Chapter 327: Heroes Judged by Success and Failure

A massive brilliance collided above the city.

Blade light and the scorpion's tail clashed fiercely together.

Yet after only a moment of stalemate, Boom— the blade light shattered, and Mu Yi was driven straight into the earth by the scorpion's tail; a roar, mushroom cloud, crater, and then no one crawled out.

The Beast Prophet laughed triumphantly, then began to dissipate bit by bit; summoning a deity is not easy, he had summoned for two consecutive days, and now he was down to his last breath.

But the Beast Prophet did not care; the orcs' greatest reliance in this world lies in this.

No matter how dazzling a genius appears among other races, no matter how strong or clever the opponent is, under the great power of the deity, all are helpless.

Mu Yi is not the first to die under the deity's power, nor will he be the last.

"Hahahahaha... huh?"

The Beast Prophet's laughing stopped abruptly as he saw Mu Yi crawling out of the crater.

"How could this be..." the Beast Prophet said in disbelief, but he no longer had time to remain shocked.

He could only carry a heart full of doubt and confusion, turning into a speck of spirit light that faded piece by piece into the world.

Mu Yi, crawling from the ground, looked at the dissipating Beast Prophet, a hint of fatigue appearing on his face.

Honestly, this was the closest he had ever felt to death.

The Great Army Cloud hastily gathered was no match for the deity's power; it was smashed head‑on, and the blade intent that could cut everything failed to cleave the divine technique.

Conversely, the True Meaning of Reincarnation kept grinding down the scorpion tail's power, but the time was too short to erase much.

If it weren't for the Military Strategist Glory Set protecting his life, and Chu Yi tossing the Mountain Water Seal onto his own head at the crucial moment to block damage, even if he were immortal he would have been too weak to continue fighting.

Nevertheless, he survived whole, and Mu Yi felt his body steadily recovering, a smile appearing on his face.

He didn't expect that he had become the kind of high‑speed regenerating guy he once despised.

No matter how brutal the process, the result was his total victory.

The deaths of two Legends fully sounded the attack's war horn for Mu Yi's side.

Although the cost was huge, with the Legendary orcs no longer blocking, Mu Yi's weapon swings were unstoppable.

Chu Yi rode with Mu Yi atop the city wall, slaughtering wildly; every armed orc that dared resist was cut down, terrifying the horde, which eventually began to flee.

The turmoil on the front wall even spread to the flanks.

Especially, Mu Yi ordered his men to loudly proclaim that the two Orc Legends had already been slain by him.

The few Legends who had been fighting hard suddenly felt a chill in their hearts, lost the courage to keep fighting, and planned to slip away.

However, on the battlefield, the chief general's premature cowardice would cause the entire army to collapse together.

"Die!"

A blood‑red aura surged, the colossal orc roared, and swung its massive battle‑axe straight at Yang Tiancheng.

Clang!

The spear parried the axe with a whine, but under the massive force the wall collapsed, and Yang Tiancheng was buried into the ground.

The colossal orc did not press the advantage, but turned and fled toward the distance; the tide had turned, and it did not wish to stay.

Though it was in Frenzy, its mind remained clear and it did not lose reason.

"Don't think you can run!"

Yang Tiancheng roared, leapt violently from the ground, and hurled his spear like lightning.

The colossal orc turned with his massive axe to block, but was horrified to find Yang Tiancheng and his spear appearing simultaneously before it.

"I will not tolerate such cowardice!"

Yang Tiancheng seized the rebounding spear, roared, slipped past the axe's guard, and thrust the spear straight through the colossal orc's chest.

He twisted with force, spinning himself and the spear together like a helix, piercing the colossal orc's torso and carving a huge gash of flesh and blood.

The colossal orc's body crashed down with a boom, slamming the ground; blood gushed like a burst dam, and its body shrank rapidly, finally revealing its true form.

"So it's a Wild Boar?"

Yang Tiancheng looked somewhat surprised at the orc who had shown his original appearance.

Honestly, the opponent was quite a handful; its strength and physique surpassed his, and with divine technique added, it was like a road‑roller.

Each weapon clash gave Yang Tiancheng's body a jolt; outwardly he seemed fine, but his organs churned nonstop, and if Inner Qi hadn't steadied his body, he might not even be able to stand now.

