Chapter 458: What Exactly Do You Want to Do?

As for the search results of the beastmen, they were predictable; there was certainly no discovery.

Apart from the corpses of the beastman warriors, there were only the corpses of the servant army.

And the grain within the city, just like in the fortress before, had been gathered onto the square and completely burned.

"Where are the Bloodthirsty Bat Knights? Have you seen their corpses?" Moral asked with a gloomy expression.

"My lord Moral, we have not discovered the figures of the Bloodthirsty Bat Knights!" a subordinate said cautiously.

Moral's fist clenched again, even digging into his own flesh.

"Convey the order: the great army sets off immediately; do not delay for a moment!"

"Yes, Great Leader Moral!"

Moral did not want to waste even a single moment.

This time, he would resolve this group of humans no matter what.

Not only to vent his anger, but also for the sake of the future safety of the Beast Clan.

Because Moral already had a premonition.

If this time, he let that human named Gervas return alive.

Then in the near future, this Gervas and his subordinates would very likely threaten the safety of the Behemoth Beast Clan.

Soon, after traveling without rest, Moral brought the beastman great army to the wasteland.

And upon arriving at the position where Gervas had previously stopped, Moral's group naturally saw clear traces heading west.

"Great Leader Moral, the traces are heading west; furthermore, the horse dung on the ground still retains warmth, indicating they passed here about two hours ago!"

Moral nodded. "Continue the pursuit; if we do not catch up with these humans, no one is allowed to rest!"

Moral did not believe that those humans, after continuous battles, could still continue traveling and fleeing, while they beastmen could not do it!

"Yes! Great Leader!"

Just like that, the beastman group turned directly and pursued towards the west.

And this pursuit lasted for more than two hours.

Until two hours later, the carriage and horse traces that had existed along the entire route suddenly vanished completely.

This left the beastman scouts exploring ahead completely stunned.

They hurriedly came to report to Moral.

"Their traces have disappeared? What does this mean?"

Hearing the subordinate's report, Moral had not yet reacted!

"G-Great Leader, the walking traces of those humans are... are gone; they... they seem to have vanished into thin air..."

"This is impossible! Do those humans know how to fly?" Moral snapped back to his senses and immediately glared angrily.

How could a group of over a thousand people simply vanish like that?

The subordinate shrank his head in fear, not daring to contradict at all.

Moral also knew that now was not the time to blame his subordinate. "Take me to see it."

"Yes, Great Leader!"

Afterwards, Moral arrived at the very front of the group.

Indeed, when he arrived at the front of the group, there were basically no traces visible on the road ahead.

Although he did not usually hunt or herd livestock, as a Behemoth beastman, he still possessed some experience in tracking and hunting.

Over a thousand people plus horses and carriages would, no matter what, leave obvious traces.

It was impossible for them to simply disappear!

"How could this happen?" Moral finally cast his gaze back onto his subordinate.

"Great Leader, I... I have an idea; it is possible that the humans deliberately concealed their traces, so I have already sent people to investigate the surroundings!"

"Then what is their goal?" Moral knew that this was the only possibility.

But why would that Gervas conceal his tracks for no reason?

His route was fixed; except for heading west, there were no other escape routes.

Therefore, concealing the tracks was actually superfluous; not only would it fail to achieve any effect, but it would also slow down their own speed.

However, the subordinate obviously lacked the ability to answer his second question.

Moral stopped dwelling on it. "Search with all your strength, increase the manpower, and investigate the whereabouts of the humans as quickly as possible!"

"Yes, Great Leader!"

In fact, Moral did not have to wait too long.

Because in less than half an hour, a small team responsible for reconnaissance returned in a hurry.

"Great Leader Moral, we have found the traces of the humans!"

"Where? Can you confirm it? If you can confirm it, let the great army pursue immediately!"

Upon hearing this, the subordinate paused, showing a hint of unease.

Moral widened his eyes. "Speak quickly if you have anything to say; if you waste time on the pursuit and let that damn Gervas escape, I will cut off your heads!"

"G-Great Leader, the traces of those humans are not far; they are two li to the north, but..." the subordinate swallowed hard, "but those traces seem to have turned back towards the east..."

"What did you say?"

"I... I am saying, those traces seem to have gone east again..."

"Are you saying that after we pursued for so long, those damn humans actually went in a circle and ran back?" Moral was furious.

"Yes, Great Leader. After the reconnaissance team discovered the traces, they continued following them forward, pursuing for four or five li without any change in direction."

"Besides that, the small teams responsible for searching in other directions have completely investigated the eight-li radius around here, and there are no traces of humans at all, especially the horse dung..."

After hearing the subordinate's answer, even though Moral was unwilling to believe it, he had no choice but to accept it.

The traces left by people and carts can be concealed.

But the traces left by horses are more difficult, such as horse manure.

Thus, within an eight-li range, if no other areas have horse manure, it is basically impossible for a human race convoy to have passed through.

"Chase them! Also, scout ahead this time! Do not let any slip-ups happen again!"

"Yes, Great Chieftain!"

Immediately, the orc convoy resumed the pursuit along the newly discovered traces.

Of course, to be safe, Molar also sent hundreds of subordinates to continue heading west.

This was to guard against the possibility of stragglers on the west side.

Secondly, notify the support convoy on the west side to march eastward.

Just like that, about two hours later, Molar and the others returned to the starting point.

Although he repeatedly confirmed with his subordinates whether the investigation was mistaken, when the subordinates rediscovered traces of a larger-scale human race convoy moving eastward, Molar fell into deep thought.

If the earlier traces could still be a deception to mislead them,

then these subsequent traces found on the eastern road prove one hundred percent that a convoy of over a thousand people passed through here.

So, Molar can now conclude that they were tricked, tricked by that damn Gervas!

Molar burned with rage but forced himself to calm down.

Because there was something more important than anger right now.

That was, what exactly was the purpose of this?

The only way out for this group of humans was the west side.

Yet they stubbornly fled to the east side.

And with the main beast race army on the east side, even if they escaped his pursuit, they could not return to the kingdom's borders.

Instead, they might be detected by the main army, which would then send more troops to annihilate them.

"Damn Gervas, what exactly do you want to do?" Gradually, Molar's eyes filled with bloodshot veins; a vague, indescribable sense of crisis lurked in his heart, yet he could never catch it.

"Wait!"

No one knew how much time had passed when Molar suddenly widened his eyes, fear flashing in his gaze!