Chapter 391: Lord Harry is Still the Most Perfect!

The one laughing heartily was naturally Adams.

Upon arriving near the Grey Shiqiao, he learned the number of orcs truly did not exceed one thousand.

Indeed, at this moment only six or seven hundred remained, which made him immediately laugh with his mouth wide open.

This was hardly a battle; it was as easy as picking up a bargain.

The troops he brought were all elite soldiers, not serf levies.

Therefore, six or seven hundred orcs could absolutely be easily defeated.

Moreover, he also saw that over two thousand noble soldiers had charged out from the Grey Shiqiao camp.

With such numbers, defeating the orcs was no simpler than picking up a bargain?

"Yes, Young Master Adams!"

Hearing his young master's order, Daric dared not delay any further.

At this moment, he too knew this was absolutely a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to snatch merit.

"Marquis Marquis Aosiding Infantry Regiment, charge!"

"Kill!"

In an instant, cries of battle filled the area beside the Grey Shiqiao.

However, this time the human battle cries drowned out the orcish roars.

"Quick, damn it, cross the bridge quickly, do not block here!"

Watching the orcish warriors die miserably under the human siege, Babic's heart bled.

However, the current situation clearly was not something that could be rushed.

Indeed, as the human assault from behind grew more fierce, the situation at the bridgehead became increasingly chaotic.

The orcish race, once feared by humans for their ferocity and fearlessness, finally showed some panic at this moment.

"My Lord Chief, let us go; the servant army is already dead. If we delay any longer, you will not be able to leave either!"

"I..." Babic wanted to say he could not return to explain to Chief Molar.

But he also knew that dying here would be even more useless.

"Let us go!"

The grieving and furious Babic finally departed.

Fleeing in panic with over a hundred subordinates.

And the remaining orcish forces, whether the servant army or the Behemoth orcs, were all slaughtered clean!

"Victory! We have defeated the orcs! Haha!"

Soon, cheers echoed around the Grey Shiqiao.

Adams was also full of excitement. "Haha, victory! Commander Daric, we have won! We have killed hundreds of orcs!"

"Yes, Young Master Adams, we have killed at least five hundred orcs and over a thousand orcish servant soldiers!" Commander Daric's face was also covered in smiles.

Five hundred orcish heads; this was absolutely a feat worthy of boasting.

In the past, to achieve such a feat, one would have to suffer casualties three or four times, or even four or five times greater.

But this time, their casualties did not even reach five hundred.

The ratio of losses to results was simply unprecedented.

Additionally, they had also slain over a thousand servant soldiers.

"Five hundred orcish heads; when we return this time, let us see who dares to say I, Adams, have never been on the Northern Battlefield!" Adams' face was full of excitement.

At this moment, Adams happened to spot Mil and others not far away. "Let us go over and take a look!"

"Gervas, are you really not going to take a look?"

"Hmm, I am not fond of socializing, especially with high nobles. You go ahead; if anyone asks about me later, just say I am tired and have returned to rest first!"

Having finished speaking, without waiting for Mil and others to say anything further, Gervas turned directly back toward the camp.

Mil and others looked at each other in silence.

Such an opportunity to befriend a high noble, yet Gervas walked away without even looking back.

However, thinking of Gervas's abilities, they felt relieved.

Indeed, with Gervas's capabilities, he would rise steadily even without deliberately currying favor with high nobles.

Seeing that high noble approaching them, Mil and others dared not be negligent and hurriedly went forward to meet him.

After all, the other party had rescued their group.

"Greetings, respected my lord. Thank you for your army rescuing us. I am Mil. May I ask how your lordship is addressed?"

"You are the Mil who was announced to the entire army earlier?" Adams looked surprised.

"Uh, yes, my lord!"

"Baron Mil, I am Adams. My father is Hou Jue Marquis Marquis Aosiding! I have heard your name before. Seeing you now indeed does not disappoint me; you actually managed to hold off a surprise attack by one thousand orcs and three thousand servant soldiers with only three thousand men!"

"By the way, you must have also slain quite a few orcs, correct?"

"Yes, my lord Adams, we slew about three or four hundred orcish warriors and over a thousand servant soldiers."

"However, we still need to thank my lord Adams. If your lordship had not arrived in time, we would likely have been in danger!" Although Mil and others' expressions remained respectful, their waists had straightened slightly.

After all, their achievements tonight were also brilliant enough... hmm, although most of them belonged to Gervas.

"Hahaha!" Adams was equally delighted, accepting the other party's flattery without any refusal.

Because he believed he truly had saved these minor nobles.

Of course, while delighted, he also remembered the person in his heart who almost rivaled Lord Harry.

"By the way, is there not also a Viscount Gervas among you?"

"Uh, Lord Adams, Viscount Gervas is indeed stationed with us at Greystone Bridge!"

"Then which one is Viscount Gervas?" Adams was actually curious about what Gervas looked like.

"Sorry, Lord Adams, Viscount Gervas was too exhausted from the recent battle and has already gone back to rest!"

"Battle exhaustion? Already gone back to rest?" Adams felt utterly baffled.

"Yes, Lord Adams, Viscount Gervas usually sleeps quite early, and the recent battle was quite fierce, so, to say he is somewhat exhausted and needs to go back to rest!"

Adams felt something was off, but didn't pay it much mind.

"However, I now feel even more that Lord Harry is the most perfect, not only wise, brilliant, and brave, but also free of these peculiar flaws!" Adams muttered to himself.

And just at that moment, a subordinate rushed over and reported something in his ear.

Adams froze, immediately turned around, and saw his own father riding a horse towards him.

"Father! Were you following me all along?"

"Adams, do not blame Father; I was truly a bit uneasy, but now it seems my worry was unnecessary!" Hou Jue Marquis Marquis Aosiding beamed with joy.

His son's great victory made him happier than if he himself had won a battle.

Although Adams felt somewhat depressed, he understood this was his father's care for him.

"Father, I do not blame you, but now you should not worry anymore, right? Harry... um, his intelligence was accurate!"

"Hmm, Adams, this time our Marquis Marquis Aosiding family owes a favor!" Marquis Marquis Aosiding nodded; indeed, he had not fully trusted Harry's message.

However, this could not be blamed on him.

This was also important news; Harry actually said he would send it and just sent it.

If it were him, under no circumstances would he give this news away to others for free.

After all, such an opportunity to earn merit was enough for the King to grant a Baron title.

Even for a Hou Jue family, a hereditary Baron slot was also very important.

Because this was not a split from within the family, but obtained from the outside.

"Father, I will convey it to Ha... him then!" Adams nodded happily.

A favor promised in person by his father was very heavy.

Although for someone with Lord Harry's background, it might not count as too heavy.

But it could still represent the family's sincerity and attitude!