Being able to slay the foe was also thanks to the good news from Mu Yi's side.

He didn't know if it was true or false, but that massive clash just now couldn't have been faked.

From the moment the opponent heard that two Legends had fallen, its spirit became unsettled; the once‑rampant momentum waned, becoming timid.

If not for that, he really wouldn't have seized such a good chance.

"Lost to him again!"

Yang Tiancheng looked toward Mu Yi's direction and sighed; the last time the Hundred Families Assembly lost they could still argue, but this loss was truly convincing.

The city they had struggled to capture for so long, Mu Yi turned the tide in just one day.

Honestly, the Beast Prophet hadn't even used that summoning deity technique against them before; if the opponent had used it the first time they met, they probably wouldn't have survived.

In other words, they didn't even qualify to have the opponent summon a deity.

"Is the gap really that huge?"

Yang Tiancheng couldn't help self‑doubt; although he knew from Wei Qing's special regard for Mu Yi that he wasn't simple, he hadn't expected the gap to be so vast.

He took a deep breath, suppressed all distracting thoughts, for the war was not over; now was not the time to think of this.

"Soldiers, heed the order: the enemy commander is dead, follow me and charge into the city!"

Hoisting a Wild Boar's corpse, Yang Tiancheng shouted and lunged at the other orcs.

Shouts of battle rang across the fields, and the elite corps hidden beside the mountains were stunned.

"What's the situation?" Corps commander Wei Ke asked softly, appointed by Wei Qing.

"Sir commander, from the light‑shadow reconnaissance it appears we have won!"

A thousand-man commander beside Wei Ke reported back.

"We won, just because of those trash?" Wei Ke was somewhat incredulous.

However, he also knew clearly that the thousand-man commander beside him was an elite of the Fifth Refinement; although the refinement grants ten‑all‑round Elite Talent, this commander specialized in light‑shadow reconnaissance as a scout elite, and would certainly not be mistaken.

"It seems it's the credit of that newly arrived officer!" Wei Ke said, squinting.

"Brothers, rally your spirits; since the city has already won, the next battle is ours!"

"Whether we can catch the big fish depends on this round!" Wei Ke turned his head and ordered the elites behind him.

He simply refused to obey Yang Tiancheng and the others' orders, unwilling to let his brothers die pointlessly under a fool's command; this does not mean he is cowardly.

"Formation, prepare to meet the enemy!"

Upon hearing the order, the elites silently began preparations, each placing their weapons and gear where most convenient, then naturally forming a formation with their comrades.

They casually crouched, using their Instinctual habits to adjust themselves to peak condition; being elites, they needed no extra instructions to do so.

They may appear slack and loose, but at a single command they can enter optimal combat state.

"Since we have orders to ambush here, we must not let these beasts slip away!"

Before Wei Ke's words even finished, he saw a group of beasts fleeing in panic from the city, charging toward the mountains.

And behind them, a small cavalry unit was in pursuit.

Although the fleeing beasts numbered over a thousand, they were being cut down by only dozens of cavalry, clearly utterly routed.

The beastly rout, completely lacking fighting will, seemed to intend to use the mountains' complex terrain to escape.

When the fleeing beasts neared the mountains, Wei Ke immediately raised Cloud Energy, forcefully pressing the entire army's momentum toward the enemy.

As officers under Wei Qing, they sometimes received hands‑on guidance from the war‑god Wei Qing himself; the tactics and secrets they mastered were even richer than those of younger officers like Mu Yi and Yang Tiancheng.

The many fleeing beasts suddenly felt their bodies become abruptly heavy, as if a great mountain were pressing down on them.

"Kill!" a great roar erupted, and thousands of elites let out their battle cries in unison.

Wei Ke summoned the Great Army Cloud, delivering a fierce blow to a Legend at the front of the fleeing beasts, then without hesitation spurred his horse and charged forward with his personal guard.

Arrows rained down, crossbow bolts shot together.

Caught off guard, a large batch of beasts were quickly shot dead; the remaining beasts either dodged or parried, managing only to survive.

In just a few breaths, hundreds of beasts fell.

