PS: I'm late, so I wrote an extra chapter of 4700 words. I hope everyone is satisfied with it.
The Orcs were being defeated. They had been squeezed into a small area and were unable to retreat because the Devil Cliff was behind them.
The Orcs who were trapped in the small area were killed by the arrows of the Wood Elves. The Humans and Elves who hated the Orcs did not let any Chaos creatures go. Every Orc that appeared in their sight was slaughtered. Other than the Knights, everyone was snatching the spoils of war and destroying all the Orc totems and buildings in their sight.
Laing also came to the Devil Cliff. Not far away, the Four-Armed Bull Demon raised its head and signaled for the Orcs to scram.
It wanted to have a showdown with the Human in front of it.
"We can take it down directly." Forest Lord Dareena shouted at Laing, "You don't have to fight it. It's a waste of our time."
"Unlike you Aisles who rely on curses and bloodlines to rule, we Knights yearn for chivalry and honor. We need to display our strength when necessary because that is the cornerstone of our rule." Laing raised his war hammer and shook his head. "I'm the Lady's Chosen Champion. I have to accept the challenge."
The Forest Lord stared at Laing and finally nodded. She also wanted to see how powerful Laing was.
The four-armed Bull Demon Seth stood in front of Laing. In front of such a terrifying creature, Laing, who was less than 1.9 meters tall, seemed small. "Human … death … home!"
"That's right, this is where you'll die!" Leon raised his Griffin Warhammer and took a deep breath of the turbid air.
The strong Chaos corruption near the Devil Cliff made him and his army uncomfortable. He had to end the battle quickly.
"Ahhhhhh!" The Four-Armed Bull Demon stepped forward, holding an axe in one hand and a sword in the other. It roared and charged towards Laing.
"Ha!" Laing raised his war hammer and used all his strength.
"Pom!" Metal and metal clashed. The Four-Armed Bull Demon's heavy body and the Chosen of Gods champion of the Fairy of the Lake both took half a step back.
“forthelady！” Ryan chanted the name of the Fairy in the Lake. He could feel the encouragement that the Fairy in the Lake brought to him. It was like the waves of the sea crashing against the rocks by the sea. It was almost inaudible.
This place was filled with corruption and filth.
"Ahhhh!" In terms of strength, the Four-Armed Bull Demon Seth's challenge rating was around the middle of the legendary rank. It was the strongest Four-Armed Bull Demon in the entire Arden Forest. Because of this, it was left to guard the Thousand Demons Cliff.
Following the taboo, it did not call out the name of the Chaos God directly. It could only roar at the human in front of it as much as it could, releasing its endless hatred and madness. "Human … die!"
"Die, you bastard!" Laing's warhammer tore through the air, drawing a terrifying arc as it struck the handle of the battle axe. Seth retreated in response, and then suddenly opened his bloody mouth towards Laing.
"Roar!"
A dark red energy arrow shot towards Laing.
This was the wild spell of the Orcs. It released a violent battle cry, exploded the enemy's skull, and tore their soul apart.
The Holy Grail Knight was not afraid. His right hand was burning with blue flames, and pure subspace energy was burning in his hand.
The energy arrow and Laing's psionic power clashed. The air was burning and tearing, and the surrounding human army could smell the burning smell.
Laing resisted the chaotic energy with all his might. Then, under the gaze of all the knights, he roared and tore the evil energy apart. "Hah!"
The Holy Grail Knight and the Four-Armed Bull Demon clashed again.
Ear-piercing screams echoed in the forest basin. The sparks from the battle axe and the battle hammer made the nearby allied army unable to open their eyes. Both sides avoided the duel between their leaders. The warriors who approached them were either dismembered by the wind blades or smashed by the battle hammers.
Soon, the Four-armed Bull Demon Seth's body was covered in wounds. His crude weapons and laughable strength could not break through Laing's Gray Knight Exquisite Power Armor.
But he had also achieved his goal. He used his battle axe and machete to restrict the movement of the Holy Grail Knight.
"Die! Human! "The sharp bone blade on his back pierced towards Laing's head.
Seeing this, Laing let go of his warhammer.
He had been waiting for this moment.
Long psionic blades extended from his left and right wrists at the same time.
Double slash!
The bone blade was cut off by the sharper psionic blade. The psionic blade also dissipated as it consumed a large amount of energy. Laing immediately squatted down to avoid the sharp battle axe blade. A few strands of black hair were cut off, showing the pain and fury of the Four-armed Bull Demon.
He grabbed his warhammer, and the battle continued.
On the other side, Marquis Gabriel, the third son of the Red Dragon Duke, put down his long sword in disdain. In front of him, the headless Doomsday Bull was falling to the ground.
