Chapter 442: Are You Dreaming?

"Great Chieftain Molar, what shall we do now? Your Majesty the Beast King has ordered us to end this swiftly, yet those damned two-legged sheep nobles have fled north."

Molar's face filled with solemnity for a moment before he gritted his teeth and said, "Winterhold is already under Your Majesty's arrangements; there will absolutely be no problems!"

"Even without our ten thousand beastman warriors, there will not be too much of a problem!"

"But if we do not deal with this group of humans now, they will pose a long-term threat to our beast race. Therefore, these humans must die, and that noble Gervas must die as well!"

"So, we must pursue that damned brat with all our might until we utterly annihilate them!"

"This... Great Chieftain Molar, is this really without problem?"

"Of course it is without problem. I will now dispatch a messenger to inform Your Majesty the Beast King of the situation here. Any issues will be shouldered entirely by me, Molar, and will absolutely not implicate you!"

Upon hearing this, the assembly of chieftains and captains immediately breathed a huge sigh of relief.

"By the way, this damned human race is too cunning. Besides our own pursuit, I believe we also need to notify the beastman warriors scattered across the west, ordering them to send forces to join the pursuit!"

"You shall dispatch personnel immediately to deliver this message!"

"Yes, my lord Molar!"

Thus, Molar's group did not delay; except for some messengers sent to deliver news, everyone else set off directly north in pursuit.

When the second day arrived, Gervas learned that the beastmen behind him were relentlessly pursuing.

He also learned that Molar, besides his twenty-thousand-strong army, had even prepared to request external aid from the surrounding areas.

However, this was not entirely unexpected; he understood that the beastmen now hated him to the bone, and coupled with their fear of the spearmen, they certainly would not let him go easily.

Regarding this, Gervas naturally continued to accelerate his retreat.

Although he had been traveling a day ahead of the beastmen, in fact, his time for escape was not abundant.

The reason was simple: on the road continuing north, there were still two passes occupied by the beastmen that needed to be breached.

Only by passing through these two passes could one truly be considered to have stepped onto the wasteland.

Therefore, how to break through these two passes at the fastest speed was the key to whether he could escape the pursuit next!

"My lord, look, there is a fortress ahead!"

Two days later, a stone fortress stretched across the main road, blocking the path of Gervas's group.

Although the fortress was not large, it was merely equivalent to a camp of two thousand men.

However, this was originally prepared by the kingdom to deal with beastman invasions, so it was built to the highest specifications.

The fortress walls stood twelve meters high, even higher than a baron's keep.

Furthermore, the fortress was built within a mountain valley, possessing a posture where one man guarding the pass could hold back ten thousand.

Under normal circumstances, if one or two thousand men were stationed inside, no force less than five or six times their number could even think of touching it.

If there were ten times the force, one might try a direct assault to take it down.

"Move in and take a look!"

This fortress was the necessary path for Gervas and others heading north; now that beast-bone flags were planted on the ramparts, the garrison inside naturally belonged to the beast race.

Indeed, as Gervas and others approached, they saw tall figures with green skin from afar.

"My lord, what shall we do? Judging by the scale of the guard and the number of defenders, there must be at least a thousand beastmen soldiers inside the fortress?" Knight Mi Gen and others had faces filled with solemnity.

"To be precise, it is two thousand one hundred, including six hundred beastman warriors and fifteen hundred auxiliary troops," Gervas muttered in his heart.

This morning's intelligence had already reported the number of beastmen inside this fortress.

However, such a small amount of intelligence offered no help whatsoever on how to breach this fortress.

"Roar! You are actually an army of two-legged sheep?"

At this moment, a surprised shout from the beastmen suddenly came from the fortress walls.

At first, seeing Gervas's group approach from afar, the beastmen thought it was auxiliary troops returning from the south.

Although strange, perhaps they had some mission.

But when these two-legged sheep drew closer, they realized this human group was not the auxiliary troops they had imagined.

It was a human army.

After all, in this human group, the silver-shining leather armor was something even their beastman warriors coveted.

Auxiliary troops could never be equipped with such things.

Gervas did not speak but signaled to Knight Mi Gen.

Knight Mi Gen understood instantly, immediately spurred his horse forward a few meters, and then, with an arrogant expression, shouted upward: "Green-skinned monsters inside the fortress, listen well!"

"We are the Storm Legion from the Storm Territory of the Griffin Kingdom! You are now surrounded by our Storm Legion!"

"We give you one last chance: immediately lay down your weapons, open the city gates, and surrender to us. Otherwise, our Storm Legion will breach the fortress and annihilate you all!"

Hearing Knight Mi Gen's shout, the beastmen above were stunned for a moment; the next instant, raucous laughter erupted violently from the beastman crowd.

"Haha, did I hear wrong? Are these two-legged sheep calling on us to surrender? Two-legged sheep soldiers, are you serious? Haha!"

"Yes! And they claim to have already surrounded us! Hahaha, are these two-legged sheep soldiers mad?!"

"This is simply too funny. Two-legged sheep soldiers, are you dreaming?"

Mocking voices continued to come from above, making Knight Mi Gen grind his teeth until his nose was twisted with anger.

If the other side had shouted back fiercely, that would have been normal.

But such mockery made Knight Mi Gen feel deeply insulted.

"You damned green-skinned monsters, this is your last chance! If you do not cherish it, then wait to die!"

"Haha, two-legged sheep soldiers, we don't want this last chance; why don't you come and annihilate us? Let us see how you two-legged sheep defeat us!"

"That's right, two-legged sheep, we are truly looking forward to it! Hahaha!"

The beastmen laughed even louder.

Clearly, they had never tasted the bitterness of human soldiers.

Hum!

Whoosh!

And just then, a humming sound and a tearing-of-the-air noise rose up within the Storm Legion.

Immediately, a huge black light streaked toward the fortress spearhead at extreme speed.

The orcs laughed until they nearly fell over, having not anticipated the danger at all.

Thus, with a pfft, the black light struck the wall top, flashing across the chest of an orc whose mouth was stretched wide in laughter.

Instantly, the orc's laughter cut off abruptly; he looked down at his chest in disbelief.

At that moment, a large hole had already appeared in his chest.

Looking backward through the large hole, a dent was visible on the wall surface, with even the stones shattered.

And on the ground below the wall lay a broken arrow, as thick as a wrist.

"Why... so thick..."

With a thud, the orc could no longer hold himself up; he fell to the ground, dancing the final thunder dance of his orcish life.

"I remember that run beneath the sunset that day; that was my lost youth... uh..."

The orc closed his eyes.

Only then did the surrounding orcs awaken as if from a dream.

"Damn it, hide quickly!"

The orcs swiftly took cover behind the wall merlons.

After all, this was truly the first time they had seen an arrow that could easily pierce an orc warrior.

This was far too terrifying!