Chapter 196: The Prototype of the Anti-Human Alliance

Chapter 196: The Prototype of the Anti-Human Alliance

Mork did not respond to the Beast King.

But his expression said it all.

Even without the answer he desired, the Beast King remained calm and collected.

“General Mork, although our Orcs are limited in power, please do not underestimate us.”

“Your Majesty the Beast King, I’m not underestimating your Orcs. It’s just that what I need from your kind, you truly cannot provide.”

The Beast King’s mind raced, then he turned to Mork and said, “In that case, let us consider it a favor owed by the Orcs to your Dark Elves. When the time comes, if you have needs, just command us Orcs. As long as it’s within our capabilities, we will certainly agree.”

Upon hearing this, Mork couldn’t help but be tempted.

This was a promise made on behalf of the Orc race by the Beast King.

Though it came with some requirements, they were all trivial.

Having the unconditional ability to command the entire Orc tribe for a task was undeniably a great temptation.

The Beast King could make it this far because in his eyes, the Dark Elves were indeed worth this value.

In the battle earlier today, they had achieved substantial results, and the Dark Elves were indispensable to that success.

Especially Mork, the twelve-tier Warrior, who was practically a humanoid bulldozer; no one could stop him where he went.

Most of the arrogant human generals who dared to stand before him were promptly slain.

Not to mention the entire Dark Elf squad, just Mork alone would play a huge role in their battles against the humans down the line.

If utilized well, even an entire army could not match the impact he could have.

After making his offer, the Beast King silently stared at Mork, waiting for his response.

The others present were equally silent, like invisible people.

In fact, their presence could neither influence nor alter the decisions being made before them.

After a considerable pause, Mork looked at the Beast King and said, “I can agree. However, I have one condition first.”

“What condition?”

The Beast King asked.

“The Dark Elves will not perish alongside the Orcs!”

Mork looked directly at the Beast King.

Though his words were few, the meaning was clear.

It meant that the Dark Elves would temporarily stay and assist, but if things turned sour later, don’t blame them for abandoning ship.

“Deal!”

The Beast King readily agreed to this.

As for the future, they would cross that bridge when they came to it; for now, securing their presence was what mattered most.

Hearing this, Mork happily said, “Your Majesty the Beast King is truly straightforward. Here’s to a pleasant cooperation ahead!”

Seeing this, the Beast King also responded cheerfully, “Pleasant cooperation!”

Once the two reached a consensus, the atmosphere lightened considerably.

Immediately after, the Beast King asked Mork a lingering question, “General Mork, I still don’t quite understand. Even if the humans are about to launch a fierce assault on us, it seems that it shouldn’t greatly affect our pursuit of the fleeing human forces, right?”

Mork answered him, “Your Majesty the Beast King, this human troop’s breakout was certainly meticulously planned. Even if we chase them down relentlessly, our gains will be minimal. Moreover, it would waste a lot of our precious time, and we have little of that left!”

The Beast King was quite pleased with Mork’s use of “we.”

This implied that Mork viewed their struggle as a shared interest, which was precisely what the Beast King needed.

Unbeknownst to them, this was also what the Dark Elves desired in a way.

The humans were too powerful, and that posed threats to the Dark Elves too.

After all, the Dark Elves had ruffled quite a few human feathers, having previously raided the Mils Fortress of the Machia Republic.

Once the humans had the chance, they would surely come calling for the Dark Elves.

The lavish conditions set by the Beast King solidified Mork’s wavering resolve.

Perhaps he could use this effort to prolong the situation by ten or even several decades; who knows what changes might unfold then?

Thanks to Mork’s reminder, the Beast King refrained from pursuing Komit and his band who had escaped under the cover of night. Instead, they prepared their soldiers at Malong Fortress to brace for the humans’ next offensive.

Though there were no pursuers catching up, Komit and his crew still dared not let their guard down and kept running south throughout the night.

They ran until dawn broke the next day before finally taking a brief respite.

After a short rest, they continued their mad dash.

No one uttered a word of complaint about the grueling pace.

After all, they were fleeing for their lives, and if they didn’t hurry, they might well lose them.

In their frantic escape, they quickly encountered scouts dispatched by Arthur ahead.

Upon grasping the broad strokes of the situation, the scouts understood the seriousness of it and immediately sent word back to Arthur.

Learning that reinforcements were nearby sent waves of excitement through Komit and his men.

Although the allies had arrived too late to help them defend their camp, knowing they were close by brought great comfort!

Upon receiving the news, Arthur was astonished but also knew he had to hurry to retrieve Komit and learn the full details of the situation.

In the human camp, inside the central military tent.

After hearing Komit’s account of the battle, Arthur nodded thoughtfully.

The crux of everything lay with Mork, the Dark Elf.

He was just too powerful.

Even if the human forces could fend off the combined assault of both the Dark Elves and Orcs, Mork’s overwhelming strength would soon tear a hole in their lines, which the Dark Elves would then exploit to widen the breach.

Having firsthand experience of the battles against the Dark Elves, Komit arrived at a conclusion.

To deal with the Dark Elves, someone needed to restrain Mork.

They didn’t need to defeat Mork; they just needed to hold him down so that he couldn’t focus on anything else.

Listening to Komit’s analysis, Arthur turned his gaze to Airael nearby.

If he remembered correctly, it was Airael and Cain who had managed to hold Mork back when he ambushed Mils Fortress.

“Hey! Don’t look at me! I can’t possibly take on Mork!” Airael quickly exclaimed, feeling Arthur’s gaze upon her.