Not This Forbidden Spell Hit the Wrong Side, Did It?

Within the sprawling Orc encampment.

At that moment, the camp was in an uproar. Countless Orcs emerged from their tents, seized their weapons, and raced toward their respective legions.

The assembled Orc formations wasted no time, swiftly taking up positions at every defensive point and entering combat readiness.

Clearly, the disturbance at the City of Guardianship had quickly drawn the vigilance of the Orc central command camp.

Atop a broad watchtower at the highest point in the camp stood an elderly Behemoth over ten meters tall, with a rugged face.

His eyes flashed like lightning as he observed the hundreds of thousands of human cavalry slowly advancing toward them after completing their assembly.

"What does the Sacred Co-Prosperity Kingdom think it's doing?"

"Do they really think such a small force can break through our central command camp?"

"Heh, I think Roland has been driven into a corner and can only make a desperate gamble. He wants to see whether he can force our Royal Elite Legions to return and defend the central command camp, relieving the crisis of the other cities falling along the City of Guardianship's defensive line."

"That's right. The five Royal Elite Legions and two hundred thousand Eaglekin have already gained the upper hand. Roland must have realized there's no turning things around, so he's come to fight us to the death."

Legendary experts from the lion, tiger, wolf, and other races spoke with barely concealed scorn.

Their words also brought a faint smile to the leading elderly Behemoth's lips.

"His Majesty was indeed right. The Sacred Co-Prosperity Kingdom has concentrated most of its strength in the City of Guardianship, leaving its other cities severely undermanned. They may be able to withstand attacks from ordinary Orcs, but they absolutely cannot stop the Royal Elite Legions."

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