Chapter 463: Defeat and Retreat into the Inner Camp!

"Good!"

Not far away, Gervas had been watching the movements of the light cavalry.

Faced with such magnanimity from these orcs, who had openly thrown open their gates, Gervas naturally would not betray their goodwill.

Thus, he had arranged for the light cavalry to launch a surprise attack.

If successful, this would naturally save a vast amount of manpower and resources.

Otherwise, the enemy's two or three thousand orc warriors were no joke.

Fortunately, his surprise attack plan had now succeeded.

And next, he needed to quickly mobilize troops to reinforce the light cavalry, avoiding the loss of control over the gate they had so hard won.

Fortunately, the Wild Wolf Knights outside the camp had now been mostly dealt with.

"Lei Meng, Lauren! Reinforce the light cavalry immediately! Crush all enemies inside the Royal Tent Palace!"

"Yes, my lord!"

Lei Meng and Lauren dared not delay; they immediately mustered their subordinates and rushed swiftly toward the gate of the Royal Tent Palace.

At this moment, Prada was naturally doing everything possible to stop the human advance.

"Quick, stop them! Absolutely do not allow these two-legged sheep to enter the Royal Tent Palace!"

Prada now finally regretted it; he should not have been so careless, sending the Wild Wolf Knights to try to eliminate these humans.

After all, the fact that this group of humans could suddenly appear outside the Royal Tent Palace already indicated an unusual situation; he should have treated it with caution.

Unfortunately, it was now too late to say anything.

All he could do now was find a way to drive these humans out of the camp again.

Otherwise, if these humans truly charged into the camp...

Setting aside whether it would endanger the safety of the Royal Tent Palace, just the fact that the Beast King Your Majesty would learn of it afterward would mean Prada would lose all face.

And under Prada's hoarse, desperate cries, a large number of orc warriors began to gather.

As the orc army reacted, the pressure on the Storm Legion naturally increased sharply.

Gervas also quickly stepped forward. "Lauren, take this Royal Tent Palace at all costs. You know what to do!"

"Yes, my lord!"

Lauren had long understood that this Royal Tent Palace was the key to whether their group would survive this mission.

He immediately charged to the very front, leading the Storm Legion in a fierce fight.

Similarly, they were based on spearmen, with longswordsmen guarding both flanks.

Additionally, light cavalry, ballista squads, and artillery squads were responsible for covering the rear.

With such close coordination, even though the Storm Legion was at a severe numerical disadvantage, they were still able to engage in a prolonged struggle with the orcs inside the Royal Tent Palace.

Of course, the orcs stationed at the Royal Tent Palace were not second-rate; they were the most valiant and skilled fighters among the orc tribes.

This was evident from the fact that, after witnessing the thunderous roar of the artillery, they were not frightened into screaming about divine punishment and retreating step by step.

Instead, these orcs fought with increasing courage, showing no intention of retreating.

Seeing the orcs multiplying and the Storm Legion nearing its breaking point, Lauren finally prepared to deploy his trump card.

"Storm Longswords, prepare 'Wrath of Glory'!"

Upon hearing the order, the longswordsmen immediately pulled a fist-sized iron sphere from their waists.

And inserted into the top of this iron sphere was a fuse more than ten centimeters long.

This was the trump card Gervas had prepared for the longswordsmen before the expedition... homemade grenades.

Previously, Gervas had been reluctant to let his subordinates use them, saving them for this critical moment.

One could see the longswordsmen taking out their ignition materials, then without hesitation lighting the 'Wrath of Glory' in their hands, before forcefully throwing it into the crowd of orcs.

Of course, because the enemy was right in front of them, the use of 'Wrath of Glory' by the longswordsmen was carried out in batches.

This first batch of 'Wrath of Glory', about forty or fifty units, was all thrown into the group of orc warriors.

At first, the orcs, having been hit and hurt by the iron spheres suddenly thrown by the humans, did not pay much attention.

But very quickly, they realized these iron spheres were not so simple.

Because sparks were still rising from the top of the iron spheres, accompanied by a hissing, hissing, hissing sound.

"What is this thing?"

Boom! Boom!

The moment such doubts arose in the orcs' minds, the next instant, blinding light and deafening roars surrounded them!

Roar! Roar! Roar!

With forty or fifty explosions echoing, dozens to hundreds of orcs let out unwilling roars of despair.

Although the power of 'Wrath of Glory' might not be enough to directly kill too many Behemoth orcs,

the specially cut casings formed dozens to hundreds of fragments, causing immense damage to the orcs within the surrounding area.

Each 'Wrath of Glory' could cause at least four or five orcs to die or be seriously wounded.

In an instant, two or three hundred orcs lost their combat effectiveness.

Of course, this was not over; the longswordsmen who had finished throwing their 'Wrath of Glory' quickly advanced to replace their fighting comrades.

Meanwhile, the other comrades who had gained a moment's respite immediately lit their 'Wrath of Glory' and threw it out again.

Boom! Boom!

The roaring sound came again, naturally accompanied by the orcs' unwilling roars.

And this situation continued to play out over the next minute or two.

After all, for this 'Wrath of Glory', all three hundred and fifty longswordsmen had been fully prepared!

When all the longswordsmen had finished throwing their 'Wrath of Glory', the number of combat-capable orcs in this outer camp had dropped to less than four hundred.

You must know that there were originally nearly two thousand orcs outside this camp, but now only over three hundred remain; this loss rate is absolutely staggering.

Moreover, there were no auxiliary troops inside the Royal Tent Palace, causing the orcish army outside the palace to collapse directly.

Even the orc warriors, whose fighting will was originally super strong, finally had fear bred in them by the constant booming sounds.

"Damn it! Why is this happening? Why is this happening? What exactly is going on with these humans?"

Prada's face had already turned iron-green.

Those strange great bows and three black iron tubes had already brought him enough surprise and shock.

But no matter what, he never expected that to be merely the beginning.

Two thousand orc warriors, who in the past could hold their ground even against human armies of tens of thousands.

But now, in less than two minutes, they were completely exhausted.

The impact of this on his worldview was no less than actually witnessing the descent of human divine punishment.

"Commander Prada, let us retreat quickly! These humans are truly too powerful!"

"Yes! Deputy Commander Prada, the outer camp of the Royal Tent Palace is surely already undefendable! We can only hold out by entering the inner wall now!"

The orc leaders around him wore fear on their faces one by one; seeing that Prada, stunned by shock, had not reacted for a long time, they finally could not help but speak out to remind him.

Hearing the reminder, Prada finally snapped out of his mixture of shame and anger.

He also knew the current situation; without relying on the inner wall, he was afraid he would be unable to resist this group of humans.

Even though this was a very shameful matter, he could only endure it, gritting his teeth and saying: "Issue the order immediately! All orc warriors, retreat into the inner wall immediately and reorganize the defense!"

"Yes, Deputy Commander Prada."

Woooooo!

The next moment, the sound of a horn came.

The orc warriors who were still fighting one by one began to retreat, fleeing toward the inner camp at the rear of the encampment.