Legendary Beastmaster Zhang Deshuai

Today is the third day of this thrilling battle. The battlefield is filled with a suffocating bloody atmosphere, and the casualties on both sides are horrible, like hell on earth.

The orcs suffered a heavier blow. The huge monsters they were once proud of fell in a pool of blood, no longer as majestic as they used to be. All the huge siege monsters with amazing destructive power were killed in the battle and became cold corpses. The Behemoth orcs, the most powerful and fierce existence in the orc camp, were now more than half killed or wounded. The originally neat formation became sparse, and morale was extremely low.

On the other hand, although the human camp also suffered huge losses, the balance of victory gradually began to tilt towards them. As the orcs' retreat horns sounded mournfully on the devastated battlefield, the sound was full of helplessness and despair. The human side finally won the victory in this arduous battle.

However, the human side had not yet celebrated this hard-won victory. Because of the defeat of the orc camp, the orcs fled everywhere like dogs that had lost their homes. In order to prevent the orcs from regrouping and making a comeback, the human side did not hesitate to catch up.

Zhang Deshuai was also in the pursuit team, his eyes were firm and cold, his heart was filled with anger towards the orcs. The pursuit team chased and killed the orcs all the way, and the orcs kept falling down. Some were pierced by swords, and some were hit by magic and turned to ashes in an instant. But there were also some lucky orcs who escaped with their familiarity with the terrain and their tenacious will to survive.

In this way, the human side pursued for a day and a night, tirelessly, with only one belief in their hearts: to destroy the enemy as much as possible and defend their homeland. They finally stopped at the junction of Cangyun Continent and Yanlie Continent.

Before them was the Yanlie Continent, where the orcs lived and where they had their headquarters. The terrain there was complex and full of dangers, and if they went too deep, they might encounter unknown dangers. After careful consideration, the human side decided not to pursue them anymore. They slowly set out on their journey home, exhausted but with the glory of victory.

Zhang Deshuai looked at the orcs pouring into the Flaming Continent, his eyes sweeping across this barren land. The Flaming Continent appeared before him, a frightening sight.

The vast land was shrouded in red, as if it had been burned by endless flames. The bare rocks were jagged and lifeless, like cracked wounds on the earth. The wind whistled past, blowing up dust all over the sky, blurring the vision. There was almost no green here, no lush vegetation, no clear streams, only dryness, heat and desolation.

The air was filled with a dull atmosphere, as if it could make people breathe heavily. The red soil seemed to tell the hardships and vicissitudes that this land had experienced. The mountains in the distance were rolling, but there were no lush trees on the mountains, only steep rocks and rolling gravel.

The human warriors looked at the orcs who had fled to the Flaming Continent, their eyes gleaming with victory. Their faces were covered in dust and blood, and their armor was badly damaged, but this could not conceal their inner joy and pride.

"We won! We won!" I don't know who was the first to shout, and then all the human warriors raised their weapons and cheered loudly. The voices were full of excitement, excitement and relief for surviving the disaster.

They shouted as loudly as they could, releasing the pressure and fear that had been pent up in their hearts for a long time. Tears and laughter intertwined, they hugged each other and celebrated this hard-won victory.

"We beat the orcs and forced them to flee in panic!" "We defended our homeland!" The cheers of the warriors rose one after another, echoing in this land that was once ravaged by war.

They thought of their fallen comrades in arms, and a wave of grief surged in their hearts, but more of a firm belief in victory. They knew that their struggle and sacrifice were not in vain, and they had exchanged their blood and courage for peace and tranquility.

In the joy of victory, the soldiers seemed to see the smiling faces of their loved ones in their distant homes and the peaceful and harmonious life beckoning to them. They believed that after this brutal battle, the future would be full of hope and light.

The victorious human and elven warriors returned to Beitai Fortress with full glory and firm but exhausted steps. Their faces were filled with the joy of victory, but their eyes also revealed deep fatigue and grief for their lost comrades.

However, they did not rest after returning. The soldiers quietly began to clean up the battlefield, carrying the bodies of the fallen comrades of the human race back one by one with great respect, and finding a peaceful resting place for them. They gently put down the bodies of their comrades and dug the soil for them with their hands so that they could rest in peace. Everyone's movements were gentle and solemn, as if they were afraid of disturbing the sleeping spirits of the heroes.

As for the bodies of the orcs, they chose to burn them all. The raging fire and the rising black smoke seemed to mark the end of this cruel war.

The giant beasts of the orcs were expertly skinned and their meat was used as barbecue ingredients to celebrate the victory that night. A bonfire was burning in the fortress, illuminating the warriors' weather-beaten faces.

The atmosphere of the celebration was very warm. All the soldiers sat around the campfire, holding a glass of wine in their hands and smiling brightly. They drank and sang loudly, and their songs were full of cheers for victory and longing for the future.

Some people stood up and started dancing happily. Although their steps were a little heavy, they were full of strength and joy. Their dancing postures might not be graceful, but every movement was full of love for life and yearning for freedom.

Soldiers hugged each other, shared the joy of victory, and recounted their heroic deeds in battle. Some recalled the moments of fighting side by side with their comrades, and tears welled up in their eyes, but they were tears of emotion and relief.

Laughter, singing, and the clinking of glasses intertwined and echoed throughout the Beitai Fortress. They forgot their pain and fatigue and immersed themselves in this hard-won victory. The carnival gradually came to an end until the eastern sky turned pale and the day dawned, but the fire of hope in the soldiers' hearts burned even more vigorously.

Zhang Deshuai looked at the drunken soldiers staggering around him and smiled helplessly. At this time, a soldier hurried over to inform Zhang Deshuai that Marshal More was looking for him.

Zhang Deshuai nodded, straightened his messy clothes, and walked towards the marshal's room. Along the way, his thoughts kept churning, wondering why the teacher wanted to see him.

Arriving at the door of the marshal's room, Zhang Deshuai took a deep breath, knocked gently, and pushed the door open after getting permission. After entering the room, he saw Mor sitting in the main seat with a serious look. There were three elves sitting below, their clothes were gorgeous and exquisite, and they exuded an innate noble temperament, and it was obvious that they were of extraordinary status.

Zhang Deshuai's gaze lingered briefly on the three elves, then he turned to Mor, bowed respectfully, and said, "Teacher, are you looking for me?" Mor nodded slightly, looked at him deeply, but did not speak immediately.

The atmosphere in the room seemed a little solemn, and Zhang Deshuai's doubts became stronger. The three elves sat quietly, with scrutiny and expectation in their eyes, which made Zhang Deshuai feel an invisible pressure.

Mor was silent for a moment, and finally said slowly: "Commander De, although we won this battle, the situation in the future is still grim. These three elf messengers have brought important news that is closely related to our future." Zhang Deshuai straightened his body, his expression focused, ready to listen to the next words.