Callum sat on the horse, frowning.
In front of him, dozens of orc corpses were lying on the ground.
This is a quite tragic scene, the air is still filled with the smell of blood, and a large number of flies fly from nowhere, gathering on the corpse to feast.
The dead orc soldiers clutched their weapons. These once strong and vigorous warriors could only lie on the cold ground.
Many people's bodies were bloody and bloody, and their twisted faces still showed pain and anger. Those who had not closed their eyes could still taste the hatred and unwillingness before death.
"It looks like they encountered a terrible ambush."
Callum was accompanied by Ferranlo and Boyle. The silence of the orc general made them feel scared, and they could only communicate in a low voice. observations.
"Collect their bodies!"
Callum said his first order of the day.
“Yes, my lord!”
The subordinates dismounted in response and carried the corpses one by one, moving them and arranging them neatly on a flat grassland.
“There are thirty people in the Uzhige team, none of them surrendered, and all of them died in the battle.”
The orc responsible for examining the corpses reported to Callum.
"What is the situation of the enemy?"
"Judging from the footprints, the number of the opponents should be between fifty and sixty, and they are undoubtedly human beings. Judging from the traces on the battlefield, Look, Urige and the others were first tripped by the tripping rope, and then a large number of crossbow arrows were shot from the side of the road, causing them a lot of casualties. Finally, humans suddenly rushed out of the forest and attacked them. Everyone fought hard to the end. One breath, they are heroes!”
After patiently listening to his subordinates' report, Callum walked to the body.
He muttered silently: "Rest in peace, warriors on the grassland. May you fall into the embrace of the spirit of the grassland as soon as possible."
The men lit flames and burned the corpses on the ground. ash.
Life on the grasslands is difficult, and the funerals of orcs are not as grand as in the human world, and are often burned down.
“They’ve proven their mettle, so what should we do?”
Callum's eyes were as wide as two copper bells, and he loudly asked the subordinates who came with him. The firelight dyed his entire face red.
The orcs were inspired by the general's momentum and raised their arms and shouted.
“Avenge them!”
“Kill the humans!”
“Capture them, destroy them!”
...
Listening to the howls, Ferranlo and Boyle couldn't help but frown.
Is it really the right choice for the Grand Duke to let such a group of guys enter the human world?
However, they are already here.
“Since they were ambushed here, the royal family’s army must have headed to the Blackstone Plains along this road, so they left the troops behind.”
Boyle expressed his judgment.
Callum's eyes burst out with a cruel look, and he clenched his right hand tightly, making a crackling sound in his joints.
"I follow them along this road! Sacrifice my brethren with their blood!"
Waaaaaaah!
The orc general raised his head and let out a loud roar!
As the howling sound spread rapidly, the ground shook as if a switch had been pressed.
The rumbling sound spread from a distance like waves.
Ferrandro turned around and looked. After a while, countless cavalry appeared in his field of vision. They had tall and strong bodies, and under their crotches were equally tall and strong mounts.
They all have firm expressions and cold faces, as if just an order from their superiors can transform them into one of the most destructive forces in the world.
The waves of orc cavalry quickly washed through the woods, and the intensive trampling of horse hooves even compacted the grass on both sides of the road.
Along this forest road, huge waves swept towards the west.
——
In the Sunset Valley, the royal capital’s army that is retreating to the west is temporarily stationed here. A hurried figure came to the front of the camp.
“I am Duke Ousmane Arambro, and I want to see Her Highness Catherine!”
"Please come in, Your Majesty the Duke, His Highness has been waiting for you."
The guard thoughtfully opened the curtain at the entrance of the tent for him.
Duke Alanburu walked into the tent and saw a figure studying the hanging map.
“Your Highness!”
“Duke, long time no see!”
Catherine turned around and looked at the old aristocrat in front of her who had some gray hair but still kept his mustache trimmed meticulously. She couldn't help feeling a little emotional.
The Alanburu family is the largest noble in Blackstone Plains.
The Duke was very excited, "Yes, the last time I saw you was in Jingyao..."
Catherine's tone changed, "But now is not the time to sigh."
"Is this the orc you mentioned in your letter?"
"Yes."
The Duke scolded: "Damn the Bradley family, I have long thought that there is something wrong with this family, but they are so shameless that they cooperate with the orcs."
" Your Highness, how many orcs are there in total coming to the Blackstone Plains?”
Katherine smiled bitterly: “Based on all the signs, there are at least fifteen thousand chasing us, and there are also the Bradley family. The army is cooperating with them."
The Duke became nervous when he heard this.
Catherine comforted him: "I have asked Lester to lead the team on another road to create the illusion that we are retreating from there. If successful, we can delay them for a few days."
Speaking of this, Catherine couldn't help but feel a little worried. He and his men still hadn't returned to the team.
"Duke Alanbro, we need a victory to kill the arrogance of the orcs. How many people can you mobilize here?"
"Your Highness, in my own territory Out of 20,000 people, other territories... it depends on the specific situation.”
Is there at least 20,000 people?
Catherine was satisfied, even though she knew a large percentage of them were farmers with pitchforks.
The Duke continued: "I have already sent out a notice. Soon the lords from all over Blackstone Plains will lead their troops to support. By then we will be able to unite a large army to attack the orcs head-on."< br>
"Well..."
Just as Catherine was about to say something, the curtain of the tent was opened and Ofina walked in.
“Lester is back!”
"Great!"
Katherine's hanging heart finally relaxed.
“There is another piece of good news!”
Ofina smiled and handed over a piece of letter paper.
"Telegram?"
Catherine took it immediately, and her heart was beating a little.
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"Paul will send an army to support us!"
The princess shouted in surprise.
"Paul? Is this Count Grayman?"
The Duke of Alanbrough immediately guessed who Catherine was talking about. He had met the owner of Lake Town in the royal capital. When the king announced the marriage, the Duke was also present.