Chapter 369: The Mad Guards!

"Leader, what do we do?"

"Doni, take two hundred-man squads of elite warriors and go investigate immediately! Find out what's happening—remember, if anything's amiss, pull back and report!"

"Yes, my lord!"

"Look quick, the orcs are moving again—this time, two hundred-man squads!"

The orcs' movements were quickly noticed by Lei Meng and the other nobles; watching the two-hundred-strong orc force chase after them, the nobles felt a mix of emotions.

Under normal circumstances, two hundred orcs could easily fight against two thousand human soldiers.

Because the more orcs there are, the stronger their combat power becomes.

So far, three hundred orcs had been lured away by Mil and the others, significantly easing the pressure on the main camp.

"Mil and his men… they're truly good people!"

"That's right—Mil and his men are true knights!"

Although nobles usually schemed and were selfish in daily life,

they still respected Mil for his selfless sacrifice.

After all, as long as one's mind was sound, everyone carried a hidden place of beauty within their heart.

…

"Gervas, it's bad—two hundred orcs are coming!"

The upright knight, known for his "bravery" and "fearlessness of death," now wore a face full of terror.

He couldn't help but panic—two hundred orcs, twice the expected number.

Who knew if they could hold out!

"Mil, don't be afraid! Lead them here!"

Fortunately, Gervas's voice came again.

And the command to form up the spearmen echoed once more.

As each spearman rose and formed their line, Mil and the others finally felt slightly reassured.

But given the sheer number of orcs, he still asked: "Gervas, are you sure two hundred orcs won't be a problem?"

"Rest easy—I'll have my longsword guards join the battle too!"

With Gervas saying that, Mil had no more hesitation.

Soon, the orcs were drawn close.

"Roar! Charge! Tear apart these humans!" Doni, the orc captain, spotted the hidden spearmen.

But he paid it no mind.

Because these humans before him had yet to prove they could destroy Batto and the hundred previous orc warriors!

"Roar! Kill!"

Same roar, same charge!

"Spear formation—thrust!"

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Roar! Roar! Roar!

And the outcome? Naturally, the same!

Seventeen or eighteen orcs at the front were pierced through like sieves.

The seemingly unstoppable orc charge was abruptly halted!

"This…" Even though Doni had prepared himself mentally,

he hadn't expected these humans to be so powerful.

"Spearmen, withdraw!"

"Spearmen—thrust!"

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Roar! Roar! Roar!

The crisp, synchronized commands continued—another dozen of his men fell.

Doni dared not delay further: "Quick! Flank them on both sides!"

The spearmen were deadly, but not enough to wipe out so many orc warriors.

Their weakness was obvious: no attack power on the flanks!

"Roar! Kill!"

Under his order, most of the orc warriors began flanking.

"Gervas, with so many orcs, our men won't hold!"

Mil and the others shouted out.

These orcs reacted far faster than before.

That meant over one hundred sixty still remained.

With that many orcs in close combat, their guards would be crushed.

"Don't fear! My Storm Guard will support them! Storm Legion—advance!"

Hearing Gervas's words, the Storm Legion immediately joined Mil's guard force.

Mil and the others had no better option—they gritted their teeth: "Guard unit, charge! Ten silver coins for each orc head!"

"Kill!"

In the next instant, the human flanking troops collided with the orcs.

Seeing that only one-fifth of the human force wore armor, while the rest were peasant conscripts in tattered linen, Doni believed these soldiers would be crushed soon.

His gaze turned wary, scanning the surroundings for possible ambushes.

After all, these longsword guards and peasant conscripts had slaughtered too many of his kind already.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

But soon, Doni was stunned to realize he'd miscalculated.

The orc warriors fighting the human flanks were falling one after another, roaring in agony.

He knew exactly what those roars meant—dying orc warriors' rage and despair.

"This… this can't be!"

Doni quickly spotted the problem on the battlefield.

The peasant conscripts were fine—just as weak as ever.

The real issue was the elite human soldiers in leather armor.

They were holding their own against orc warriors—one-on-one.

One-on-one!

Holding their ground!

What an unbelievable sight.

They had no aura, and their height barely reached the orc warriors' chests!

Yet their strength blocked the orcs' Piji.

Without their strength advantage, the orc warriors lost all combat superiority among these humans.

"This… this can't be real—am I seeing things?!"

"Yes! This is insane! How could Gervas's guards have such power? They don't even have aura!"

In truth, it wasn't just Doni the orc who was shocked.

Mil and the other human nobles were even more stunned.

They'd rarely seen Gervas's longsword guards fight before, so they'd always assumed they were roughly equal to their own elite guards.

But now? That wasn't even close.

Even three of their own guards might not defeat one of Gervas's longsword guards.

The strength to fight orcs one-on-one—this was terrifying.

"Well now, my lords, didn't I say it would be fine?" At this point, Gervas, knowing the battle was won, walked up to Mil and the others with a smile.

"Gervas, how did your men achieve this?"

"You know about mana fountains, right? A few months ago, I happened upon a beached ship, and then, by chance, discovered a small mana fountain on a nearby island!"

"My soldiers bathe in its mana daily, hardening their bodies—and that's how they gained this strength!"

Gervas made up a random excuse.

After all, compared to lightning silver fish, a mana fountain was far less likely to draw envy.

"A beached ship… and a mana fountain?" Mil and the others exchanged glances.

But Gervas's explanation was accepted—they had no better alternative, and the evidence was right before them.

"Gervas, you… you're unbelievably lucky! You might as well be the Light God's illegitimate son!"

"Yes! Gervas, you're so enviable!"

"Hah! My lords, no need to envy—I'm bringing you all glory, aren't I?"

"Unfortunately, that mana spring seems to be nearly exhausted—so there won't be many more chances to train soldiers this strong!" Gervas laughed heartily.