Chapter 468

“Eh… you…”

The orc chieftain widened his eyes, trying to speak, but his throat was ruined, leaving only a rasping, wheezing gasp.

Gervas didn’t bother with words—he yanked his spear back sharply.

Puff!

The orc chieftain toppled backward, then twitched violently on the ground in his final, spasmodic dance of life.

The orc chieftain is dead!

With the death of the orc chieftain, the remaining ordinary orcs could no longer mount any serious resistance.

Gervas, the lord, pressed forward alone, steps swift as wind, spearwork like a coiling dragon.

Those clumsy orcs barely closed in before their bodies were pierced by multiple bloodied holes, collapsing in disbelief into pools of crimson.

Gervas personally eliminated twenty to thirty orcs; his subordinates killed another twenty to thirty.

From then on, the orcs who had once dared to block the way were utterly terrified, no longer daring to stand in their path, retreating and dodging in panic.

“Open the gate immediately!”

Gervas wasted no time—he held his spear ready while his men began forcing the gate open.

Indeed, just as Gervas had anticipated.

The magical gate opened easily from within, its mechanism no different from an ordinary door.

Moreover, as the gate swung open, Gervas finally saw the true thickness of the iron door.

He realized it was merely a sheet of iron half a centimeter thick.

Thus, its ability to withstand cannon fire relied entirely on magical power.

“Excellent!” Gervas’s heart leapt at once.

Bring this back to my castle, and my city gates will be impregnable from now on.

Of course, spoils like this must wait until the inner camp is fully secured.

“Storm Light Cavalry, for glory! Charge!”

“Kill!”

“Spear formation, advance!”

“Kill!”

At this moment, the light cavalry and spear infantry waiting outside the gate began their move.

First, the light cavalry surged into the camp, followed by the spear infantry.

No further orders from Gervas were needed—the light cavalry and spear formations automatically pushed deeper into the camp.

They needed to link up with Lei Meng and the others in the rear garden.

Gervas immediately prepared to follow the troops.

“My lord!”

At that moment, a dark shadow darted forward.

“Akali!”

Gervas’s heart tightened—he had completely missed Akali’s arrival.

Only when her voice reached him did he notice her standing beside an orc tent over ten meters away.

But this was normal—after all, she was an assassin; if she had no such skills, she’d be dead long ago.

Besides, at this distance of ten meters, he could certainly detect her if she drew closer to seven or eight meters.

After all, he was a Silver Knight, with a touch of spiritual energy—he wasn’t someone easily killed.

Yet, against a Night Elf, even this distance gave him only two or three breaths to react.

If he reacted too slowly, Akali would surely strike.

Of course, other Silver Knights who hadn’t consumed the Wisdom Fruit and lacked spiritual energy had only one or two breaths at most!

In comparison, Gervas was already far stronger than other Silver Knights.

“I still need to improve further!” Of course, human desire is never satisfied—Gervas didn’t consider two or three breaths enough.

“Akali, weren’t you with Lei Meng and the others in the rear garden? How’s the situation there?”

Akali stepped forward slowly, her beautiful eyes scanning Gervas intently, as if seeing him for the first time.

Her gaze lingered especially on his spear.

“Lord Gervas, Knight-Leader Lei Meng’s side is going smoothly—they don’t need my help. So I went to the camp’s core and uncovered some intelligence, and came straight to tell you!”

“But I just saw you using this spear—it was truly magnificent! Your spear technique is unlike any I’ve seen, so elegant… like… like dancing! Yes! Exactly like dancing!”

“Also, your footwork is strange—it feels familiar to me!”

In truth, Akali had arrived near the battlefield as soon as Gervas began fighting and had watched his entire spear duel.

Seeing his spear technique and footwork completely shattered her previous understanding of the spear as a weapon.

Previously, spears were either used by soldiers like Gervas in formation to repel attacks,

or were simply the domain of peasant conscripts, since spears and lances were cheap and easy to master.

But Gervas’s combat style had transformed the spear into a weapon of intricate, sword-like techniques.

As for his footwork, others might have simply thought it reflected his agility and physical flexibility.

But Akali clearly recognized its resemblance to many elven combat styles.

She was deeply curious where he had learned such footwork.

“Really? You think it’s good too? Thank you for noticing—I always thought this spear technique looked incredibly stylish!”

“That’s why I trained hard to master this second weapon, besides the sword!”

As for the spear, Gervas couldn’t explain how he learned it—after all, in this world, some used axes, some used blades, even some used spiked clubs.

But spears and lances were unquestionably the lowest-class weapons.

So he could only shrug it off with a flimsy excuse about wanting to look cool.

His footwork, however, required no concealment—he told her exactly how he had learned it from the biography of the Zorro Elven Ranger.

“Elven Ranger?” Akali’s eyes widened. “When I was young, I heard rumors of an elf from our race who loved adventure and combat, then traveled to the human world.”

“Whether his name was Zorro or not, I’m not sure!”

After a pause, Akali looked at Gervas with admiration. “Still, Lord Gervas, you’re truly remarkable!”

“Even with a manual, learning elven techniques is incredibly difficult for ordinary humans!”

“Thank you for your praise, Akali!” Gervas smiled faintly—if not for his intelligence network securing him various fruits, he’d never have mastered this graceful footwork.

“By the way, Akali, you said you uncovered some intelligence in the camp’s core—what was it?” After the small talk, Gervas finally turned to the matter at hand.

Akali snapped back to attention. “Lord Gervas! I went to the inner camp’s core and discovered there’s only one Wang Fei here…”

“What? Only one Wang Fei?” Gervas exclaimed in shock, frowning deeply.

After all, he had planned to use these Wang Fei as bargaining chips for his survival.

The more Wang Fei, the better.

“Yes, Lord Gervas. Also, the orc chieftain named Pu La Da has hidden the orc Wang Fei away!”

“And the orc Wang Fei has just given birth to an orc Prince!”

“Of course, they don’t know their every move was witnessed by me.” Akali allowed herself a faint smirk.

“Akali, you’ve done excellently!” Gervas praised without hesitation—her intelligence would spare him much trouble.

“Ah well, one is better than none! They say this Wang Fei, Su Ka Ma, is the orc King’s favorite—she’s still valuable.”

“And she gave birth to a Prince—that adds another chip to our hand!”