1229: Chapter 208, Forbidden Spell 1229: Chapter 208, Forbidden Spell By the stream, Hudson and his n were busily recuperating and washing up.
Days of heavy combat had left even these veterans feeling physically and ntally drained.
In contrast to their previously gentle and refined deanor, everyone now was filled with an intense malice that seed to chill the air around them.
As a commander seasoned in campaigns to both the south and the north, Hudson had seen this scene of overflowing killing intent countless tis.
After each major battle, this kind of situation would arise.
Often, he didn’t even need to read the battle reports; based just on the soldiers’ aura, he could roughly gauge the outco of the battle.
Without a doubt, this ominous aura was not a good sign.
Even if it could intimidate the enemy, Hudson preferred not to have it.
The aura was so strong that it could infiltrate the brain, leading to ntal breakdowns; a common occurrence.
Hudson had witnessed soldiers go mad right after a battle.
Troop recuperation after combat, other than for physical recovery, was also to help the soldiers adjust their ntality and rid themselves of malice.
Of course, most soldiers didn’t have major issues.
Though they had taken part in the slaughter, the number of enemies they actually killed wasn’t that high.
This ti the circumstances were clearly different.
The entire assault team, made up of just over two hundred n, had achieved combat results in the tens of thousands.
Achieving one hundred and even one thousand kills was nothing unusual.
If a Hawkman had killed less than three figures, it simply ant they were dragging the team down.
Influenced by the malicious aura, everyone’s temper had flared significantly.
The slightest disagreent among comrades could escalate to a full-blown curse-laden quarrel.
Just diating internal conflicts was enough to make Hudson’s head spin, compelling the team to halt and rest.
“Archbishop Tyron, the malevolence everyone is carrying now is quite heavy.
If this goes on for too long, I’m afraid it might affect their nature.
Is there a way to eliminate it directly?” Hudson asked with concern.
“Marshal, the current problem isn’t just due to the slaughter but also the curses unleashed by the Hawkn just before their death.
Besides the Beast God Sacrifice Shamans, the Orc Empire has another mysterious group – the Shamans.
Most of them have practiced the Curse Art.
While this dark art sounds frightening, it is not as terrifying as the rumors suggest.
It can be seen as one kind of psychological attack.
It is said that casting such spells requires harsh conditions, including preparing a dium and sacrifices, and also bearing the corresponding backlash.
In the recent battles, there were Shamans present.
These faint curses are likely what they unleashed in their dying monts.
Without a dium to guide them and relying solely on sacrifices for casting, with everyone’s strength here, they could definitely withstand it.
After a few days, it wouldn’t be an issue.
If you want to resolve it imdiately, you can perform the Purification Technique to cleanse the soul and expel the curses that cling to it.”
After hearing Archbishop Tyron’s explanation, Hudson furrowed his brow.
The solution was indeed straightforward, but the implentation was troubleso.
There were countless Orc tribes on the great plains waiting to be ‘saved’.
Staying for extended recuperation was just wasting opportunities for combat.
The enemy wouldn’t stay in place waiting to be killed.
Once the word spread, it was highly likely that the Orc tribes would choose to migrate.
Once the Orcs were on the move, replicating the sa targeted clearing as before would beco difficult.
Unless they were extrely unlucky and ran into them directly, just searching for the targets would be troubleso.
Utilizing the Purification Technique was also not a good choice.
It was a life-sapping spell, especially when it involved the soul, which was a considerable taboo.
Even if the King were here, he couldn’t force everyone to undergo the treatnt.
“Whether or not you want to receive the Purification Technique is up to you!
If you feel sothing wrong with your body, find a Priest for treatnt.
The Hawkn have scattered.
Continuing the pursuit makes no sense.
We’ll halt here and recuperate for five days to adjust our mindsets before picking a new target,” Hudson ordered with a solemn expression.
Stirring up hatred was definitely not the right move.
If there was an effect, so be it.
After all, the Orc Empire didn’t have many Shamans, so it wasn’t possible for them to curse everyone.
From their mannerisms, aside from a few who were temperantal and showed signs of losing control, most people appeared normal.
Subsequent issues were beyond Hudson’s control now.
Taking a five-day break was his bottom line; if delayed further, the opportunity would be lost.
The Orc tribes weren’t foolish; knowing that a group of God Slayers had entered the plains, they wouldn’t just foolishly remain in place.
Once their location changed, the map in Hudson’s hands would be useless.
To kill the Orcs, they would have to find their new hiding spots first.
If the world only consisted of the Kingdom of Alpha and the Orc Empire, then dragging on wouldn’t matter.
Unfortunately, the situation on the Continent of Aslante was too complex, and Hudson had to consider intervention from the Alien Coalition.
…
The silence of the expedition team did not inhibit the spread of their reputation across the great plains.
The proud and majestic Hawkman Court was ruthlessly wiped out, with over a dozen Hawkman Tribes rcilessly slaughtered.
Any sowhat knowledgeable Orc knew the Hawkman Tribe was finished!
Perhaps due to the importance of the Air Force, other races would lend them a hand, but a decline in their status was inevitable.
Without even taking a breather, having a Royal Family fall marked the resurgence of the na Devil King Hudson throughout the plains.
Unlike the previous ti when he picked on an easy target, this ti it was a direct assault on a Royal Family, bringing political impact on a wholly different level.
Beyond the shock, what followed was endless fear.
So much so that nearly all Orcs prayed their tribes would never encounter “Devil King Hudson’s team.”
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