At the center of the battlefield, Trevor, who had already been preparing to make a run for it, froze in utter astonishment.
The Power Sword in his hand was still parrying Typhus's attacks, but his eyes involuntarily drifted toward the chaotic flank.
Although "lure the Orks into attacking to relieve pressure on the front" was indeed a plan the Death Seekers' command had long since put in its notes, nobody had expected these muscle-brained Orks to cooperate so flawlessly.
This was practically a textbook flank attack!
The Ork army's timing was impeccable. They struck at the critical moment when Typhus had committed his main force, its momentum spent before it could recover, and packed his formation too tightly in an effort to surround and kill Trevor, the Living Saint.
If Typhus did not immediately divert troops to plug that enormous gap, the Ork maniacs swarming over the hills could punch straight through the Plague Legion's flank and then encircle them. But the instant Typhus redeployed his forces, gaps would appear in what had been a lethal encirclement around Trevor.
That meant the Death Seekers had gained every intended benefit of this strategic plan without spending a single nuclear bomb or even revealing their trump cards. They even got to watch two packs of heretics tear each other apart as a bonus.
What kind of luck is this? Did the Emperor perform a miracle? Trevor muttered inwardly. Or did a player sneak in among the Orks? But I haven't heard anything about that.
In fact, this was certainly no coincidence, nor had any player infiltrated their ranks.
The Ork warlord who launched this charge, Gulg "Iron-Toof," might have been an Ork, but he was no fool. On the contrary, as a boss who had thrived on this planet and survived more