Chapter 462: Storming the Viceroy

“Tian… Tian na! It actually fires!”

“Yes! How is this even possible?”

As the ballistae fired, shouts of shock erupted along the wooden wall; every orc chieftain stood frozen in disbelief.

Of course, Prada thought deeper than these orc chieftains—he had already calculated the power the moment the giant arrow was launched.

So his subordinates would suffer massive casualties.

“No! Get out of the way!” Prada shouted.

Too bad, his warning came too late.

At the distance between the ballistae and the wolf knights, it took only an instant to strike.

Pū pū pū!

Áo áo áo!

Wails rose one after another, streaks of blood blooming in the air.

More than a dozen front-line wolf knights fell in an instant.

If not for their formation issue—if only the front row had held more than those dozen—twenty thick crossbow bolts might have claimed even more wolf knights!

“No!” Even so, as Prada watched another wave of his men fall, his eyes burned with rage.

Less than two minutes had passed!

The wolf knights had already lost twenty-one men.

Such losses had never occurred on any battlefield before.

Not even in massive battles against the human main army, with tens of thousands engaged, had such an absurd scenario ever happened.

But Prada did not know that the real show had only just begun.

Gervas had said: to honor this first “caught fish,” they must make it spectacular.

The next instant, three more black iron tubes were rolled up beside the ballistae.

Before the wolf knights could react, a deafening roar erupted.

Hōng lōng! Hōng lōng! Hōng lōng!

Three explosions, accompanied by brilliant flashes of fire, were terrifying enough against the night sky.

And the effect was equally impressive.

A chorus of flesh being pierced rang out; another seven or eight wolf knights, frozen in place, collapsed.

Don’t think that’s few—the ballistae had twenty units.

But there were only three cannons.

So, per cannon, they were already killing two enemies each.

Meanwhile, each ballista could kill at most one wolf knight per shot.

“Damn it! Retreat! Fall back, all of you!”

This time, Prada didn’t curse or shout “get out of the way.”

He screamed at the top of his lungs, ordering the wolf knights outside the camp to retreat.

Fifty wolf knights had already been killed—twenty-nine dead, only twenty-one left.

Such human combat power—if he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, Prada would never have believed it in a thousand years.

“Roar! Deputy Commander’s order: retreat immediately!”

Hearing Prada’s cry, the wolf knights outside the camp—who had already been terrified—turned and fled without a second’s hesitation.

Meanwhile, Gervas’s ballistae and cannons were still reloading, so they couldn’t stop them.

But the light cavalry had been waiting long enough.

“Storm Light Cavalry! For Storm Domain! For honor—charge!”

“Kill!”

Hōng lōng! Hōng lōng!

Two hundred light cavalry charged out simultaneously, surging from both flanks toward the fleeing wolf knights.

Earlier, the spear infantry’s retreat had made the wolf knights believe the humans were breaking—so they pursued deeper, advancing dozens of meters, fully entangling themselves in Storm Legion’s half-encirclement.

Back then, the wolf knights thought: even if surrounded by human soldiers, they’d still be fine—they’d slaughter everything in sight.

So the more arrogant the wolf knights had been moments ago, the more horrific their fate now.

The light cavalry only needed to reach the position once held by the spear infantry to block the wolf knights’ escape.

Hǒu hǒu hǒu!

And indeed, in an instant, Storm cavalry blocked the wolf knights’ path.

Seeing their rear cut off, the wolf knights’ ferocity surged.

After all, they had no way to fight back against those strange, devastating weapons.

But against humans, they still had confidence.

What the wolf knights didn’t know was that at the front of the Storm light cavalry stood Lei Meng and several other knights.

This was Gervas’s prearranged plan—to minimize casualties during the wolf knights’ desperate last stand.

“You wolf pups, come on! Let Uncle Migen teach you how to be good little babies!”

“Roar! Die, two-legged sheep!”

In an instant, the wolf knights and light cavalry crashed together.

But in that same instant, seven or eight more wolf knights fell beneath the swords of Lei Meng, Migen, and the other knights.

“It’s… over. The wolf knights won’t make it back…”

No need to watch further—no matter what, this wolf knight unit had no chance of survival.

The orc chieftains on the wooden wall turned pale, stealing glances at Prada beside them.

“Damn it! Damn it!” Prada’s emotions boiled over—his eyes bloodshot, fists pounding the wooden battlements.

Too bad, his fury changed nothing—he could only watch helplessly as the remaining wolf knights were slaughtered.

As for sending a rescue force out of camp:

First, it wasn’t worth risking lives for fewer than ten wolf knights left.

Even if they did send one, how could they be sure the rescue team wouldn’t suffer massive casualties with those strange human weapons still active?

Hōng lōng! Hōng lōng!

At that moment, another roar echoed—Prada’s face turned ashen.

“Damn it! Close the gate! Hurry!”

The light cavalry, who had been pretending to still be attacking the wolf knights, had suddenly split in half and were now racing toward the Viceroy’s Tent Palace gate.

This sudden change caught most orc chieftains off guard.

Prada reacted fastest—he immediately ordered the gate closed.

“Storm Light Cavalry! Push harder! For honor—kill!”

The light cavalry, sensing the orcs’ reaction, also accelerated.

The horses they once treated like treasures, they now beat mercilessly with whips, ignoring the pain.

The wounded horses screamed, their speed visibly increasing.

“Hurry! Close the gate! Don’t let them in!”

Seeing the human cavalry gaining speed, Prada finally grew desperate.

And this shift in attitude—even he didn’t notice how unnatural it was.

After all, in the past, they never gave a damn about these two-legged sheep.

They’d even eagerly charge out to hunt them.

Now, they feared these humans might storm into the Viceroy’s Tent Palace.

Hearing Prada’s shouts, the orc warriors below strained to push the wooden gate shut.

But the camp gate was heavy—opening or closing it always took time. Even with all their strength, the orcs could only close it slowly.

As the wooden gate narrowed to just one meter left, the horses finally reached the threshold.

“Storm Light Cavalry—kill!”

“Kill!”

With a roar, led by the Storm light cavalry captain, they slashed down the orc warriors desperately pushing the gate shut and charged into the Viceroy’s Tent Palace!