Chapter 467: The Spear Emerges Like a Dragon!

"No! Damn it!"

An unwilling roar from Prada echoed from the wooden wall.

Because everything Gervas had done was completed right under his gaze.

Even that magical device called a cannon, he watched with his own eyes heading toward the rear garden.

Yet, for all of this, he was utterly powerless.

The only five Bloodthirsty Bat Knights had already been lost; as long as the opposing aerial knights did not actively land, they were unsolvable.

Boom—boom—! Boom—boom—!

Not long after, a roaring sound came from behind the inner camp.

Every boom was like a heavy hammer striking Prada's heart, smashing his last hope to pieces.

"Leader Prada, it's bad! That human magical iron pipe has appeared in the rear garden, along with Griffin Knights! We simply cannot hold them!"

Not long after, an orc leader rushed over, his face filled with terror as he reported to Prada.

"Hold your ground! No matter what, you must hold!" Prada cried hoarsely.

"Leader Prada, we cannot hold! We simply cannot hold! Those humans are far too powerful!" The subordinate shook his head; it was not disobedience, but the battle in the rear garden was truly a one-sided slaughter.

At this moment, Prada could also hear the human war cries from behind growing louder and louder.

This also meant the humans were penetrating deeper and deeper into the inner camp.

A sharp glint flashed in Prada's eyes; he finally made his decision.

"Then you hold your ground here! I will go check the rear garden!"

After giving this order to the subordinate who had no time to react, Prada directly withdrew from the wall.

However, although he said he was going to the rear garden, he actually did not head there.

Because he knew that even if he went to the rear garden, it would be too late to turn the tide; therefore, what he truly needed to go to now was Princess Sukama's tent.

Seeing Prada disappear from the wall, Gervas knew it was time to begin a direct frontal assault.

Of course, the front line only had cavalry and spear soldiers, so they had to find a way to open the main gate from the inside.

And relying on the Magic Swift Eagles to fly into the orc camp was undoubtedly the best method.

A whistle sounded, recalling the Magic Swift Eagle squad, including Evelan.

Subsequently, two soldiers were mounted beneath each Magic Swift Eagle, while Gervas himself mounted the Moon-Chaser.

"My lord, you personally participating in the battle—this is too dangerous! Shall I go fetch Knight-Captain Lei Meng, or call back Mick and the others?"

Seeing Gervas mount the Moon-Chaser, appearing ready to lead the charge himself, Evelan showed concern.

"Evelan, the battle in the rear garden is currently fierce! Knight-Captain Lei Meng and Captain Mick absolutely cannot be absent!"

"Furthermore, I, your lord, am also a Silver Knight; my strength is not weak either, so you need not worry! Begin the operation now! We can delay no longer!"

If it were possible, Gervas would not have wanted to personally enter the fray.

It was not fear of death.

Rather, for a proper Lord to have to fight and risk his life personally in a battle was simply too low!

But, was the situation not urgent?

Therefore, this time he had no choice!

Although Evelan was still uneasy, she did not dare to speak again.

Immediately, the Magic Swift Eagle squad rose straight up from the ground, carrying twenty soldiers over the wooden wall.

Gervas also rode the Moon-Chaser into the inner camp.

Immediately, everyone landed directly in the open space within the enclosure.

"Roar! Those damn humans have entered the enclosure! Orc warriors, quickly follow me and kill them!"

The orc leader left by Prada on the wooden wall saw Gervas and the others land, and immediately roared, summoning a host of orc warriors to surround them.

And after Gervas and the others landed, they charged toward the gate without hesitation.

After all, they had entered the city specifically to open this inner camp gate.

Although this gate was a magical device, it could only defend against destructive attacks launched from the outside.

For opening it normally from the inside, there would certainly be no problem.

Therefore, they only needed to open the gate from the inside to allow the spear soldiers and Storm Light Cavalry to charge into the camp.

And at this moment, led by the orc leader, over a hundred orcs had rushed down from the wooden wall, blocking the path in front of Gervas and the others.

The enemy numbered a full hundred, while Gervas's group had only twenty; although the Magic Swift Eagle squad provided support from above, it was still a drop in the bucket.

"Roar! Human noble, you actually dare to enter the inner camp to seek death! Watch me capture you, and then force your subordinates to surrender!!"

The orc leader obviously felt that Gervas and the others had little chance of victory.

In fact, the fact that Gervas dared to voluntarily enter the enclosure made the orc leader feel a vague sense of excitement.

The principle of "capture the thief, first capture the king" naturally did not exist only on Earth; in this world, it was equally well known.

"Green-skin monster, you are still too young. Since I dared to come in, do you really think I have no backing?" Gervas laughed.

While laughing, he simultaneously took down a long spear hanging at the side of the Moon-Chaser.

The orc leader froze, momentarily intimidated by Gervas.

However, after recovering, he immediately felt that this human was bluffing; after all, he could sense the power on the opponent's body, which was roughly that of the weakest human Silver Knight.

This strength was slightly weaker than his own.

Plus, with so many subordinates to help him, he could easily deal with the human.

The only thing requiring caution was preventing this human noble from escaping on that flying horse.

Thinking this, the orc leader delayed no longer. "Orc warriors, follow me and kill!"

"Roar! Kill!"

In the next instant, over a hundred orcs howled as they charged at Gervas and the others.

"Storm Warriors, follow behind me. Kill!"

Gervas showed no fear; he kicked the butt of his spear sharply, instantly thrusting the long spear forward.

Then, he stepped forward forcefully, his figure shooting ahead like an arrow leaving the string.

After charging two or three steps, the original spear shaft was already gripped in his hand.

This showy, cool move left the orcs utterly stunned.

Especially the orc leader; he was clearly shocked by the speed and movement of the human before him.

However, thinking his own strength was slightly superior to the opponent's, he felt no fear and simply swung the iron axe in his hand first.

"Die! Two-legged sheep!"

He intended to use overwhelming force to break the opponent's spear.

A cold sneer curled Gervas's lips; he exerted force in his arm, making the spear shaft tremble and trace a circular afterimage at the tip, instantly rendering the true spearhead untraceable to the orc leader.

The orc leader's expression tightened, yet he knew retreat was impossible now; he gritted his teeth and simply unleashed a sweeping strike of immense weight.

The iron axe slashed horizontally from left to right, certain to connect with the opponent's spear.

If the opponent's spear was struck, he could close in; then the life or death of that two-legged sheep noble would rest on a single thought of his.

But while the idea was good, actually executing it proved very difficult.

Gervas seemed to have seen through his plan; the instant that long axe swung down, Gervas's footwork suddenly shifted sharply to the side.

This shift immediately took him out of the orc leader's attack range, causing his horizontal slash to miss.

Then, before the orc leader could react in any other way, Gervas returned to his original position with graceful footwork.

"This..." The orc leader was both shocked and furious.

Then, in the orc leader's incredulous gaze, a point of cold light arrived first, followed by the spear emerging like a dragon.

Pfft!

A streak of crimson bloomed in the orc leader's throat.