Chapter 445

"Huh? You can block the light orb? Then let’s give you a few more!"

Seeing this, Mick wouldn’t hesitate—he swung his iron hammer again and immediately went for the finishing blow.

Then, several more arcs of lightning orbs slammed toward the stunned orc chieftain.

The orc chieftain was conscious, but his body was numbed by electricity, rendering him immobile.

He watched helplessly as the subsequent lightning orbs struck him, his eyes finally filled with deep despair and terror.

Too bad—he had no chance left!

Boom!

The orc chieftain was blasted two meters into the air, then collapsed to the ground.

Boom!

The orc chieftain’s body was hurled half a meter into the air, then crashed back down.

Boom!

The orc chieftain’s body was blasted half a meter into the air again, then slammed to the ground!

"Is this about enough?"

Only then did Mick finally stop.

"Mick, it’s more than enough—you keep hitting him like this, he’ll be cooked! We’re not beasts; we don’t eat these stinking green-skinned bastards!"

At that moment, Migen had already reached the wall and happened to witness how Mick had tormented the orc chieftain—he couldn’t help but comment.

"This... Migen, I just wanted to eliminate him as fast as possible, so he wouldn’t cause trouble for our advance! Enough talk—I’m heading back to battle!"

Without waiting for Migen’s reply, Mick rode his griffin toward other areas.

Meanwhile, the orc chieftain still clung to his last breath.

When he saw Mick finally leave, a tear of relief slipped from his cornered eye: "This cruel human... finally left!"

"Huh? You’re crying? Afraid of pain? Don’t worry—I, Migen, am kind-hearted. I’ll send you to your beast-god now!"

Plop!

Migen’s longsword pierced the orc chieftain’s heart.

The orc chieftain, dead!

With the orc chieftain’s death, the battle lost all uncertainty.

Especially with the griffin knights’ aid, these orcs and their servant troops were dispatched with ease.

"Ha! We’ve won! We’ve taken this fortress!"

"Yes! Ha! That was too easy! How long did it take us? An hour? If word gets out, it’ll shock the entire kingdom’s army!"

"True! We didn’t even need a ladder to storm this fortress—no one will believe it!"

"Ha! Our Storm Legion is amazing! But the best of all is our lord! Our lord is mighty!"

"Exactly! Our lord is mighty!"

"Our lord is mighty..."

Amidst these cries of "mighty," a Storm Dragon banner rose atop the fortress’s highest tower.

Soon, the post-battle tally was complete.

Of the original two thousand orcs and servant troops in the fortress, over a thousand were killed outright.

Of course, only a thousand were killed because Gervas deliberately allowed some to escape.

All who fled were servant troops.

For these pitiful, wretched creatures enslaved by the orcs, Gervas gave no pursuit once they escaped the fortress.

But not a single beastman escaped—six hundred heads had been fully collected.

As for casualties: one Storm soldier died in battle, five were seriously wounded, and all others remained unharmed.

This battle was another resounding victory.

"Bury this hero of Storm Hold properly—choose a hidden spot, so the orcs won’t find and desecrate his grave!"

"After the war, we’ll return to bring them home to Storm Hold!"

"Yes, my lord!" The subordinates replied, moved.

"My lord, we found large quantities of dried meat and flour inside the fortress—what should we do with them?" Laurens spoke up again.

To secure the fortress, the orcs had stockpiled enough supplies to feed two thousand men for two or three months.

Now, these supplies naturally fell into Gervas’s hands.

"Light the stoves immediately—boil as much meat as you can; let everyone eat their fill!"

"Same with the flour—turn it all into bread; let everyone eat!"

"My lord, what about the rest? Should we take it with us?"

"No—burn it all."

"Burn... burn it?" Laurens and several knights stared, hesitant.

"We’re fleeing now—carrying this much gear would slow us down. These supplies must be destroyed."

"If we leave them here, they’ll only benefit the orcs."

"Yes, my lord!"

Laurens and the knights immediately understood—their lord was right.

Leaving these supplies behind would only empower the orcs, letting them feed more troops to raid the kingdom.

Burning them was the only correct choice.

Next, all Storm soldiers sprang into action.

In the past, cooking had been handled by the hundreds of peasant laborers they’d brought along.

But now, with time pressing, everyone pitched in—must cook as much food as possible in the shortest time.

Just half an hour later, the entire fortress was filled with the scent of roasting meat and fresh bread.

"Mmm! Delicious! This is what it feels like to eat meat in large bites—I’ve lived a full life!"

"Yes! These meat chunks are bigger than my fist—I never dared dream of this, and now I’m struggling to fit them into my mouth!"

"Ha! You all just gorge on meat—don’t forget to try the bread! These are made from fine flour, no wheat husks at all—back home, only noble lords could eat this white bread!"

"Mmm! True—no matter what, we must taste this white bread..."

"Good heavens—is this what white bread tastes like? So delicious..."

Amidst exclamations of wonder, the soldiers enjoyed their first-ever luxurious feast inside the fortress.

Meat was plentiful, and the bread was pure white bread!

Too bad, this bliss lasted only half an hour.

Half an hour later, the army marched on again!

All remaining supplies that couldn’t be carried were dragged outside the fortress and set ablaze.

"What a waste—so much meat! It could feed me for a lifetime!"

"Come on, Migen—getting home alive is what matters!" Seeing Migen’s reluctant gaze, Lei Meng urged.

Then, the Storm army marched north once more.

"Hurry up! Forty li ahead lies a fortress stronghold—two thousand of our orc troops are stationed there; those humans won’t break through so quickly!"

"So if we reach the fortress before nightfall, we’ll annihilate those humans!"

"Yes, Grand Leader Moral!"

On the road about forty li south of the fortress, Moral urged his men to speed up.

With the Northern Border map, he knew ahead of time that a stronghold held by his own side lay ahead.

In his view, even if that two-thousand-man garrison couldn’t stop Gervas,

it could certainly delay him.

One day... no, half a day.

Just half a day’s delay would be enough for them to arrive.

Then let that place become the final resting ground for Gervas and those spearmen!