Chapter 432: Orc, You've Fallen for the Trap!

"Solit, do you think the orcs will finally deal with that damn brat this time?"

"Haha, that's certain, no need to doubt. The orcs already failed once last time; if they still don't take this seriously, then they truly have lost their minds!"

Weilade nodded, and the anxiety that had been weighing on his heart gradually settled.

Looking at the bone tile in his hand, he felt even more certain that this choice was not a mistake.

"Weilade, you should be glad for the choice you made the night before last, right?"

"Yes, thank you, Solit, for your suggestion the day before yesterday!"

"Haha, no need to thank me. Now we are both on the same boat. Keep this bone tile safe with you!"

"If the main army truly collapses, then this will be our means of survival!"

"Rest assured, Solit, I will keep it safe!"

"Very good, then let us eagerly await the news of that damn brat's death!" Solit nodded in satisfaction.

This time, they were completely free of any lingering worries.

"Roar! Great Chieftain Molar, look over there! There is a human castle!"

"That is the place!" Molar gazed into the distance and immediately spotted the small castle atop a hill in the far distance.

Such a castle, if defended by only dozens or a hundred people, would indeed be difficult to take.

But they had a full six thousand men; taking this castle would be nothing but effortless.

"Humans, I hope what you said is true!"

About twenty minutes later, a group of orcs arrived outside the castle.

And on the city walls, Gervas had been waiting for quite some time.

"Human, are you Gervas?" Molar did not immediately launch the attack, because he wanted to confirm more information from Gervas's mouth.

How could Gervas not know Molar's thoughts? He smiled and said, "Chieftain Molar, is it? That's right, I am Gervas!"

"I didn't expect you to actually come. It seems Weilade's scheme really works!"

Molar froze, then his expression changed, and he quickly looked around.

Fortunately, noble castles were all built in areas with open views, and there appeared to be no ambush forces around.

But Molar was still uneasy and suspicious. "Are you and Weilade in cahoots?"

"That is certain, or what do you think? Chieftain Molar, do you really think any human would sell information to you beast races? Haha, you have already fallen into the trap!" Gervas laughed triumphantly.

"Damn humans!" Molar was both angry and shocked.

Immediately, he grabbed the whistle at his waist and blew it toward the sky. The next moment, two Bloodthirsty Bat Knights with wingspans reaching eight or nine meters descended.

"Did you discover any abnormalities around? Or did you find anything unusual on the way here?"

"Chieftain Molar, everything around this castle is normal. As for the road we came on, there are likewise no abnormal situations!"

"Are you sure? Really no ambush forces? Or trackers? That human just said this might be their scheme!"

The two Bloodthirsty Bat Knights exchanged a glance, then stated very firmly, "President Molar, we are absolutely certain there are no large-scale ambushes within ten li around!"

"At least, if there were gatherings of more than two or three hundred people, our Bloodthirsty Bats would be able to detect the anomaly!"

"Additionally, there were no abnormal discoveries along the entire way, no trackers or spies!"

"Good, thank you both. Continue to guard the main army. If needed, I will call on you again!"

The two Bloodthirsty Bat Knights nodded, then rose straight up into the high sky.

Molar turned his gaze back to Gervas. "Human, I don't care what tricks you are playing. I want to ask you: were the battles at Green Valley and Red Stone Castle previously caused by you, leading to the defeat of our orc warriors?"

"Were those spear soldiers and longsword fighters capable of matching our orc warriors one-on-one your subordinates?"

Gervas was suddenly bewildered. "Orc, are you overthinking this? It seems your information is not sharp enough!"

"The true hero of the previous battles was clearly Baron Mil, not I, Gervas. Do you not even know this?"

"Furthermore, I ask you: if I really had such great merit, do you think our President would still send me here to fight?"

"Therefore, this is merely bait, specifically designed to lure you stupid green-skinned giants here!"

"Do you still remember the lesson from Grey Stone Bridge last time? Haha, I didn't expect you to fall for it again!"

"Of course, Chieftain Molar, do not lose heart. There truly are spear soldiers and those incredibly strong longsword fighters inside my castle!"

"These were all borrowed for me by Baron Mil. So, if you want to taste failure once again, then begin your attack!"

Gervas was simply making things up on the spot.

Since Weilade had leaked secrets to the orcs time and again, and this time even wanted to use himself as a bargaining chip to exchange for a chance at life.

Then he might as well stir the waters, causing their plan to collapse.

Perhaps after the orcs suffered heavy losses, they would truly believe the humans had deliberately plotted against them.

In that case, Weilade and Solit would have a very interesting time ahead.

Thinking of this, Gervas felt a little excited!

"Roar, human! I do not know if this is truly a conspiracy, but since you dare to disrespect our orc warriors, I will kill you first!"

Now that he had confirmed there was no danger around, Molar naturally had no intention of withdrawing.

Such a mere baron's castle could be easily taken by him in just half an hour.

So, rush in, kill everyone inside, and capture Gervas at the same time.

Not only would this complete the task assigned by His Majesty the Beast King, but it would also allow him to force the desired information out of this noble named Gervas.

Of course, Molar probably did not know that, due to a momentary lapse in judgment, this battle would become the nightmare of his entire life.

"Orc warriors, prepare to attack!"

Woo-woo-woo!

The horn sounded, and the orcs began to form their ranks.

Of course, the main offensive force is naturally the vassal army!

In Moral's view, three thousand vassal soldiers were more than enough to swiftly capture the castle.

"Kill!"

In the next instant, the vassal soldiers shouldered ladders and crude weapons and charged up the gentle slope.

Kale Castle was a standard baronial castle.

It sat atop a hill with a drop of more than twenty meters.

Although the cliffs around it were half as high as Gervas's Stormhold.

But a twenty-meter cliff, combined with an eight-meter-high wall, could repel the vast majority of attacks.

Thus, the only viable path for the enemy's assault was the gentle slope ahead.

"Ballistae, ready!"

"Archers, ready!"

As the dense mass of vassal soldiers neared the slope, commands rang out from atop the wall.

Under those orders, fifty archers swiftly rose and leaned against the battlements, taking aim.

Ten ballistae mounted on the wall also had their canvas covers thrown back, revealing themselves in full.

"This…"

As for the archers, Moral paid them little mind.

But the ballistae—he remembered them well.

Several of the Wild Wolf Knights had been slain by those massive ballistae last time.

He had assumed the humans possessed only five ballistae.

Yet now, there were ten.