The Orcs charged like a tidal Charge.
The Fungal Giants are enormous, and their unique body structure makes them very difficult to kill.
Unfortunately, they are naturally slow-moving, Orcs can easily win as long as they have a handy Battle Axe.
Unfortunately, among the millions of Orcs, only a few officers and generals were armed; Orcs rest carried sticks, stones, and other such objects.
Orcs could only fight the Fungal Giants with brute force and claws, and on average, it took five Orcs to kill one Fungal Giants.
The Spore Grove was quickly stained red with blood.
The ground was covered with corpses, and severed limbs were everywhere.
The Fungal Giants walked past, tearing the Orcs's corpse to pieces and turning it into a bloody pulp after repeated trampling.
Although the Orcs fought bravely, faced with the continuous sacrifice of their brethren, more and more Orcs wavered and retreated in fear.
Gai Laya's eyes were wide open. He was wearing thick armor, holding two Battle Axes in his hands, and personally oversaw the battle from the rear, leading an elite force.
Those who were cowardly were all killed by Gai Laya's oversight forces.
Although there aren't many Fungal Giants in the Spore Grove, they are different from Orcs. They are relatively simple-minded, lack the fear of death, and will fight to the last man and never surrender.
As the sun set, after most of the day's fighting, the front of the supervising troops was piled high with Orcs corpses.
Eitrigg was very satisfied with Gai Laya's performance; she was a born ruler who would not flinch no matter how many of her brethren Execute.
"Gai Laya, there's an old saying among the Orcs: every chieftain's throne is built on piles of bones; a chieftain needs to be born cold-blooded and ruthless."
Gai Laya surveyed the blood-soaked Battle Axe, his eyes gleaming with excitement, and laughed heartily:
"Eitrigg, thanks to your help, otherwise I really wouldn't know how to command these million Orcs."
The idea of having a supervisory force was Eitrigg's. The Orcs suffered over 50,000 casualties, yet they were still able to fight bravely, all thanks to the supervisory force.
Eitrigg chuckled and said, "This is nothing. We Orcs often use chariot troops. Remember, the chieftain should not lead the Charge lightly. From now on, you should often say, 'Charge!' instead of 'Charge with me.'"
At this moment, the battle in the Spore Grove was coming to an end, and the Fungal Giants had been completely wiped out.
The Orcs are trying to collect the corpses of their comrades, not to give them a proper burial, but to turn them into Tough Jerky.
Strangely, the corpses, repeatedly trampled by both sides, were sucked into the swamp, leaving hardly any bones behind.
Scouts reported this to Eitrigg and Gai Laya, but neither of them took it seriously.
Gai Laya simply nodded, his mind focused on leading troops into battle, and earnestly sought advice from Eitrigg:
"Lord Eitrigg, I am new to the Battlefield, please guide me."
As a Veteran with extensive combat experience, Eitrigg himself is a living military manual.
Eitrigg felt an inexplicable fondness for Gai Laya; perhaps Gai Laya possessed a strange charm, being almost completely open with him.
"Leading troops in battle is an art. For example, in a force of ten, the leader must personally lead the Charge to boost morale. Once the Orcs number over a thousand, military discipline must be enforced to cultivate the soldiers' habit of obeying rules. If it exceeds ten thousand, it relies on the reputation and prestige of the commander-in-chief. Look at the Orcs Warchief; aren't they all renowned and possess legendary experiences, though it's unknown how much of that is fabricated."
Gai Laya took out his notebook and wrote it down carefully.
Eitrigg asked curiously, "You can read and write?"
Gai Laya chuckled sheepishly, "I used to be a maid under a Blue Dragonflight scholar, and he taught me to read and write."
Eitrigg realized then that there was a certain quality about Gai Laya that attracted him, which was inseparable from the training he received from that Blue Dragonflight scholar.
"How does the Savior lead his troops into battle?" Gai Laya asked hesitantly, his eyes filled with unease.
A nameless jealousy welled up in Eitrigg's heart, and after a long while, he said:
Thrall had only one principle in leading his troops: ruthlessness. He would stop at nothing to achieve his goals. He made quite a few mistakes, such as the recent Battle of the Black Temple.
Eitrigg quickly shut his mouth; if such words got out, it would be disastrous.
Gai Laya was taken aback at first, then looked doubtful and lowered his head, seemingly lost in thought.
Eitrigg wanted to cover it up with praise for Thrall, something he was best at, but for some reason he couldn't bring himself to say it.
"It's good that Gai Laya sees Thrall's true colors, so she won't be deceived," Eitrigg consoled himself.
Gai Laya changed the subject, asking, "Eitrigg, what do you think should be done next?"
Eitrigg's expression turned serious. "When killing the enemy, we must nip them in the bud. The Fungal Giants' strongholds are not limited to this one place; the Mushroom Cave in the east is their true base."
Gai Laya pointed to the northwest of the map:
"The Ogres at Angorosh Fortress are also a target that needs to be eliminated. We have a million Orcs, why not divide our forces and attack the Fungal Giants and the Ogres separately?"
Eitrigg a cold laugh, "Gai Laya, this is the next lesson I'm going to teach you: never divide your forces before you have complete control of the army."
Gai Laya stared wide-eyed with curiosity, her eyes filled with anticipation.
Eitrigg sighed deeply and said, "Throughout Orcs history, there have been too many ambitious people; no one can be trusted. Dividing our forces is tantamount to splitting us apart."
Gai Laya bowed deeply. "Thank you for your guidance, sir. I will forever remember your kindness."
The Orcs army cleaned up the Battlefield and, led by the Sporelings, headed towards the Mushroom Cave to the east.
Wherever the army passed, Zang mushrooms that had grown for tens of thousands of years were cut down and became food for the Orcs.
Even so, the Orcs were still starving, and Orcs collapsed while walking, thus improving the meals for their companions.
Deep underground in the Spore Grove, countless enormous roots crisscross, forming a dense underground network.
Robbie and Krasus followed a hollow root.
The passage was pitch black, and the road junctions were complicated. Krasus got lost as he walked.
"It's an unimaginable miracle," Krasus exclaimed. "I feel like I'm walking through the veins of a colossal creature."
Robbie chuckled and said, "It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it blood vessels. The ancient spore swarm Zang was a massive life form, and we're inside its corpse."
"Where are you taking me?" Krasus asked worriedly.
"It'll be soon. The truth about life in Zangarmarsh, an ancient miracle of life."
Robbie used magic to break through the wall, and the sound of Flowing Water could be heard from below.
A wisp of Holy Light dispelled the darkness, and Krasus looked down, immediately taken aback.
A river of flesh and blood flowed slowly, leading deep underground.
Without a doubt, these were fallen Orcs, providing nourishment for something deep underground.
"Zang, it's still alive?" Krasus deduced the terrible truth.
Robbie said Anjing, "It's hard to say. Perhaps it's Zang's sleeping soul, or perhaps a new consciousness has emerged from the corpse."
"What are you going to do?" Krasus asked in surprise.
"Of course, we should wake it up," Robbie said with a smile.
"Awakening an ancient will, even if he is only a remnant soul, is far more powerful than us." Krasus shook his head repeatedly.