Chapter 676 Induction

Callum rode on his horse, frowning.

In front of him, dozens of orc corpses were lying on the ground.

This was a rather tragic scene. The air was still filled with the smell of blood. A large number of flies flew from nowhere and gathered on the corpses to feast on them.

The dead orc soldiers held their weapons tightly. These once strong and agile warriors could only lie on the cold ground.

Many people were covered in blood and their distorted faces still showed pain and anger. Those who had not closed their eyes could still taste the hatred and unwillingness before death.

"It looks like they encountered a terrible ambush."

Accompanying Calum were Ferranlo and Boyle. The silence of the orc generals frightened them, and they could only whisper their observations.

"Collect their bodies!"

Callum gave his first order of the day.

"Yes, sir!"

The subordinates dismounted and carried the bodies one by one, neatly arranging them on a flat grassland.

"There are thirty people in the Urig squad, none of them surrendered, all died in battle."

The orc in charge of checking the bodies reported to Callum.

"What is the situation of the enemy?"

"Judging from the footprints, the number of the enemy should be between fifty and sixty, and they are undoubtedly humans. Judging from the traces on the battlefield, Urig and others were first tripped by the trip rope, and then a large number of crossbows were shot from the side of the road, causing them considerable casualties. Finally, humans suddenly rushed out of the forest to attack them. Everyone fought to the last breath. They are heroes!"

After listening to the subordinates' report patiently, Callum walked to the side of the corpse.

He silently said: "Rest in peace, warriors on the grassland, may you soon be in the arms of the grassland spirit."

The subordinates lit a fire and burned the bodies on the ground to ashes.

Life on the grassland is hard, and the funerals of orcs are not as grand as those in the human world. They are often burned.

"They have proved their courage, so what should we do?"

Callum's eyes were as big as two copper bells, and he asked the subordinates who came with him loudly. The firelight dyed his whole face red.

The orcs were inspired by the momentum of the general and shouted.

"Revenge for them!"

"Kill the humans!"

"Capture them, destroy them!"

...

Listening to the howling, Ferranro and Boyle couldn't help but frown.

Is it really the right choice for the Grand Duke to let such a group of guys enter the human world?

However, they are already here.

"Since they were ambushed here, the royal army must have followed this road to the Black Stone Plain, so they left troops behind."

Boyle made his own judgment.

A cruel look flashed in Callum's eyes, and he clenched his right hand fiercely, and his joints cracked.

"I will catch up with them along this road! I will sacrifice their blood to my compatriots!"

Waaaaaaah!

The orc general raised his head and let out a long roar that shook the earth!

As the roar spread rapidly, the earth seemed to tremble as if a switch was pressed.

The rumbling sound spread from a distance like a wave.

Ferraro turned around and looked. After a while, countless cavalrymen appeared in his field of vision, with tall and strong bodies and equally tall and strong mounts under their crotch.

They all had firm expressions and cold faces, as if they could become one of the most destructive forces in the world with just one order from their superiors.

The waves formed by the orc cavalry quickly washed over the forest, and the dense horse hooves even trampled the grass on both sides of the road.

Along this forest road, huge waves swept towards the west.

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In the Sunset Valley, the retreating royal capital army temporarily stationed here.

A hurried figure came to the front of the tent.

"I am Duke Ousmane Aramburu, and I want to see Her Highness Catherine!"

"Please come in, Your Highness, Her Highness has been waiting for you."

The guard lifted the curtain at the entrance of the tent for him.

Duke Aramburu walked into the tent and saw a figure studying the hanging map.

"Your Highness!"

"Duke, long time no see!"

Catherine turned around and looked at the old nobleman in front of her, whose hair was already a little gray, but still trimmed his mustache meticulously, and she couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

The Aramburu family is the largest noble family in the Black Stone Plain.

The Duke was very excited, "Yes, the last time I saw you was in Jingyao..."

Catherine's tone changed, "But now is not the time to be emotional."

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"Are they the orcs you mentioned in your letter?"

"Yes."

The Duke cursed: "Damn Bradley family, I have long felt that there is something wrong with this family, but they are so shameless as to cooperate with orcs."

"Your Highness, how many orcs are there heading to Blackrock Plains?"

Catherine smiled bitterly: "Based on various signs, there are at least 15,000 chasing us, and there are also Bradley family troops cooperating with them."

The Duke became nervous when he heard this.

Catherine comforted him: "I have asked Lester to lead the team to create the illusion that we are retreating from there on another road. If successful, we can delay them for a few days."

At this point, Catherine couldn't help but feel a little worried. He and his men had not yet returned to the team.

"Duke Alanburu, we need a victory to kill the arrogance of the orcs. How many people can you mobilize?"

"Your Highness, I will send out 20,000 people from my own territory, and the other territories...it depends on the specific situation."

At least 20,000 people?

Catherine was already very satisfied, although she knew that a large proportion of them were farmers holding pitchforks.

The Duke continued: "I have already issued a notice, and soon the lords from all over Blackstone Plain will lead their troops to support us. Then we will be able to gather a large army and give the orcs a head-on blow."

"Well..."

Just as Catherine was about to say something, the curtain of the tent was lifted and Ophelia walked in.

"Lester is back!"

"Great!"

Catherine's heart was finally at ease.

"There's another good news!"

Ophelia handed over a piece of letter paper with a smile.

"Telegram?"

Catherine took it immediately, and her heart was pounding.

There was not much content on it, and it could be read at a glance.

"Paul will send an army to support us!"

The princess shouted with some surprise.

"Paul? Is it Count Graman?"

Duke Alanburu immediately guessed who Catherine was talking about. He had met the owner of Lake Heart Town in the capital, and the Duke was also present when the king announced the marriage.