Chapter 1348: Chapter 253: Silent Collision
Without any surprises, the weak Ratn were quickly defeated, but the commotion of the battle attracted reinforcents from other Ratn and Elephantn.
What was originally a small skirmish turned into a chaotic lee between two species.
Similar scenes were constantly unfolding in the Orc Camp. The conflicted various Orc Races were avenging grudges and grievances in acts of wild revenge.
In the initial stages of the chaos, the Orc High Levels paid no attention.
After all, racial conflicts were nothing new to the Orc Army, and they had plenty of experience in handling them.
But tonight was different—after their inner desires were magnified, everyone began to behave with ferocious intensity.
When the Orc officers responsible for managing conflicts arrived on the scene, not only did they fail to stop the fighting, they were pulled into the lee themselves.
As the brawls escalated further, the officers on duty finally realized sothing was wrong and hurriedly reported the news.
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“Marshal, there’s been a camp riot in the encampnt near the enemy city. Multiple species’ armies have already been drawn into the chaos.
The enforcent team was sent to suppress the situation but failed…”
Receiving this disastrous news, the Orc High Levels gathered for a eting turned pale.
Internal conflicts were commonplace, but when conflicts spiraled out of control, they could lead to camp riots.
In the dead of night, soldiers blinded by rage couldn’t recognize friend or foe, slaughtering not only enemy races but even their own people.
“Issue orders imdiately: all troops must stay strictly confined to their camps and are forbidden to step outside without my command!
You will all return to your units now and regain control of your forces. Under no circumstances can more armies be drawn into this chaos.
Guards, follow to the scene to investigate the cause of this outbreak!”
Crown Prince Daniel ordered coldly.
The camp riot had already happened, and the only option left was to minimize the damage. As for the units already caught in the chaos, they were left entirely to fate.
In the pitch-black dark, sending reinforcents recklessly would only further escalate the scale of the riot.
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Leading his Guard, Daniel rushed to the battlefield. Despite being accustod to scenes of slaughter, he was stunned by the madness before him.
The soldiers from various species engaged in battle had clearly descended into a state of frenzy, with nothing but slaughter filling their minds.
“Marshal, sothing’s off. Ever since we entered this area, I’ve felt my inner resentnt escalating. Perhaps those soldiers are affected by the sa phenonon.”
As he spoke, the Old Priest cast a divine spell to purify and calm minds.
The soldiers caught within the spell’s range instantly stopped, standing dumbfounded and staring blankly, seemingly unable to believe what had happened.
Witnessing this scene, Daniel ground his teeth in fury. There was no doubt—this had to be a ploy by the enemy.
No evidence was needed. On the battlefield, any unexpected developnt could be pinned on the enemy, and in nine out of ten cases, this assumption wouldn’t be wrong.
“Send word imdiately: have the Sacrifice Clan intervene to rescue as many soldiers as possible!”
Though the order was issued, Daniel’s inner turmoil remained unresolved. The war had only just begun, yet the enemy already laid traps for them. This grievance was sothing he silently vowed to settle with Hudson.
The tactics might be different, but the aura of Hudson’s distinctive style remained indelible. In Daniel’s mind, only Hudson could conceive such sinister strategies.
…
As dawn broke and sunlight sparsely blanketed the earth, a new day began.
The Orc Army, which was supposed to press the siege, paused instead. Countless Orc Soldiers were now busily collecting the remains of their comrades from the battlefield.
Thanks to the efforts of the Priests, last night’s camp riot had been brought under control. Nonetheless, the losses were devastating.
The casualties hadn’t been fully tallied yet, but the corpses and blood scattered across the battlefield gave a rough approximation.
Daniel, who hadn’t slept a wink, barely had ti to catch his breath before receiving more grim news.
Calculations carefully laid out against them weren’t reserved for just his own troops—other armies along different fronts suffered no less.
Relatively speaking, Daniel’s own forces were fortunate not to be directly targeted by Hudson.
The Southern Route Army tasked with feigning an attack on Snow Moon Territory was the unluckiest. A Sanctuary Divine Beast sprayed potion over their heads, eliminating several high-ranking Priests in utter confusion.
After barely stabilizing the chaos, they were assaulted by defending forces, forcing them back dozens of miles before their formation could recover.
Once again, a classic case of the enemy choosing the ripest fruit to squeeze first.
If not for the inherent strength of his personal troops and their swift containnt of the situation last night, Daniel was certain they would not have been spared a sudden assault.
“Damn that Hudson! Still as despicable as ever!”
After a furious outburst, Daniel realized in embarrassnt that there was little he could do at the mont.
The enemy was far too cautious, retreating into their turtle shell imdiately after unleashing their attacks, leaving no openings for reprisal.
“Marshal, the Southern Route Army has suffered a crushing defeat. The enemy’s Sanctuary Powerhouses must have acted!
The army’s top commanders and Priests are typically protected with great care and would normally be immune to such incidents.
What’s more, their strength isn’t weak, and even if confronted by the enemy’s Eighth-order Strongn, they wouldn’t be without the ans to resist!”
Marquis Ussuh said gravely.
If the enemy could strike the Southern Route Army’s commanders, they could just as easily target their own. Should they be unlucky enough to collide with such foes, death would co swiftly and without warning.
“Where’s the evidence?”
Daniel asked coldly.
Though the Orc Races had obtained their respective inheritances only recently, the Eighth-order Strongn capable of reaching the Sanctuary Level were all in secret retreat attempting breakthroughs.
Without Sanctuary Powerhouses of their own to counter the enemy, they would have no choice but to petition allied forces for support. However, this would require solid evidence to present their case.
The crux of the issue was that this war had been forcefully instigated by them to begin with, triggering dissatisfaction from the Elf Race right from the outset.
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