[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence":3,"chapter-warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-368":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Warlord: Starting with Daily Intelligence",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2338831,4572,"Chapter 368","warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-368",368,"\u003Cp>“This… this… am I seeing things?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re not seeing things—I… I saw it too! Good heavens, who are they? How dare they be so bold?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s right! They’re carrying orc heads and provoking them—why haven’t the orcs torn them apart yet?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I think I recognize one of them—he’s a noble from the Southern Region, named Mil… yes, Baron Mil!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah! Now I remember! They really are Southern Region nobles! Commander Solit assigned them to the valley—so the valley must not have been attacked by orcs!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But how could Southern Region nobles not fear orcs? How dare they come here to provoke the main camp?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nobles exchanged glances, and after careful identification, someone finally recognized Mil and his companions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet everyone at that moment was stunned by Mil’s sheer audacity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is true knightly nobility—courageous, unafraid of danger!” Commander Ryan suddenly spoke, his eyes filled with approval.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had previously belittled the conscripted nobles for undermining his Northern Legion, so he’d shown none of them kindness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, this spontaneous compliment carried immense weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Trouble! Look—the orcs are chasing Baron Mil and his men!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a noble suddenly cried out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mil’s taunting had worked—over a hundred orcs immediately gave chase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did Mil begin to flee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Baron Mil is truly brave!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they watched Mil and his men escape, the nobles felt no contempt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They understood Mil had come to provoke these orcs to ease the burden on the main camp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it were them, given Mil’s chance to escape, they’d have fled at once—never mind the main camp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here they come! Gervas! The orcs are coming!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mil didn’t know his reckless act, spurred entirely by Gervas, had already been hailed by Ryan and the others as the spirit of a fearless knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing over a hundred orcs charging toward them, they didn’t hesitate—they bolted for their lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After running a short distance, they spotted the ambush site ahead; fearing Gervas wasn’t ready, they shouted warnings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the orcs behind paid no mind to human schemes—in their eyes, these two-legged sheep were just more meat to be slaughtered in waves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Baron Mil, don’t worry!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice came from ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Spearmen, rise!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Spearmen, raise your spears!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One hundred spearmen rose from the grass, forming a twenty-meter-wide human wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mil and his men finally exhaled in relief. “Gervas, exactly a hundred orcs—should be fine, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perfect. Just right.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gervas was satisfied—this number allowed the smallest possible losses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One more would be too many; one less would be too few.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Roar! You ignorant two-legged sheep—are you looking for death?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The orcs caught the humans’ contempt and flew into a rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the extra hundred spearmen, they paid them no mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brave orc warriors, tear these two-legged sheep apart!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Roar! Kill!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With shouts, the orcs surged forward toward the spear formation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their fate, of course, was the same as the orcs before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spear formation they’d expected to break easily became an impassable chasm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they roared and shoved aside the front rank of spears, they were met by more gleaming spears from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, crimson blossoms exploded across the orcs’ bodies—like dazzling fireworks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Puff! Puff! Puff!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roar! Roar! Roar!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The orcs let out furious roars—unwilling cries before death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, as Lei Meng had said, even if they screamed until their throats burst, it would do no good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Spearmen, withdraw!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Spearmen, thrust!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Puff! Puff! Puff!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spearmen moved like emotionless reapers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following their formation captain’s orders, they mechanically slaughtered the orcs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though brutal, the orcs were intelligent—they soon realized they couldn’t break through the spear formation head-on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The orc commander roared: “Quick! Attack from both flanks!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though only half his men remained, if they could break the sides, he was certain his orc warriors would still win this battle!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn’t know Mil and his men had been waiting for this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, this was a rare chance to earn glory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All of you, charge! Kill these damn green-skinned monsters! Kill one green-skinned monster—ten silver coins reward! Shared kills count too!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten silver coins?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guards and peasant soldiers widened their eyes—this was no small sum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And shared kills meant greatly reduced risk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, the guards and peasant soldiers no longer feared—they charged toward the orcs on the flanks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the Stormspears’ effortless combat had inspired them—they now knew orcs could be killed!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roar! Roar! Roar!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing the furious charge of guards and peasant soldiers, the orcs soon realized they were trapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, they were too few; second, the spearmen refused to let them go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So they had to defend against the spearmen while also dealing with enemies on both sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you hear that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We heard it… such loud roars—those damn orcs must be thrilled from all the killing!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Baron Mil is probably dead… he was a true knight!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, in the camp, Ryan and the others faintly heard the distant roars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the orcs’ roars, their expressions grew grim—they naturally imagined Mil and his Southern troops being slaughtered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when orcs were drunk on slaughter did they make such ecstatic, pig-like noises!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the orcs’ roars peaked and began to fade, they knew Mil and his men were likely dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I will report this! Mil and his men’s bravery must be remembered by all!” Ryan said solemnly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though posthumous honor was often useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was at least his way of showing respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nobles nodded in unison—no one objected. This was what Baron Mil deserved…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, green-skinned monsters—I’m back!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as everyone mourned Mil’s presumed sacrifice, a shout came from outside the camp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone froze, then stared wide-eyed at the faint figure approaching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There stood Mil and his men—still carrying orc heads, continuing to taunt the orcs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“M…Mil? I… I’m not seeing things, am I?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re not—everyone saw it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But… weren’t they killed by the orcs?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly! Even if the orcs didn’t kill them, where are the orcs?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one answered their questions—not even the orc leader, who wore the same confused expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Roar! Bastards! What happened to our orc warriors?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Earlier, when humans appeared behind them with their kin’s heads, he’d guessed something was wrong with Batuo’s side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But since his own front was still dominant, he ignored it—only sent a hundred men to chase and distract.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, barely seven or eight minutes later, the humans who’d been running away were back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And his warriors? Gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was stunned—and furious.\u003C\u002Fp>",1073,"2026-06-20T22:44:02.338Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e9ec8f621b02a467554d1ec91fc4939b4740a5a4bdf1dd10e6b189591b52b880","warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-369","warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-367",521,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-cover.jpg"]