Chapter 98: Night Raid

Giant Cedar District, Fourth Defense Zone Outer City.

After Hu Jie arrived here with his team, he discovered that there were more survivors here than he had imagined.

"Hu Jie! You're actually still alive!" Xia Dijing said excitedly after seeing Ye Peng return with a team, walking forward and discovering Hu Jie beside Ye Peng.

"Old Xia? I never thought I'd see you here!" Hu Jie said with a bitter smile as he extended his right hand. "Sigh, the state of the Outer City—it's all our fault for failing to hold the Orcs at the front lines, which led to this tragedy."

"This isn't your fault; it's all the fault of those damn Orcs and that group of inactive high-ranking officials in the Inner City. We have already done our best to fight the Orcs, haven't we?" Xia Dijing said, comforting Hu Jie.

"Damn it, stop being so sentimental here. The Task the Emperor gave me hasn't been completed yet, don't waste time!" A rough voice interrupted their conversation; the hat-wearing Catachan hunk in the team said impatiently.

"Alright, let's enter the gathering place first," Xia Dijing said with a smile, having already gained an understanding of these muscular hunks' personalities.

The group entered the Giant Cedar District Guerrilla Gathering Place, and the hat-wearing Catachan hunk took his few brothers to find other Catachan hunks within the gathering place.

"What's wrong with them? Why are they in such a hurry?" Xia Dijing asked, looking at Ye Peng with confusion.

"I met the person they call the Emperor," Ye Peng said slowly.

"You saw him? What kind of person is he?" Xia Dijing's curiosity was piqued; he was very curious about what someone who could command the Loyalty of such physically formidable soldiers actually looked like.

"Hmm... how should I put it? He is about 2.6 meters tall, physically strong, doesn't look very old, and is relatively friendly toward us," Ye Peng recalled.

Just as the two were conversing, the hat-wearing Catachan hunk brought out more than 40 Catachan Warriors, the Catachan hunks behind him looking excited.

"Hahaha, those brothers who missed this operation, I can only say sorry!"

"Damn it, I've long wanted to finish off those Orcs!"

Ye Peng and Xia Dijing watched as the hat-wearing Catachan hunk led the group away.

"What did they go off to do?" Xia Dijing asked.

"They probably have a Task. That person known as the Emperor went alone to raid the Orc troops attacking the Inner City."

"Alone?" Xia Dijing doubted for a moment if he had heard correctly; wouldn't going alone be a suicide mission?

"I'm not sure. He should have some methods, otherwise how could he go alone? It's also possible that there are soldiers following him," Ye Peng replied.

Gray Fur was an Orc Sentinel in the Wastestone District camp; its right eye was already blind, but this was an injury it sustained on the battlefield for the honor of the Beast Race, symbolizing its medal.

It was all the fault of that damn Two-legged Sheep; its bizarre ability prevented its eye from growing back.

It was so angry that after catching that Two-legged Sheep, it tortured it severely. That Two-legged Sheep actually had some backbone, holding on for 3 days before taking its last breath, making it the Two-legged Sheep that lasted the longest in the camp.

"Gray Fur, have you heard? Priest Mailun's place was attacked by the Two-legged Sheep unit that has been harassing the Outer City," an Orc said, stuffing a Two-legged Sheep eyeball into its mouth.

"Those Two-legged Sheep are that bold? They dare to attack Priest Mailun's troops?" Gray Fur looked at its colleague with surprise.

"Isn't that so? It's said that when they were sent out to find those Two-legged Sheep with heavy firepower, they found nothing. Isn't it eerie? There were only some traces where the cannons were fired, but no traces of a retreat," another Orc said, wiping the blood from its mouth.

"Then does that mean we won't be harassed by those Two-legged Sheep here? To be honest, I really haven't slept well for several days; those Two-legged Sheep are truly too troublesome. Like flies," the Orc who spoke first said.

"You guys chat, I have to go to the sentry post," Gray Fur said to its two colleagues, patting the dirt off its body before leaving.

Arriving at its sentry post and swapping shifts with a Sentinel, Gray Fur looked at the dim ruins outside; there was nothing unusual.

"Ha... ah, since the Two-legged Sheep unit harassing the Outer City is attacking the Inner City troops, there shouldn't be any Two-legged Sheep coming to harass us here," Gray Fur yawned and rubbed its left eye.

Just then, an Orc Search Squad was escorting more than 30 survivors back. One of the Orcs saw Gray Fur, and with a deep scar on the right side of its face and an ugly smile, it shouted to Gray Fur, "Gray Fur! Look! Another batch of fresh Two-legged Sheep!"

Gray Fur looked at the few young lambs in the Two-legged Sheep group, swallowed its saliva, and said with a smile.

"Hahaha, not bad, those few lambs look good. I just don't know if the leader will share a few with us so the brothers can have a taste!"

"There are quite a few Two-legged Sheep in this area; there will definitely be a share for us! I'll take these Two-legged Sheep into the sheep pen first," the Orc said, and entered the camp with the accompanying Orcs.

"Woo~"

"Woo~"

Melodious singing drifted out from the camp, accompanied by the Orcs' happy cheers and laughter, echoing in the tranquil night sky.

This joyous atmosphere lasted for a long time, until late at night, when the sounds in the camp gradually subsided. The entire camp was shrouded in darkness, with only the bright bonfire still burning fiercely, reflecting the figures of the surrounding Orc soldiers.

At this time, only a few figures were moving in the camp; they were the Sentinels and Patrol Squads responsible for night guard duty.

And not far from the camp, there was a patch of dim ruins.

In these ruins, a group of mysterious Catachan hunks wearing red bandanas on their heads were hiding. At this moment, they were quietly watching the Beast Race camp ahead; they were seasoned hunters, already prepared to hunt.

Following the signal from the hat-wearing Catachan hunk, the 42 Catachan hunks quickly separated, weaving through the abandoned buildings. Although this was not the jungle they were familiar with, their formidable physiques and rich combat experience remained their most powerful weapons.

Gray Fur stood on the sentry tower, not noticing that a Catachan hunk was already skillfully climbing up below the tower; its movements did not make a sound.

"I wonder if the leader will share a few Two-legged Sheep lambs with us tomorrow? It's been a long time since I tasted the flavor of a lamb." Just as Gray Fur was imagining the deliciousness of the Two-legged Sheep lamb, it suddenly felt a strange smell coming from behind. It grew alert, gripped the large gun in its hand, and prepared to turn around to check the situation.