Chapter 195: The Humans Have Fled

Chapter 195: The Humans Have Fled

The fierce battle raged on across the northern lands, with the human army facing an unprecedented crisis.

Not only were they contending with the more fearless Orcs, but also the arrival of the Dark Elves.

With a multitude of Orcs serving as cannon fodder up front, the Dark Elves swiftly approached the human encampment, engaging in close combat with those human soldiers.

At this moment, the human lines had already been shattered by the advancing Orcs.

The Dark Elves, with abilities far surpassing that of human soldiers, joined the fray like dark reapers, constantly claiming the lives of human soldiers.

However, it wasn’t long before the Dark Elves encountered their match.

Having witnessed the formidable combat strength of the Dark Elves firsthand, Komit immediately called for the cavalry.

The cavalry unit, centered around the knights, didn’t fall short of the Dark Elves in overall capability.

Not to mention their greater mobility as cavalry.

When facing the human cavalry, the efficiency of the Dark Elves in slaying enemies significantly dropped.

The cavalry’s superior agility allowed them to evade many of the Dark Elves’ attacks.

At the same time, after initiating attacks on the Dark Elves, they could quickly disengage.

Yet, this was only true for the ordinary Dark Elves.

For someone like Mork, it mattered not if you were cavalry; if I want to kill you, it’s a piece of cake.

Thus, under Mork’s lead, the advance of the Dark Elves did not falter and continued pressing forward.

Damn it—!

Komit watched as Mork rampaged through the crowd, nearly grinding his teeth in frustration.

Meanwhile, the Beast King had also personally joined the fray.

Though he was not as strong as Mork, his inherent strength as an Orc made him an unstoppable force among the human soldiers.

For the humans to withstand his assault was no easy feat.

Inevitably, the human lines were being relentlessly compressed.

…

This battle had been ongoing from morning to night without a moment’s pause.

Many soldiers hadn’t eaten lunch, or rather, had completely forgotten about it.

The combat was fierce, with bloody scenes constantly stimulating the soldiers.

At this point, the outer line of the human encampment had already fallen, with all soldiers compressed into the inner line.

Facing the human’s inner line, after a day of fighting, neither the Dark Elves nor the Orcs resumed their attacks, preparing to continue the battle the next day.

The Beast King was quite pleased with the day’s results.

Though the Orcs had suffered heavy losses, many humans had also perished.

To celebrate this great achievement, the Beast King held a banquet that night.

The banquet didn’t only involve the Orcs; he also invited the Dark Elves.

Mork didn’t refuse the Beast King’s invitation.

Taking advantage of the banquet, he intended to discuss the terms of their previous agreement with the Beast King.

With victory at hand, it was time for them to collect their reward.

The Orcish banquet differed from those of humans and Elves, consisting of feasting on meat and drinking from large bowls.

The liquor, while not high quality, was quite potent.

As for the meat, it was also the choicest cuts.

While the Orcs and Dark Elves joyfully celebrated, on the human side, the mood was somber.

The defeat in battle during the day had dealt a serious blow to many soldiers.

In such circumstances, Mork made a decision.

They needed to break through.

They could no longer remain there.

They could no longer serve as bait.

If they stayed any longer, they would be completely devoured by the Orcs and Dark Elves.

This was not only against Komit’s interests, but also against the interests of the entire Machia Republic.

In the dead of night, as the human soldiers slept, they were awakened by their commander, who had risen unbeknownst to them.

At the commander’s orders, the soldiers began to get dressed and grab their weapons to assemble outside.

Once the soldiers were gathered, Komit immediately led them north to break out.

The commotion caused by their movement instantly drew the attention of the Dark Elves and Orcs.

However, at this moment, the higher-ups among the Orcs and Dark Elves were still indulging in their revelry.

Many of them had become so intoxicated that they were out cold.

Those who remained somewhat sober were silent, merely staring blankly.

The Beast King felt a surge of anger swelling within him.

But what good was his rage? The banquet was of his own making.

The drunkenness of these Orc generals was also permitted by him.

“Your Majesty the Beast King, the humans have fled!”

An Orc scout rushed in with the news.

Instantly, the Beast King sobered up halfway, looking at the newcomer and asking, “The humans have fled?”

Upon hearing this, Mork also snapped to attention, or rather, he had never been truly drunk, his narrowed eyes pondering something.

“Yes! I specifically went to the human encampment, and now it’s utterly deserted.”

“Then hurry and pursue them! Get everyone up, we must chase them down!”

The Beast King shouted loudly at the Orc generals, who were still out cold.

Yet those Orc generals paid no mind to him, simply rolling over and continuing to sleep.

The few that maintained their awareness uttered not a word, staring vacantly ahead.

The Beast King’s frustration only grew deeper within him.

But what could he do? The banquet was his idea.

The drunkenness of these Orc generals was also his allowance.

“Your Majesty the Beast King, in my opinion, let those humans flee if they wish.”

Mork then spoke up.

The Beast King’s gaze fell upon Mork.

His expression was one of displeasure.

It sounded easy to say that the humans could flee, but if left unchecked, it meant you wouldn’t be fighting for us anymore.

The prior agreement would thus be rendered void.

Faced with the Beast King’s angry glare, Mork smiled, continuing, “Rather than chasing after the humans, I believe you should prepare your troops and focus on defense. The humans’ northern assault on the Orcs isn’t a trivial matter—they’re dead serious about it!”

In an instant, the Beast King’s expression turned grave, and any lingering resentment towards Mork faded away.

“What do you know?”

“What I know isn’t important; the key is that it seems you’re still in the dark. But I trust you’ve started to realize something since you’re not an unintelligent Orc—you’re quite clever.”

Mork had no qualms about speaking insults right there in the Orcs’ camp.

And the Beast King didn’t show too much anger.

At that moment, his priorities lay elsewhere.

Moreover, as Mork had indicated, he was a clever Orc.

Though he could get angry, he understood how to control his emotions, knowing when to unleash his fury and when to hold back.

After thinking for a moment, the Beast King looked at Mork and asked, “What else do you want?”

Mork shook his head: “What I wanted, you can no longer give me.”

This statement clearly indicated that from here onward, any prospect of further assistance was not going to be as easy as before.

“If you don’t articulate it, how am I supposed to know what I cannot give you?”

The Beast King was unwilling to abandon the Dark Elves as allies.

He knew that if the humans got serious, it would be challenging to defeat them with just the Orcs.