Compared with the bloated large army, Hannibal's small army obviously marched faster, even faster than before.

"Captain, the scouts we sent out have returned."

Hannibal sat on the city wall, looking at the humans wandering not far from the city, and asked absentmindedly:

"how is the situation?"

"Our main force still has a long way to go."

The loss of both arms did not affect Hannibal's position in the army. On the contrary, in the hearts of the orcs, he went from being a hope to an absolute worship.

"How many humans are left outside the city now?"

"I don't know. Why don't they leave? This is a war."

"Perhaps, war itself has no meaning to these people, and they don't understand what the war is for."

The soldier who came to report lowered his head and thought for a while, then slowly asked:

"Aren't they afraid of death?"

"We didn't kill them, did we?"

"Why don't we kill them?"

"It makes no sense."

Hannibal seemed a little tired as well. He stood up with some effort. Without his arms, he also lost his balance, which made him feel uncomfortable most of the time, especially when walking up the stairs. He always needed someone to support him.

"Captain, do we need to do anything to the people below?"

"No need. After a few days, they will leave on their own when they see there is no hope."

"What hope are they waiting for? Waiting for someone to help them take back the city?"

"No, they are waiting for us to rule them."

Coming down from the city wall, the orcs were sitting around a campfire.

According to the orcs' custom, they should have danced around the campfire, but obviously, the orcs here no longer had that passion.

War does not bring the orcs the pleasure of victory, nor do they celebrate killing and plundering.

As the firelight flickered, one orc sang their requiem, followed by a second orc, and finally all the orcs began to sing in chorus.

When they set out on the expedition, there were 5 orcs full of ambition, but now there are only 1.8. No matter what their ambitions were, now all that is left is grief for their companions.

The old orc came to Hannibal and helped him cover himself with an animal skin blanket.

"Are we just going to wait here?"

"Wait a minute. It will take time for the human army to gather. We can also let the soldiers rest."

……

At the last church city, Bennett came out and saw a God-given talking to Beth.

The divine gift glanced at Bennett, waved to Beth, and left.

"What's wrong?" Bennett asked curiously.

"The Great Wolf Duke hopes to meet with me to discuss the church's establishment of a church in the North."

"What do you think?"

"What do you mean, aren't you the son-in-law of the Giant Wolf family? Shouldn't you know more about this man-eating giant wolf than I do? Do you have any advice for me? The husband of the little wolf girl."

Bennett narrowed his eyes. Beth was still testing him, but that was normal. Their relationship was not that close, and cooperation and competition coexisted.

"Power and ambition flow in the veins of the Giant Wolf family. They will do whatever it takes to gain power."

Beth was just mocking him as usual, but she didn't expect to get such an answer. She didn't know what to say for a moment, and finally could only give Bennett an evaluation:

"You are cold-blooded enough."

"Aimee loves me, but only if I don't interfere with her control over Razlan."

"That's right. She has her frustrations, and you have your stance. Only by not interfering with each other can the relationship continue. No wonder you treat Sera so differently. You are lucky, and Sera is unlucky."

Bennett had no way to respond to this. No matter how he responded, it would be wrong. So Bennett simply did not answer, but asked about the two of them living together:

"Have you asked the church to pass the message to the capital?"

"It will probably take more than a month for Alan to arrive in this church city."

"I have contacted the Archmage, and she will teleport Alan to me."

"That will be faster, maybe a week. How are you preparing? Are you sure?"

"Have."

……

The church does not care about the invasion of orcs, but the church cannot help but pay attention to the destruction of church cities by orcs. It’s just that the church is not strong enough now, and there is no way to concentrate its strength to directly wipe out these orcs.

After piecing together all the information, they managed to gather 10 God-given warriors to delay the orc army.

10 God-given souls and 5 church knights, this is almost all the remaining combat power of the church. Fortunately, the North has already sent troops and the exchange of interests with the North has been reached. The task of exterminating the orcs does not need to be completed by the church.

Five thousand people are not a large number, but fortunately they are elite, all of them are Holy Blade Knights. They cannot confront the 15 orc army head-on, but they can attack from the side and delay the orcs. These highly flexible knights play a big role.

Around the orc camp, a group of church knights hid in the corner of the forest.

"Are the knights' kerosene ready?"

"It's ready. The kerosene from Rose Territory is of extremely high quality."

"Okay, same as always, burn the food and run, don't do anything confrontational."

"clear."

The knight climbed to the top of the tree using his hands and feet. The orcs in front of him were loading food onto the food truck.

Now is not the time to send troops. The orcs will count the food soon. At this time, their vigilance will be the highest, but the food will also be concentrated together.

Sure enough, the orcs began to count the food.

The knight took out the flag from his waist and waved it a few times at the top of the tree.

The knight behind waved to those behind him, and everyone began to approach the orc camp silently and started to organize their formation along the way.

Four divinely gifted knights became forwards, three on the left wing and three on the right wing, forming the team into a triangle. Under the flag command of the knight in the front, a charge began.

5000 people are neither too many nor too few. There will be no earth-shaking scene when they run, but the sound is not small either, at least the orcs can hear it.

The leading orcs tried their best to mobilize the defense, but an army of 15 people seemed bloated compared to 5 people, and the mobilization speed was extremely slow.

When the knights rushed into the orc camp, the orcs began to gather their troops.

The knights rushed all the way to the orcs' rations, and without considering the issue of efficiency, they simply threw down the barrels of kerosene on their backs and started to run away.

The God-given people found a weak point in the orcs' encirclement and successfully broke through with 5,000 people.

When it comes to the experience of this kind of large-scale war, orcs and humans cannot compare. After all, in addition to fighting orcs, humans also frequently wage wars with each other.

Some orcs were trying to throw barrels of kerosene off the grain, but a rocket came and stuck into the barrel.

"boom!!!"

There was a loud explosion, followed by a series of explosions. The special kerosene from Rose Territory had a very explosive effect.

The orcs' wails, along with the gradually carbonized food, dissipated in the sea of ​​fire.

The orcs did not send warriors to pursue. This was human territory, and the orcs did not have enough knowledge of the terrain. Previous pursuit troops had never returned.

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