Chapter 391: Lord Harry Is Still the Most Perfect!

The man laughing heartily was naturally Adamas.

When they reached near the Gray Stone Bridge and learned the orcs' numbers truly did not exceed a thousand.

In fact, there were now only six or seven hundred left, making him grin broadly.

This wasn't a battle—it was as easy as picking up easy gains.

All the troops he brought were elite soldiers, not peasant conscripts.

So, six or seven hundred orcs could be easily wiped out.

Moreover, he saw over two thousand noble soldiers charging out from the Gray Stone Bridge encampment.

With such numbers, wiping out the orcs was as simple as picking up easy gains?

"Yes, Young Master Adamas!"

Hearing his young master's order, Darik dared not delay a moment.

He knew now this was a once-in-a-lifetime chance to earn merit.

"Austin Infantry Regiment, charge!"

"Kill!"

Suddenly, the area around the Gray Stone Bridge erupted with cries of battle.

But this time, the human shouts drowned out the orc roars.

"Hurry, damn it, cross the bridge, don't block here!"

Watching the orc warriors die one after another under the human assault, Babik's heart bled.

But the current situation clearly couldn't be rushed.

As the human assault grew fiercer from behind, the bridgehead grew even more chaotic.

The orcs, once feared as ruthless and fearless in human memory, were finally beginning to panic.

"Lord Chief, leave now—the slave troops are all dead. If you delay further, you won't escape either!"

"I…" Babik wanted to say he couldn't face Lord Moral without returning.

But he knew if he died here, he'd be useless.

"Let's go!"

The grieving Babik finally left.

Fleeing hastily with over a hundred subordinates.

The remaining orc forces—whether slave troops or minotaurs—were all slaughtered clean!

"Victory! We've defeated the orcs! Ha ha!"

Soon, cheers rang out across the Gray Stone Bridge.

Adamas was beaming with excitement, "Ha ha, victory! Commander Darik, we've won! We've killed hundreds of orcs!"

"Yes, Young Master Adamas, we've killed at least five hundred orcs and over a thousand orc slave troops!" Commander Darik's face was also full of smiles.

Five hundred orc heads—this was a feat worth boasting about.

In the past, achieving such a result required at least three to four times, even five times, the casualties.

But this time, our casualties didn't even reach five hundred.

The ratio of losses to gains was unprecedented.

Moreover, we slew over a thousand slave troops.

"Five hundred orc heads—when we return, I want to see who dares say I, Adamas, never set foot on the Northern Front!" Adamas beamed.

At that moment, Adamas noticed Mil and the others nearby, "Come on, let's go over and see them!"

…

"Gervas, aren't you going to go over and greet them?"

"Hmm, I'm not fond of socializing, especially with high nobles. You go ahead. If they ask for me, say I'm tired and went back to rest."

Without waiting for Mil and the others to say more, Gervas turned and walked straight back to camp.

Mil and the others exchanged glances.

Gervas had just walked away without a second glance from such a rare chance to meet a high noble.

But remembering Gervas's abilities, they let it go.

Indeed, with Gervas's talent, he didn't need to flatter high nobles—he'd rise regardless.

Seeing the high noble approaching them, Mil and the others dared not delay and hurried forward to meet him.

After all, he had just saved them.

"We salute your honorable lordship, thank you for sending your troops to rescue us. I am Mil—may I know your lordship's name?"

"You're the Mil that was reported throughout the entire army?" Adamas looked astonished.

"Uh, yes, my lord!"

"Baron Mil, I am Adamas, son of Lord Austin! I've heard your name before; meeting you now, I'm not disappointed—you held off a thousand orcs and three thousand slave troops with only three thousand men!"

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

"Yes, Lord Adamas, we slew about three or four hundred orc warriors and over a thousand slave troops."

"Still, we must thank Lord Adamas—if you hadn't arrived in time, we might have been lost!" Though their expressions remained respectful, their spines had straightened slightly.

After all, their own battle record tonight was impressive enough… well, though most of it was Gervas's doing.

"Ha ha!" Adamas was equally delighted, accepting their flattery without hesitation.

He believed he truly had saved these minor nobles.

Of course, even as he rejoiced, he remembered the man in his heart who nearly rivaled Lord Harry.

"By the way, isn't there a Baron Gervas among you?"

"Uh, Lord Adamas, Baron Gervas did indeed station with us at the Gray Stone Bridge!"

"Then which one is Baron Gervas?" Adamas was curious what Gervas looked like.

"Apologies, Lord Adamas, Baron Gervas was exhausted from the battle and has already returned to rest."

"Exhausted? Already went to rest?" Adamas found this strange.

"Yes, Lord Adamas. Baron Gervas usually sleeps early, and the battle was especially fierce, so he said he was worn out and needed to rest."

Adamas felt odd about it, but didn't dwell on it.

"Still, I now feel even more strongly that Lord Harry is the most perfect—not only wise, brilliant, and valiant, but free of such peculiar habits!" Adamas muttered to himself.

At that moment, a subordinate hurried over and whispered something in his ear.

Adamas froze, turned back, and saw his father riding toward him on horseback.

"Father! You've been following me all along?"

"Adamas, don't blame your father—I was truly uneasy. But now I see my worries were unnecessary!" Lord Austin beamed.

His son's great victory pleased him more than his own triumphs.

Adamas was slightly annoyed, but understood it was his father's affection.

"Father, I don't blame you. But now you needn't worry anymore—Harry… uh, his intelligence was accurate!"

"Yes, Adamas, this time the Austin family owes someone a favor," Lord Austin nodded. He admitted he hadn't fully trusted Harry's message.

But he couldn't fault himself.

It was such an important piece of intelligence—Harry had simply given it away.

If it were him, he'd never give such information away for free.

After all, such an opportunity to earn merit was enough to earn a king's grant of a baronial fief.

Even for a marquis family, a hereditary baron title was highly significant.

Because it wasn't a split within the family—it came from outside.

"Father, I'll be sure to tell Harry… him!" Adamas nodded happily.

His father's personal promise of a favor was extremely weighty.

Though for someone like Lord Harry, it might not mean much.

But it still represented the family's goodwill and attitude.