Julius was covered in wounds. His plate armor had been slashed by the axe, and half of the pure white pegasus sculpture on his helmet had been chopped off. Blood flowed down his handsome and cold face from his forehead.
His long sword was inserted in the chest of the Doomsday Bull. The Doomsday Bull was bleeding profusely. It howled and covered its chest, but the blood would not stop. The young Royal Knight rushed up, stepped on the Doomsday Bull's chest, pulled out his long sword, and ended its evil life.
The battle near the Thousand Demons Rock was over. Only the battle between Laing and the Four-armed Bull Demon was left.
"It's over." Laing's right hand brushed over the head of the Griffin Warhammer. Lightning flashed, and a large amount of lightning condensed on the warhammer, making crackling sounds. He took a step back, and then threw his warhammer at the Four-armed Bull Demon.
The Four-armed Bull Demon barely dodged, but its shoulder was hit by Laing's warhammer. A strong sense of numbness and pain forced it to stop retreating. "Human … human!!!"
After the warhammer left his hand, Laing began to gather all his psionic power.
It was a pure psionic spear. It was silver-white and contained earth-shattering power, the power of the Emperor's fury.
This was the Emperor's generous teaching to his son. His great father taught Laing how to use his psionic power to destroy evil.
"No! No! " The Four-armed Bull Demon felt the terrifying energy tide. Its eyes gradually changed from the initial surprise to fear as it gradually realized the destructive power of the light spear.
It knew what would happen to it if it was hit. As it retreated, it leaned against the Thousand Demons Rock.
Laing did not give it a chance to escape. The geno prototype threw the light spear with all its might, turning it into a rain of destruction.
It hit!
"No! No! No! " The heart-wrenching howl resounded through the sky. It struggled madly, wanting to use the power of the Thousand Demons Rock to weaken the fatal blow. Unfortunately, the Thousand Demons Rock might not be able to help it this time.
The psionic spear not only pierced through the heart of the Four-armed Bull Demon, but it also pierced through the Thousand Demons Rock behind it. In the fatal psionic explosion, the sins of the Orcs were displayed before the alliance army.
Destroyed villages, one after another.
Innocent lives, one after another.
Failed battles, one after another.
In the illusion, everyone felt the anger of the God of Chaos. However, the light of the psionic blade was so dazzling that Laing was the first to recover. "Retreat! Everyone! Retreat! "
Everyone retreated.
The Thousand Demons Rock exploded. In the loud explosion and the dazzling white light, the entire Thousand Demons Rock exploded. The core of the Orcs' faith, the Chaos Totem, became history.
"Boom!"
Rubble, smoke, bones, corpses, and the rest. It was victory!
"Victory!" Laing walked out of the smoke and dust unscathed. He stood in front of the destroyed Thousand Demons Rock and shouted angrily at the alliance army, "Victory!"
"Victory! Victory! "
"We've won!"
"Praise the Lady!"
The alliance army of the Humans and Wood Elves burst into thunderous cheers.
From mid-August to early September, from Valémi Camp to the Thousand Demons Rock.
For more than ten days and nights, there were many battles of various sizes.
Small-scale outpost battles and repeated harassment battles.
The surprise attacks in the rainstorm and the repeated confrontations in the forest.
The sudden arrival of the Wood Elves' reinforcements and the bloody battle at the Thousand Demons Rock.
Then, it was victory!
"Topple the Horn Totem!"
"Topple the Horn Totem!"
"Topple the Horn Totem!"
Deafening cheers resounded. Even the lowly Serfs howled to the sky. Countless ropes were tied to the Horn Totem. It was the symbol of the Orcs' power and authority.
The Horn Totem was high above with the skulls and bones of various creatures. Around it were piles of Orc resources and weapons. This was the Orc's military medal and also the Knights' pillar of shame.
Since the incident at Dole's Tower 200 years ago, the Brittanian army had never destroyed the Devil's Rock. The Horned Totem stood tall as a symbol of the war between the Knights and the Orcs for 200 years.
Now, they could finally destroy it!
Under the command of the Knights, the Serfs and soldiers organized themselves into teams and pulled the Horn Totem.
Even the Wood Elves couldn't help but join in. Compared to the Humans, the Wood Elves hated the Orcs more.
"Destroy it! Destroy it! Destroy it! "Under everyone's gaze, the Horn Totem collapsed and turned into ruins.
The achievements and glory of the Orcs were swept into the dust like rubble on the ground.
"Victory!"
"Victory!"
"We're victorious! The Knights' army is victorious! "
"The Gods will purify this land through our efforts!"
"Let us celebrate our victory!"
"Long live the Lady of the Lake! Long live Lady Shalia! Long live Lord Laing! "
Gold, silver, and various Orcs' spoils of war were collected by the allied army. Laing used his power to purify the filth in the camp. The Right Army was in a state of celebration.
