Chapter 383: Leaking Secrets to the Orcs!

"Baron Mil? Are you planning to..."

Solit instantly widened his eyes in shock, staring at Willard.

Although he considered himself a man who would stop at nothing to climb the ladder.

But he could never sink to Willard's level of utter madness.

He did intend to use Gwys as a token of loyalty, but he had no real intention of killing Mil or the others—he wanted to win them over instead.

Yet he never expected that Willard, to eliminate Gwys, was prepared to sacrifice Mil, who had already delivered two crucial victories.

This alone proves Willard's ruthlessness—but then again, the plan is truly brilliant.

Mil led the Southern Army twice to thwart the orcs' schemes.

Especially during the ambush at Emerald Valley—the orcs must despise Mil intensely; if we can get this information to them...

The orcs will surely be unable to resist acting.

But the problem is...

This isn't merely framing a noble—it's treason, collusion with the enemy, even betrayal of the human race.

If discovered, we won't just be branded eternal traitors in history—we'll face execution, with no one able to save us.

Seeing Solit's concern, Willard remained utterly calm.

"Lord Solit, what do you think of my plan?"

"Of course, I understand your reservations—is this not an act of betrayal against the kingdom?"

"I believe the answer is obvious—we're only targeting that brat!"

"In doing so, though we sacrifice a few nobles, the kingdom as a whole suffers no loss!"

"Therefore, this is undoubtedly the best course of action!"

"I'm certain the orcs, upon hearing this news, will take it extremely seriously—even if they send only a thousand orcs, they'll eliminate Gwys outright!"

Solit fell into a brief silence.

The plan was indeed excellent.

Given Mil's two documented victories, the orcs would never let him live if they learned of it.

If a thousand orcs truly arrive, not even Mil and Gwys, along with several other southern nobles, would survive!

"Lord Willard, your plan is indeed clever—but how will you contact the orcs? How can you guarantee the message reaches them without fail?"

"Remember, patrols are everywhere—if they spot even a suspicious figure, they won't hesitate to kill him, regardless of whether he's an orc or not!"

"Lord Solit, that's precisely why I came to you—I know the northern roads are swarming with patrols these past two days!"

"But the patrols, for safety's sake, only operate during daylight and retreat to the checkpoints at night."

"So all you need to do, as deputy commander of the vanguard, is arrange a gap in the checkpoint guarding the main road—then my messenger can slip through undetected to the orc camp!" Willard had clearly planned every detail.

"Are your men trustworthy? This cannot be leaked under any circumstances!" Solit remained uneasy.

Willard smiled, knowing the matter was now settled: "Rest assured, Lord Solit—my man is utterly reliable... because once he's dead, the secret dies with him."

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That night!

On the northern road, about five miles from Redstone City, the western contingent of the vanguard camped here.

With a makeshift wooden fort, they had severed all traffic between Redstone City and the north, preventing orcs from infiltrating the city and cutting off spies from sending messages to them.

By the crackling campfire, the two barons leading the unit were dozing off.

Yet, the two still dared not truly relax into sleep.

Because the orcs were just five miles away—if they suddenly attacked, their lives could be lost.

"Deputy Commander Solit!!"

At that moment, a soldier's greeting rang out, snapping the two barons awake.

Solit arrived at the campfire beside the wall, accompanied by several servants.

"Hail, Deputy Commander Solit!"

The two barons immediately rose and bowed respectfully—he was not only deputy commander of the vanguard but also a member of the Crackstone family; they dared not show any disrespect.

"Baron Nathan, Baron Jett, no need for formalities—how is the situation tonight?" Solit smiled, deliberately glancing toward the camp's perimeter.

"Deputy Commander Solit, our main force has already reached the outskirts of Redstone City; the orcs won't dare act rashly—so everything remains calm!"

"Good. As deputy commander, I sincerely hope every man in the vanguard returns home safely!"

"Thank you, Deputy Commander Solit!" The two barons immediately bowed deeply in gratitude.

Seeing the groundwork laid, Solit gestured to his servants behind him, who brought a roasted elk and several jugs of wine.

"Baron Nathan, Baron Jett, come—since you're still on duty so late, let me treat you!"

"This...?" Nathan and Jett were both astonished and moved.

"Don't be modest—I went to the main camp today and bought this elk myself. I couldn't finish it alone, and eating alone is dull. Everyone else is asleep, so I came to you—just consider it company for a drink!"

The two barons had been guarding the camp all night and were already starving.

The aroma of the roasted elk made them hesitate no longer.

The three sat together beneath the camp wall, eating and drinking.

The surrounding guards, watching, swallowed hard, their mouths watering.

"Here, give some to the soldiers too—there's plenty left; consider this my reward for their vigilance!"

The servants immediately bowed and cut off several pieces of meat, carrying them to the wall for the guards.

"Thank you, Deputy Commander Solit!"

Instantly, the guards were overwhelmed with gratitude, eagerly accepting and savoring the meat.

Nathan and Jett, seeing this, naturally had no objections.

A few bites of meat wouldn't interfere with their duty.

But they didn't realize that, during this brief moment of feasting, a figure lay flat on the ground across the dirt road, silently slipping past the checkpoint.

That man was Al, Willard's messenger.

He traveled to the forward camp on Willard's behalf to deliver the letter to Solit.

Of course, compared to this mission, delivering a message to the vanguard camp before was nothing at all.

He was willing to risk his life delivering the letter to those bloodthirsty orcs.

Not only because Willard ordered him to obey.

More importantly, Willard had promised him twenty gold coins.

Ten had already been paid; the other ten would be given upon completion.

That was twenty gold coins—the sum he could never earn in twenty years.

So he decided to take the risk.

Because if he succeeded, he wouldn't just gain this fortune—he'd also earn the cabinet official's promise of a better position.

Because if successful, not only would he obtain this large sum of money, but also secure a better position promised by the cabinet officials.