set up camp. After marching for about five kilometers, they found a valley and set up camp there. The Knights did a headcount. Out of the original 6,000 soldiers, there were only 5,000 soldiers left. Tens of Knights were buried in the forest.
After setting up camp, many of the Knights fell asleep. Laing made sure there were no Orcs nearby, so he took the opportunity to rest.
When he was woken up, the sun was setting in the west, and it was almost dusk.
It was Olivier. The young and optimistic knight did not seem to be in good condition. His face was pale, his eyes were sunken, and his left hand hung weakly in front of his chest. It was obvious that he was injured. "My barons, Marquis Gabriel and Marquis Julius, are asking if you are awake. They want to hold a new military meeting."
"Okay, I'm coming! Olivier, are your injuries alright? "Leon turned over and got up. He took a few deep breaths and asked about Olivier's injuries.
"I'm fine. I feel much better after resting for half a day." Olivier was fine. This Ranger had been injured in the surprise attack. His left arm was slashed by an Orc's Machete.
"Have a good rest. There's a war to be fought." Laing got up and wiped his face with a basin of water.
He walked out of the tent, and a gentle breeze blew across his face. He saw a large number of injured soldiers lying in the camp and screaming in pain. Many of the serfs were bandaged, and the logisticians and soldiers were boiling water and cooking rice. Most of the soldiers found a place to sleep and didn't care about anything else.
"Lord Laing!" Many of the serfs greeted the Holy Grail Knight when they saw him.
"Well done, young fellows. Persevere, we can win." Ryan noticed that many of the serfs had been injured, and many of them were looking at him with expectation and admiration. He felt a little sad, but he had to encourage the soldiers. "Hold on."
The Holy Grail Knight's encouragement was effective, and the morale of the serfs was stable.
Arriving at the open space in the middle of the army, Gabriel and Julius were already there. Marquis Connelly was injured and did not participate in this military meeting. On the contrary, Sulia took his place in the meeting. The female knight found a chair and sat down. She did not look well. "Lord Ryan?"
"Hmm!" Laing nodded. The four of them stood by a small pond in the valley and discussed their next move.
"Gentlemen, I have two pieces of good news and one piece of bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?" Baron Gabriel smiled grimly and said, "The first piece of good news is that we have sufficient rations."
Laing and Suria smiled wryly. After such a large loss of soldiers, they had sufficient rations.
Only Julius kept a straight face and didn't say a word.
"The second piece of good news is that the Orcs seem to have disappeared. Our scouts didn't find any traces of the Orcs. They didn't even find ordinary animals. After so many years of war, do you know what this means?" Gabriel's eyes were glistening as he said, "This is the bad news. This means that the next attack will be an all-out war between the Orcs and us."
"All-out war …" Laing frowned and said, "Can you predict when the Orcs will attack?"
"It's difficult," Julius said. "It's difficult to predict the Orcs' actions. I can only say that they will attack when we are at our weakest or least expected."
"Attack when we are at our weakest and least expected …" The few of them were silent.
Then, when would it be?
The Orcs and the green Oke Orcs were different races.
The fighting style of the green Oke Orcs was to fight and fight until they died. The Orcs were more similar to revenge by torturing and humiliating their enemies.
Now, the Orcs were lurking in the dark, waiting to deal a fatal blow to the exhausted army.
Laing and the others didn't intend to wait for their deaths. The soldiers were still able to fight, and the Knights wouldn't yield to the Chaos Beasts.
But when would the Orcs launch their fatal attack?
The army couldn't be on alert and on standby forever. Before the Orcs appeared, the army would collapse.
One could be a thief for a thousand days, but one couldn't guard against a thief for a thousand days.
The few of them could feel a heavy weight on their shoulders. In this world, a commander's every move would affect the entire war situation. Every decision they made would affect the life and death of thousands of people.
If they couldn't predict when the Orcs were going to attack, the army would be like frightened birds. How could they fight the war?
"Request for reinforcements? Let Marquis Uncy join us in the middle route? "Laing suggested.
The cool breeze of dusk blew across the faces of the knights, and they all looked at Marquis Gabriel.
He had a magical tool made by the Prophet of the Lake God to transmit messages.
The third son of Duke Bastogne hesitated for a while. Then, he took out a silver tool that looked like a short dagger and said, "Do you want to ask now?"
"The earlier you ask, the better." Laing shook his head and smiled wryly as he said, "The earlier you ask, the better."
Marquis Gabriel didn't hesitate. He took out a gem and pressed it on the magical communication tool. Then, he signaled for everyone to be quiet.
After ten seconds, the communication tool was connected.
"This is Uncy Desmond. Is this the right army? Please report your situation. "Marquis Uncy's young voice was heard from the tool.
