Chapter 368: The Brave Knight!

"This... this... am I seeing things?"

"Not seeing things, I... I saw it too! Oh my, who is that? How dare they be so bold?"

"Yes! Daring to provoke with an orc's head, the orcs will tear them apart!"

"I think I recognize them, one of them seems to be a noble from the Southern Region, should be called Mil... yes, Baron Mil!"

"Ah! I remember too! It really seems to be nobles from the Southern Region! They were assigned by Vice-Commander Solit to the valley, so the valley must not have been attacked by orcs!"

"But, do the nobles of the Southern Region not fear the orcs? How dare they come to the main camp to provoke?!"

The nobles looked at each other, and after identification, someone finally recognized Mil and the others.

However, everyone was now shocked by the boldness of Mil and the others.

"This is a true knightly noble, brave, unafraid of danger!" Commander Ryan suddenly spoke, his eyes filled with approval.

You must know, he had previously belittled the Northern Legion for conscripting nobles, so he had never shown a good face to any conscripted noble.

Now, a voluntary word of praise, one can imagine the weight behind it.

"Not good, look at those orcs, they are going to pursue Baron Mil and the others!"

At this moment, a noble suddenly cried out in alarm.

It turned out that Mil and the others' teasing had worked, and immediately over a hundred orcs went to pursue them.

Seeing this, Mil finally began to flee!

"Baron Mil is indeed brave!"

Watching Mil and the others flee, the nobles did not despise them.

Because they knew clearly that Mil came to provoke these orcs, surely to reduce the burden on their main camp.

If it were themselves, with such an opportunity to escape like Mil, they would probably leave at the first chance, not caring about the main camp at all.

"They're here! Gervas! The orcs are here!"

Mil did not know that his reckless act was entirely instigated by Gervas; in the eyes of Ryan and the others, it had already become the spirit of a brave knight, unafraid of death.

Seeing over a hundred orcs charging towards them, they immediately began to run for their lives without hesitation.

After running for a while, seeing the designated ambush spot from afar, fearing Gervas was not ready, they immediately began to shout out a reminder.

Fortunately, the orcs behind did not care if the humans had a plot; in their eyes, two-legged sheep were just two-legged sheep, no matter how many, as long as they killed a few more rounds, they could crush them.

"Baron Mil, do not worry!"

At this moment, a response came from the front.

"Spearmen, rise!"

"Kill!"

"Spearmen, raise spears!"

"Kill!"

One hundred spearmen rose from the grass, then formed a human wall twenty meters wide.

Mil and the others finally breathed a huge sigh of relief, "Gervas, not too many, not too few, exactly over a hundred orcs, should be no problem, right?"

"Very good, just right!"

Gervas was very satisfied; this number could be resolved with minimal loss.

A bit more would be too many, a bit less would be too few.

"Hoo hoo! You ignorant two-legged sheep, are you looking for death?"

The orcs also slightly heard the contempt between the humans, and instantly flew into a rage.

As for the extra hundred spearmen, they were completely unmoved.

"Orc warriors, tear apart these two-legged sheep!"

"Hoo! Kill!"

Amidst the shouts of killing, these orcs rushed towards the spear formation with a whoosh.

And their fate, naturally, was the same as the previous orcs.

The spear formation they thought they could easily break through became an impassable chasm for their orc warriors.

Roaring to block the long spears, what greeted them were more gleaming long spears from behind.

Then, colorful blood flowers exploded on the orcs' bodies, like brilliant fireworks.

Poo poo poo!

Hoo hoo hoo!

The orcs let out a series of roars, this was their unwillingness before death.

Of course, just as Lei Meng said, even if these guys screamed their throats hoarse, it would be useless.

"Spearmen! Withdraw!"

"Spearmen! Thrust!"

Poo poo poo!

The spearmen seemed to be emotionless harvesting machines.

Under the orders of the formation captain, they mechanically harvested the orcs.

Of course, although the orcs were fierce, they possessed intelligence after all, and soon realized they could not break through the spear formation head-on.

The orc captain leading them roared: "Quick, start attacking from the two sides of these two-legged sheep."

Although only about half of his subordinates remained, as long as they could break through the formations on the two sides, he firmly believed that their orc warriors could still win this battle!

It's just that he did not know that Mil and the others had been waiting for a long time.

Because this was a rare opportunity to earn merit.

"All, hear my command: charge forward and kill these damn green-skins! For each green-skin killed, a reward of ten silver coins; joint kills count equally!"

Ten silver coins?

The guards and serf-soldiers widened their eyes; this was absolutely no small sum.

Moreover, joint kills were allowed, which also meant the risk was greatly reduced.

"Kill!"

Immediately, the guards and serf-soldiers, no longer afraid, rushed toward the orcs on both flanks.

After all, the easy defense by the Storm Lancers had boosted their morale, making them realize that orcs could indeed be killed!

Roar, roar, roar!

Facing the guards and serf-soldiers charging with fierce momentum, the orcs soon discovered they were being miserably surrounded.

First, their numbers were too few; second, the Lancers refused to let them go.

Thus, they had to guard against the Lancers while also finding ways to deal with the enemies on both flanks.

"Did you hear that?"

"I heard it... such a loud roar; these damn orcs must be too excited from the slaughter!"

"Lord Mil is likely in grave danger... he is a true knight!"

Meanwhile, inside the camp, Ryan and the others faintly heard the roars coming from the perimeter.

Facing these orc roars, everyone's expressions grew solemn, as they naturally imagined a scene where Mil and the Southern Legion were being slaughtered by the orcs.

It was only when the orcs were excited by the slaughter that they let out such excited pig-like squeals!

As the orcs' roars passed their peak and gradually subsided, everyone knew that Mil and the others were likely in grave danger.

"I will report this matter! Mil and their bravery should be remembered by all!" Ryan said solemnly, suddenly speaking up.

Although posthumous honors are sometimes useless.

But it is at least a gesture of his goodwill.

The nobles nodded one after another; no one objected. This was what Lord Mil deserved...

"Hey, green-skins, I'm back!"

Just as everyone was deeply regretting the sacrifice of Mil and the others, a shout suddenly came from outside the camp.

"Uh..."

Everyone first froze, then widened their eyes, staring at the vaguely discernible figure.

There they saw Mil and the others still holding several orcs, constantly taunting the orc forces.

"Mi... Mil? I... I'm not seeing things, am I?"

"Seems I'm not seeing things, because everyone sees it!"

"But the problem is... weren't they killed by the orcs..."

"Yes? Even if the orcs didn't kill the few of them, where are those orcs?"

No one answered the group's confusion; even the orc leader wore a face full of question marks.

"Roar! Damn it, what's going on with these humans? Where are our orc warriors?"

Earlier, when humans appeared in the rear carrying the heads of their own kin, he had deduced that something was wrong with Bato's side.

However, since the battle here was still in their favor, he had ignored it, merely sending over a hundred subordinates to pursue and pin them down.

But now, in less than seven or eight short minutes, the humans who had just been chased away had actually returned.

And his own warrior subordinates were nowhere to be seen.

This left him both shocked and furious.