Chapter 460

“Roar! Two-legged sheep! You can’t escape!”

As both sides arrived above Gervas and his group, the mocking voice of the Blood Bat Rider drifted faintly down.

Eve Lan and her companions, seemingly terrified, immediately dropped altitude and swooped diagonally toward the ground.

The Blood Bat Rider above, seeing this, sneered and mimicked the dive.

In the next instant, the two sides descended lower and lower, until they were only thirty to forty meters above the ridge where Gervas and his men stood.

“Huh? What’s going on?”

At this altitude, the orc riding the Blood Bat finally noticed the presence of Gervas and his group.

Seeing this, Gervas no longer concealed himself—he stood up and waved toward the Blood Bat Rider above.

“Damn! How are there so many two-legged sheep…” The Blood Bat Rider finally realized something was wrong and tried to pull up.

Too late—the three cannons had been waiting long enough.

Boom! Boom!

Behind the ridge, flashes of fire erupted like dazzling fireworks blooming in the night.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Howl! Howl! Howl!

Piercing screams filled the air as two Blood Bats were severely wounded and began plummeting toward the ground.

Thud! Thud!

Two dull impacts rang out; the two Blood Bats rolled over ten meters before finally stopping on the ground.

Before the two Blood Bat Riders could rise from their daze, Lei Meng and the others surged forward and slashed them to death in a flurry of blades.

“Damn! Ambush!”

The fate of the two Blood Bat Riders served as a warning to their three comrades behind.

Seeing this, the three Blood Bat Riders, terrified, immediately halted their pursuit and turned to flee.

“Air Knights, engage!” But Mi Ke’s squad and Eve Lan ’s squad had been waiting long enough.

In the next instant, they shot out from the ambushes on both sides, swooping toward the three Blood Bat Riders.

Soon, the three Blood Bat Riders were entangled by the Gryphon Squad and the Magic Swift Eagle Squad, struggling desperately in their final moments.

“Storm Legion, advance!”

Gervas wasted no time—once the enemy’s aerial unit was largely neutralized, he ordered the ground forces forward.

Immediately, five hundred troops rapidly advanced toward the orc encampment.

…

Inside the royal tent palace.

Prada, deputy leader of the Wolf Knight Order, had been entrusted by the Beast King with the critical duty of commanding the defense of the royal tent palace.

Tonight, he had been in a state of high tension.

The reason was simple: the Beast King’s most beloved consort, Consort Sukama, was finally going into labor tonight.

Among all beast-tribe elites, no one was unaware of what Consort Sukama meant to the Beast King.

Even to prevent Consort Sukama’s emotions from affecting her labor, the Beast King broke his usual habit of bringing at least four or five consorts along on campaigns.

This time, he brought only Consort Sukama.

This alone revealed how high a position Consort Sukama and the unborn prince or princess held in the Beast King’s heart.

Of course, Consort Sukama was not only the Beast King’s favorite consort—she was also Prada’s own sister.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

As Prada listened to the pained cries coming from within the royal tent, growing increasingly anxious, a warning bell suddenly rang in his ears.

“What’s going on?”

Prada’s face turned pale.

This was the critical moment of Consort Sukama’s labor—this alarm would surely disrupt her delivery.

“Report! Deputy Commander Prada, urgent military intelligence: a human force has appeared to the west of our royal tent palace and is advancing toward us!”

“Human force? Which vassal army? Immediately send the Blood Bat Riders to confirm. Also, dispatch three hundred beast-tribe warriors to capture them all—and execute them afterward!”

Prada’s face darkened. At such a crucial moment, these lowly servants dared to storm the royal tent palace—deserving death.

No, even death ten thousand times over would not suffice!

But the subordinate did not leave—he continued: “Deputy Commander Prada, it’s likely not a vassal army—just now, human aerial cavalry appeared in the sky as well!”

“What? The enemy has aerial cavalry?” Prada’s expression changed—he finally showed seriousness.

Whether aerial knights or aerial cavalry, these were forces of human nobility!

So if a force of human nobility had appeared in the Golden Pasture, this demanded extreme caution.

Glancing at the royal tent palace, Prada did not want to leave—but this sudden development left him no choice.

Soon, Prada arrived atop the outer wooden wall.

At this moment, the human force had drawn within three to four hundred meters of the encampment.

“Two hundred cavalry? Damn—it really is a human noble force. But how did these humans reach the Golden Pasture?” Prada felt as if he were dreaming.

After all, all intelligence since the campaign began had reported the beast-tribe army driving the humans back in retreat.

These past two days, the Beast King had even trapped the main human army inside a city called Lindongcheng—and within no more than a week, they would crush that force entirely.

“Deputy Commander Prada, what do we do now?”

“Wait! Wait for those humans to come closer!”

Had it not been for his duty and Consort Sukama, Prada would have chosen to attack immediately.

But now, he could only suppress that impulse.

Soon, the human force halted about one hundred and fifty meters from the encampment.

“Beast-tribe! Who is your leader here?”

“I am! Humans, how did you get here?” Prada responded immediately.

“That’s none of your concern! Beast-tribe, listen well: beside me stands Gervas Gail, Viscount of the Southern Lands of the Gryphon Kingdom!”

“As Lord of the Storm, the Beast-tribe’s scourge, embodiment of justice and courage, knight blessed by the God of Glory—I now deliver to you, on behalf of my lord, your final chance!”

“Surrender immediately—lay down your weapons, open your camp gates, and submit peacefully. Otherwise, the Storm Legion will crush you!”

“Viscount? Surrender? Or be torn apart?”

Though surprised by the appearance of this human force, Prada nearly thought he’d misheard when he heard their surrender demand.

“Correct! Beast-tribe, seize this chance! Otherwise, you’re all dead!” Mi Gen nodded firmly.

“Hahahaha!” Prada laughed.

The surrounding orcs laughed too, rolling on the ground with mirth.

Soon, the entire royal tent palace encampment was filled with laughter.

After laughing for over half a minute, Prada finally forced himself to stop, revealing a bloodthirsty snarl: “Two-legged sheep, your appearance truly caught me off guard!”

“But that’s no excuse to babble nonsense before our beast-tribe warriors. So, you pitiful two-legged sheep—I, Prada, have decided that even if it breaks the rules, I will tear you apart!”

With that, Prada turned to his subordinate: “Deploy half the Wolf Knights. Tell them: if the enemy has no reinforcements, crush them without hesitation. If there are enemy reinforcements nearby, we will signal immediately—they must retreat back to camp.”

“Yes, Deputy Commander Prada!”

“Oh, and I want that noble’s head—bring it back!”

Prada pointed toward Gervas behind Mi Gen.

Damn! Gervas exclaimed inwardly.

Though distance prevented him from hearing Prada’s words,

his gestures were clear enough for Gervas to deduce.

So, after using “luring the snake out of the hole” so many times—had it finally worked?

Gervas felt the urge to weep with joy.