"This is Gabriel de Bastogne. We're in trouble …" Gabriel succinctly told the commander about the predicament the right wing was in.
Magic communication required a huge amount of energy. After Marquis Gabriel finished describing the current predicament in a few words, a valuable gem had already lost its luster.
Marquis Uncy was silent for a long time. When the gem's energy was almost depleted, he said, "Perhaps we won't be able to support you. I'm sorry, Gabriel."
"Why?" Gabriel asked anxiously.
"Right now, we don't know the enemy's situation. The army has just started moving. Our scouts have also detected traces of Feral Orc activity. We can't be sure if you've encountered the main force of the Feral Orcs. This could very well be a trap. So … we … won't … join forces … just … like …" Marquis Angci's voice was already blurring by the end of his sentence.
Then, the communication tool was cut off.
"It's expected." Gabriel put down the communication tool and sighed. "I didn't count on him. When he assigned us together, I knew we could only rely on ourselves."
"Let's discuss when the Orcs are going to attack us."
"That's the only way."
…
The discussion between the Knights was still ongoing.
On the side, the serfs were working hard. Under the orders of the knights, they were chopping firewood and then lighting the fire to prepare for cooking. Many serfs were setting up fences and wooden walls to strengthen the defense of the camp.
Deniz's performance in today's encounter was not bad. This hunter's son bravely killed the enemy in the battle and even shot out the left eye of a fallen unicorn.
To reward him for his bravery, the Knights assigned him to work near the camp and take care of the Knights' Elfin Warhorse.
This was a great honor for a serf, to be able to clean up the excrement of a noble elven warhorse. If Deniz could return to Bastogne's home alive, he could brag about it in the village, and the villagers would definitely look at him in a new light.
He was a serf who cleaned the dung of a Knight's Elfin Warhorse! He wasn't an ordinary serf!
If he could stay in the same stable as the Elfin Warhorse, he would be the most respected serf in the village. He would be the next elder.
The hunter's son chopped firewood diligently, just like the serfs beside him.
At this moment, the Holy Grail Knight's words entered his ears, "When do the Orcs attack?"
"The Orcs' attack is related to totems and astronomical phenomena."
"But we don't have a Sky Magician or a Star Magician. We can't predict the astronomical phenomena or predict when the Orcs will attack!"
"D * mn, the weather in this season is always changing."
The axe stopped chopping firewood. Deniz recalled something, and his eyes lit up.
The serf beside him patted his shoulder and said, "Oh! God! Deniz! What are you doing? "
"Is today the 3rd of September?" Deniz recovered his senses and confirmed the date with the serf beside him.
"Yes, yes, yes! That's right, Deniz. Get to work. Remember, you have to focus on your work. Otherwise, you'll be punished by the Knight! "the serf said impatiently. But the next scene made him gape in astonishment.
The axe fell to the ground.
A serf ran towards Laing and his companions, who were discussing military intelligence.
"Holy Grail Knight! Holy Grail Knight! I have a piece of news … Ah! " Deniz rushed forward excitedly, but a young Ranger stopped him and said, "Serf! What are you doing? Mind your status! "
With that, the Ranger Knight slapped him across the face.
Deniz felt a sharp pain, and he fell to the ground dizzily. He struggled to get up, and half of his face was swollen. He said incoherently, "Oh … I have some news … to tell … Master Laing."
"Bastard!" The Ranger kicked Deniz's stomach. The young Ranger was furious. This lowly bastard dared to talk to the Holy Grail Knight. Who was he?
The serf clutched his stomach and screamed on the ground.
The military meeting stopped. Laing and his companions looked over and asked, "What's the matter?"
"D * mn! That bastard! How dare I disturb your military meeting? " Another Ranger rushed over. He grabbed Deniz's neck, lifted him up, and pressed him near the burning firewood. He said loudly, "It's okay, Master Laing, Master Laing, a lowly serf is talking nonsense. I'll let him have an accident! Let him have an accident! "
"Stop!"
"It's okay. He'll have an accident. It's not our doing. It's his own accident …" The Ranger did not hear what Laing said. He held Deniz's head and rushed towards the fire, wanting to make the serf suffer.
"I said, stop!" Laing shouted angrily. "Bring him here!"
"Yes … Yes!" The Ranger was frightened by the Holy Grail Knight's angry shout. He quickly carried Deniz to Laing. "My baron?"
"Let him go!" Laing said. He motioned for everyone to move aside and walked to Deniz. "Raise your head and speak!"
The Ranger Knights released the serf. Deniz, whose face was swollen and bruised, knelt in front of Laing. "Your Excellency!"
"What did you want to say?" Laing looked at the serf in front of him. He could see that Deniz was in a hurry to tell him something.
"Tell me, what do you want to tell me?"
"It will rain tomorrow night, my baron!"
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