The frontline elite soldiers, bearing large shields, formed a solid shield wall that pushed horizontally toward the beasts, while cavalry squads on both flanks slipped out to encircle the fleeing beasts.

The distance between the two sides was short, and before these elites it vanished in an instant.

The frontmost sword‑and‑shield troops almost simultaneously hurled their large shields toward the enemy; at such close range, the big round shield struck heavily, toppling the oncoming beasts.

Without waiting for the beasts to rise, spears thrust from behind the sword‑and‑shield troops, piercing the beasts lying on the ground.

Almost at a glance, rows of front‑facing beasts fell; these elite soldiers employed complex techniques according to the battlefield situation.

These elites, almost all having undergone Triple Refinement, unleashed absolute suppressive power; even the beastly Legend's divine technique, which boosted the beasts' combat ability, could not change the situation.

The beasts empowered by divine technique were only barely comparable to the troops under Mu Yi, let alone these Triple‑Refinement elites.

Moreover, the beasts' nightmare did not end there; before they could stabilize their front, cavalry from both flanks surged forward with a charge, cutting a path of wreckage.

Exquisite tactical coordination, combined with the elite soldiers' formidable qualities, resulted in a crushing defeat for the fleeing beasts; some even discarded their weapons and knelt, begging for mercy.

Faith can make one forget life and death, yet sometimes life and death can make one forget faith.

The beastly Legend was shocked and angry, but he had no time to deal with these beasts who had abandoned faith.

Wei Ke led his personal guard to surround them, long spears continuously thrust from all sides, and with Wei Ke's entanglement at the front, he could not fend them off; holes appeared on his body one after another.

This is a formation Wei Qing specially created for masters, designed to encircle and kill opponents of equal rank; even without Wei Ke's restraint, it could sacrifice to surround and slay the beast.

The beastly Legend could not withstand the encirclement; having already been wounded by the siege officer while trying to flee, and now continuously attacked, his injuries worsened, his strength began to wane, and his movements became distorted.

Wei Ke seized the opportunity and beheaded him with a single slash, bringing the siege battle to a close.

Because of Mu Yi's arrangement, not a single beast escaped from Cold Leaf City.

Wei Ke, leading the elite corps, was like a wall of despairing sighs, intercepting every beast attempting to flee the city.

When Mu Yi and others quelled the battle in the city, a mountain of corpses already rose before Wei Ke's side.

"Well done!" Seeing the scarred Wei Ke and the mountain of beast corpses, Mu Yi couldn't help but feel a touch of respect for him.

He fully executed his orders, letting no beast escape; the two fleeing beastly Legends both died beneath this copper‑wall iron‑shield.

Mu Yi looked at the elite corps soaked in blood, said little, and directly used the Fifth Sacrifice Elite Talent to offer the corpse mountain, channeling the returned power into the elites' bodies to help them recover.

Although it was the wrap‑up, the beasts slain by these elites far exceeded those killed by Mu Yi and others; almost every elite dispatched ten times as many beasts, and in the end even Wei Ke bore severe injuries.

It shows how crazy these beasts, whose way of life was cut off, became.

"One must fulfill one's duty, not seek the general's praise!"

Wei Ke showed great respect toward Mu Yi, but his attitude toward Yang Tiancheng and the others remained the same; although the victory eased things a bit, it was still far from good.

Obviously, in their view, any officer who could lead them to victory deserved their highest respect.

But Yang Tiancheng and his men currently lack that capability.

The ornate sedan was carried by the crowd; Wei Ke showed respect, and Mu Yi went along, letting Wei Ke write a battle report to present to General Wei.

"Later we will need General to write a battle report and send someone to deliver the situation here to General Wei!"

Since he was essentially reinforcement and hadn't experienced the first two defeats, it wasn't appropriate for him to report these matters; letting Yang Tiancheng and others write the report would be biased, so in the end they could only ask Wei Ke to write it.

"Understood!"

Wei Ke was somewhat surprised, but since Mu Yi could win battles, he would fully obey Mu Yi; handling such a minor task was no problem.

He also added no embellishment, reporting all circumstances faithfully, stating only facts without any subjective judgment.

Nevertheless, even so, this highlighted Mu Yi's importance; after all, the first two defeats were real, and Mu Yi turned the situation around.