Chapter 1353: Chapter 254: Burning the Connected Camps_3
The situation remains most dire for the Southern Route Army. After the previous defeat, they retreated to the eastern side of the Cursed Land in one breath, lacking even the courage to launch another attack.
Of course, as a force tasked with feigned assaults, their target being the Demon King Hudson’s old lair, their performance at this point doesn’t surprise anyone.
“Your Majesty Lionman Emperor, the current battlefront is too narrow, and the enemy possesses sufficient troops to defend against us.
You are well aware of Alpha Kingdom’s defensive lines. It has never been as simple as breaking through a single wall to capture a city.
Take this unimposing fortress in front of us as an example: we’ve already breached five walls, yet the enemy still stands firm in front of us.
Judging from the current situation, changing the tide of battle will likely have to wait until spring when the ice and snow lt, allowing us to launch a flanking maneuver from the north.
Compared to the frontal defense, the enemy’s defenses in the north are significantly weaker. However, the transportation routes in the north are far worse.
I personally scouted the area. Once the ice and snow lt, we can temporarily open a path for everyone to travel through. It won’t take much ti!”
Marshal Daniel said expressionlessly.
The plan was laid out, and in the end, no one really had a choice. This invasion of Alpha Kingdom not only served to divert internal conflicts but also provided the grasslands with an opportunity to recuperate.
Outsiders often perceive the Orcs as warlike creatures, yet the reality is that many of their wars are fought out of desperation.
Drought and scarce rainfall have caused severe damage to the grassland’s ecology. If the tribes were allowed to spread out across the region unchecked, even the grassroots themselves would be uprooted.
Destruction is easy, but restoration is hard. Even in an Extraordinary World, once grasslands beco desertified, restoring them would entail a considerable price.
The great plains are the Orc’s best habitat. Lands further east consist of mountains, hills, and plateaus—relying on a nomadic civilization to develop these areas would clearly be making life difficult for the Orcs.
In the past, the Orc’s Royal Court had frequently organized efforts to address grassland desertification.
After nurous attempts, they ultimately concluded: controlling the population size would give the grasslands sufficient ti to recover.
Under this guiding principle, every Orc invasion coincided with the grassland’s recovery period.
To support warti efforts, the grasslands near Alpha Kingdom were designated as backup bases during wars and were mostly off-limits to tribal grazing during regular tis.
This is one of the reasons why, despite knowing they had slim chances of victory, the Orc Empire still chose to prolong the wars.
“I do not object to opening a new battlefield in spring, but Hudson is the most ruthless with his military tactics—any slight carelessness could lead to falling into his traps.
There have been far too many cautionary tales in the past. Marshal, I urge you to proceed with caution!”
The Elephantman King insinuated with a hidden edge.
Clearly, this was an expression of dissatisfaction regarding the previous ambush, during which the Elephantman’s forces suffered devastating losses. Unfortunately, beyond complaints, there was little he could do now.
Replacing the commander? That was out of the question!
In recent years, renowned generals within the Orc Empire have dwindled. One after another, those once formidable leaders t untily ends at the hands of Hudson.
In contrast to his peers, Marshal Daniel now stood out strikingly. Although he struggled against Hudson, his performance during previous civil wars was invincible.
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The night at Snow Moon Lake was eerily silent, sparse moonlight reflecting off the lake’s surface, faintly revealing vessels moving forward.
Extended-version Magic Crystal Cannons mirrored in the lake, emitting an especially haunting aura under the moonlit sky.
As Commander-in-Chief, Hudson stood on the flagship, gazing at the brightly illuminated Orc Camp in the distance. The accompanying magicians were already itching to act, prepared to unleash chaos at any mont.
Frankly speaking, when it cos to arson, Maxim is the expert. But for such operations, so degree of concealnt is necessary.
The unwritten rule that Sanctuaries do not interfere in wars is one Hudson has no desire to break. Once all parties set aside their restrictions, those who would suffer the most would be ordinary civilians.
Closer, and closer still!
“There’s soone on the lake!”
Soone shouted, instantly drawing the attention of the officers on duty, who imdiately sounded the alarm.
But by then, the warning was already too late. At Hudson’s command, the ship’s cannons unleashed their volleys, and the Fire Series magicians, fully prepared, began their performance in earnest.
The Wind magicians, serving as the perfect companions, complented the flas with gusts of wind—freshly kindled flas were carried from one tent to another in rapid succession.
As a specialist in playing with fire, Maxim blended seamlessly into the arsonists’ ranks. While others incinerated one tent, Maxim could ignite a hundred.
It was all thanks to Gold Coins’ allure. For this operation, Maxim’s paynt was calculated based on the number of tents burned, leaving him with no choice but to give his all.
Upon closer inspection, one would notice that while setting fires, his claws were still clutching a mory Stone, recording everything as he went.
Aided by the wind’s force, sparks quickly erupted into a raging inferno. The Orc Camp, composed of continuous tents, was reduced to a sea of flas in an instant.
“Put out the fire!”
“Quick, put out the fire!”
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No matter how the Orc Leaders shouted, they failed to stop the fire’s spread. Even when powerful warriors erged to contain the blaze, new ignition points would soon arise.
“Boom, boom, boom…”
An elderly Orc had just cut away a burning tent and barely had a chance to catch his breath before a round from a Magic Crystal Cannon struck.
There was no alternative—amid a sea of flas consuming the battlefield, this lone shrinking pocket of resistance stood out unmistakably.
The price of standing out was brutal: caught off guard, half of the elder’s body was blown apart. He appeared to want to say sothing, but his body succumbed before the words could escape his lips.
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