Chapter 247: 242, Beastman’s “staple food
Charles managed to hold out until the third day, when he had no choice but to command his small team to retreat, as his supplies were running low.
Before leaving, Charles looked back at Strasbourg, which was still being battered by howling winds, flashes of lightning, and pouring rain, and he couldn’t help but complain, “Those beastman saints really have staying power!”
Sophia Garanord, unfamiliar with such an old joke from another world, earnestly replied, “Sacred Order mbers are capable of fighting for several days.”
Charles returned a smile and led his small team toward Machu Picchu.
This small troop of hundreds, battling against stormy winds and thunderous skies, took half a day to put twenty kiloters between themselves and Strasbourg.
Fortunately, the further they got from Strasbourg, the less they felt the impact of the beastman Sacred Order shaman’s Great Wind Technique, and beyond twenty kiloters, the wind in the sky, although still howling, allowed them to faintly see the gray sky, the torrential rain had weakened to heavy rain, and the thunder was almost invisible, flashing across the sky only occasionally.
Charles took a deep breath and said to Sophia Garanord, “We have a base; we can rest there for a while.”
“We can’t intervene in battles of the Sacred Order, so let’s wait until the outco in Strasbourg is decided before we consider how to fight,” he added.
By then, Sophia Garanord had co to fully trust Charles, not just because he had saved her but also because of his consistent display of courage, determination, reliability, and other qualities hardly seen in his peers.
Sotis, she even felt a slight jealousy toward that West Wind Goddess from the University of Georgia.
Charles didn’t pause; he led his beastman troops and continued marching toward Machu Picchu. Not far from their departure, they ca upon an orc encampnt. Around this encampnt were thousands of human heads hanging densely: so shriveled, so fresh, with old people, n, won, and children…
Charles had guessed at so things but had never dared to imagine the extent.
With just a few hundred n, as Strasbourg’s surroundings were dominated by beastn, it was difficult to get supplies. How was an army of a few hundred thousand orcs to be supplied?
Charles had known what the “main food” for orcs was since he rescued Sophia Garanord and her companions.
Humans!
When Charles saw this orc encampnt, he did not say a word; instead, he gestured and commanded, “Attack!”
Sophia Garanord had been subtly reminding her fellow students not to act rashly, as they were surrounded by a massive orc army with dangers everywhere, and it seed impossible to save these innocent people.
She herself could barely hold back and wanted to rush in to fight.
Upon hearing Charles’s order, Sophia Garanord could no longer suppress her feelings. She shouted and, holding her Lion Maru, was the first to charge into the orc camp, her Knight’s Spear sweeping and toppling seven or eight orcs to the ground in quick succession.
Following her were more than a dozen students from Sheffield University. They had almost beco the “main food” for the orcs. Whenever the Empire proposed a sweep of the orc tribes, there was always soone who objected on humanitarian grounds, arguing that orcs should not be slaughtered either.
Despite this, almost everyone in the Empire knew that only a very small number of orcs had adopted human civilization and customs, and the vast majority still retained the habit of consuming their own kind and other races.
In the southern part of the Old Continent, where the climate is complex, orc agriculture has never been well developed, and food has always been scarce…
Charles once thought that the assassins of the Orc Assassin Alliance, with their behavior no different from that of humans except for so orcish traits, did not co off as crude; even Philedrica managed to study at the University of Georgia.
It wasn’t until he encountered the Hunchback Red Bear Warriors that he felt as though the orcs in the novels were indeed just like this—crude, gluttonous, fond of drinking, unsuspecting, and snoring loudly at night.
However, these Bear People were already among the more civilized and progressive of the orc kinds. In reality, most orc tribes were far worse than Charles had imagined.
The assault ended swiftly.
Charles didn’t even enter the fray.
After all, in his team, there were already more than ten Transcendents.
Charles, Sophia Garanord, Hundred Bear Chief, Bear Tyrant, and Bear Honey were even Mid-Level Transcendents.
The remaining four Bear People and three students from Sheffield University were also exceptionally strong.
Not sothing an ordinary Beastman barracks could withstand.
Charles glanced at the Beastman soldiers lying injured or who had surrendered on the ground and said in a low voice, “Take them with us, and continue the retreat.”
Sophia Garanord couldn’t help but ask, “What about these people?”
Charles called out with force, “We are the Knighthood of the Fars Empire, those willing to co with us, follow imdiately, those who do not wish to, please feel free to leave.”
“The Beastman army will appear soon, and you must escape as quickly as possible, or their retaliation will be extrely harsh.”
Normally, Charles would have taken all the human prisoners with him, but he didn’t have the ti right now.
At Charles’s command, they set out imdiately, with almost no delay, even abandoning most of the spoils of war and only taking so weapons with them.
About two hundred human captives followed the company; so were reluctant to join and wanted to leave on their own, so even dilly-dallied, wanting to negotiate terms with Charles, such as so travel expenses, so were angry and wanted to take revenge after being liberated, others were looting goods in the Beastman camp, and so simply wanted to rest for a while, completely unaware of the danger they were in…
Sophia Garanord couldn’t bear it and said, “We can still take more people with us.”
Charles sighed and said to Sophia Garanord, “We can’t make choices for them.”
“Moreover, staying behind to persuade a few people doesn’t save them but dooms us all.”
Sophia wanted to argue further, but Charles was very determined; although the battle was brief, it would still attract nearby Beastman forces, and they had to leave at once.
Not long after Charles’s forces left, a Beastman troop burst into the camp, while five to six hundred people were still lingering in the camp.
What awaited them…
Charles forced himself not to think about those unwilling to leave.
At the mont, he completely abandoned his emotions, operating his mind entirely on reason.
Humans will risk life and death for minor benefits and for reasons of no value.
After all, he once lived in an era of information overload and had seen countless stark examples.
Charles led his forces to march more than ten kiloters. At that distance, only the undulating breeze remained, and the sky also cleared up, without a drop of rain. He found a place to rest, and about an hour later, dust rose in the rear, accompanied by the roaring sounds of Beastn.
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