The Knight of the Holy Grail stood tall in front of the destroyed Thousand Demons Rock. He smiled as he looked at the celebrating army in the camp.
This was the result he wanted. This was the goal of the Knight's War.
He did it.
What he did not notice was that in a corner, Sulia was looking up at Leon's tall figure. The female knight's eyes were shining with a strange light …
…
At the same time, in Brittany, Arden Forest, near Jursen's Castle.
The Knights' army was in a desperate situation. After holding on for a day, they collapsed. The army ran out of food, and the serfs fled. Only the sergeants and Knights were still resisting.
In desperation, the Knights started killing their horses to appease their hunger. They cried bitterly as their horses begged for mercy. Many of the Knights couldn't bear the torment. Many of them even killed themselves.
The remaining two thousand soldiers set up their final camp and waited for the final moment to arrive. No knights chose to surrender, and no knights chose to fall. Even though the God of Darkness had already whispered in their ears, they still firmly believed in the Lady of the Lake.
Marquis Uncy's lips were purple, and his face was pale. He picked up the Magic Communication Device and put it down immediately.
He didn't have any more Gems. Yesterday, when he was on the phone, his tent was attacked by the Orcs. He suffered heavy losses, and his family shield, which was bestowed by the King, was stolen by the Orcs. He only managed to escape with the help of his bodyguards.
"There's nothing left. There's nothing left." Marquis Uncy muttered to himself. He looked at the camp of the Knights' army. There were less than 2,000 of them left. At the end of the line of sight, the Orcs launched a new wave of attacks. The Knights, who had run out of food for many days, were collapsing, but they were still holding on.
There was no way out if they surrendered. That was everyone's consensus.
"Oh, we can't hold on for more than three days," Marquis Uncy mocked himself. Marquis Angci mocked himself. He had given the right army three days to come back. Regardless of whether the right army would come back or not, it was only the first day, and the cavalry army had been reduced from ten thousand to two thousand. How could they hold on for three days?
"Pierre, do you think we can hold on for another three days?" Marquis Uncy's young face was full of dejection. He seemed to be asking his adjutant, Baron Pierre, but he also seemed to be talking to himself.
"I'm prepared to fight to the death." Baron Pierre's eyes were as sunken as Marquis Uncy's. He was eating his ration — a piece of bread that was almost transparent and some fried peas. The Knights' army had run out of food. Even though he was the adjutant, this was all he could get.
"Pierre, tell me. Is it because of my command that we're in this situation?" Marquis Uncy pushed away the food brought by the squire and asked, "Tell me the truth."
"… I don't know, my Marquis. It's his fault that Adred's army was wiped out. I think it's your fault. When we couldn't conquer Jursen Castle on the first day, we should have retreated immediately or tried to join forces with the Right Army." Baron Pierre hesitated for a while before telling the truth. "My Marquis, you may have overestimated our offensive capabilities and underestimated the Orcs' combat power."
"Yes, it's my fault. It's all my fault." Marquis Uncy shouted angrily, "It's all my fault. You're all blaming me. You're looking down on me as a first-time commander. You're looking down on me because I'm King Richard's grandnephew. If it wasn't for Adred's stupidity, would the Knight's army have ended up like this? Was my decision to return to help the Orcs wrong? Was my decision to attack the castle wrong? If I had retreated then, do you know what would have happened to me when I returned to Culona? Would I have fled? Abandoned my allies? "
Baron Pierre kept quiet.
"Enough, I've had enough. Let's end this. I'll use everything I have to atone for my sins to the Lady. I hope she'll forgive me." Marquis Uncy finally made his decision. He ordered the remaining Knights to mount their horses and prepare for the final charge.
"We're the Lady's Knights. Even if we die, we'll die in the charge." There were still about two hundred knights left in the knight's army. Half of them were Royal Knights and the other half were Ranger Knights. Although they were dissatisfied with the Marquis' order, they still responded to their commander's call and got on their horses and raised their lances.
There were 7,000 Orcs in front of them, and they were all elite beasts.
Every knight knew what was waiting for them, but they had no regrets.
"For the Lady and the King! For Brittany! "
"Advance! Knights! Advance! "
The solemn bugle sounded for the last time in the Knight's army.
"Humans … gather … again … and await … death," the Orc King, Bloody Horn Malas roared.
"The end … of all things … is near. Humans … are doomed," the Great Shaman, Heart Devourer Groz, replied.
"Advance! Attack! "The Orcs gathered.
Thirty minutes later, the Knight's army was completely annihilated. All the Knights under Marquis Uncy were killed. None survived.
Just as the Orcs were celebrating their victory, a heart-wrenching pain and extreme mental anguish engulfed the Orc King and the Great Shaman's minds.
"No … no!"
"Seth … is dead! The Demon Cliff … is destroyed! "
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