Battle of the Breakout

"Shoot!"

At a command, a rain of white arrows whistled out, heading straight for the Beastfolk army blocking their path.

"Raise shields, attack!"

The simple wooden shields were instantly erected, withstanding the rain of arrows, and pressed forward step by step towards the human army.

The enemy before him was clearly an elite Beastfolk, and Duke Agalon was so angry he felt like vomiting blood.

They promised to let them off the hook, but even with their own battle flags flying high, the Beastfolk showed no mercy whatsoever.

Arguing with the Beastfolk is out of the question. If this shady insider deal gets exposed, he's finished.

They weren't the only ones breaking out from the southeast; there was also the Noble Allied Forces from the Southeast Province led by Count Pierce, as well as the noble armies from the two southwestern provinces.

Now everyone is working together. While we can't say that every move we make is under each other's watchful eye, we are generally keeping an eye on each other.

"Brave knights, for glory, follow me into battle!"

Duke Agalon roared.

If there is no road, then we can only fight our way out.

Upon seeing this, Agustin, who was in charge of commanding the Beastfolk army, shook his head inwardly.

It wasn't that he broke his promise; the script had simply changed. Humans aren't as diverse as Beastfolk, and even if he wanted to focus his attacks on the southern nobles, his Beastfolk soldiers wouldn't be able to distinguish them!

If we let Duke Agalon's army leave, it would be tantamount to letting the entire human army in front of us go.

The Orc Empire is already in enough trouble; if the Northern Expeditionary Army were to escape unscathed, it might truly be the end of the world.

"Cavalry charge! Stop the enemy's Knight Order!"

A bloody battle has begun. Two elite forces of the era clashed fiercely on the vast grasslands.

Duke Agalon's warhammer swept away the three Behemoth Cavalry who were intercepting him like a whirlwind, instantly sending them flying. Blood and screams filled the air at the same time!

His guards followed closely behind, taking out their miniature Magic Crossbow and aiming in all directions. Each time they pulled the trigger, four short arrows flew out, followed by screams and the sound of someone falling off their horse.

Not far away, Count Pierce had already thrown away his battle shield and gripped his knight's lance with both hands. He moved through the enemy like a white light, and the silver spearhead was instantly covered in red.

The commander-in-chief's leading by example had a clear effect on boosting morale. Infected by this atmosphere, the initially uneasy soldiers gradually became bloodthirsty and frenzied.

They either fight their way out alive, or become food for the enemy, and finally transform into... nourishing this vast grassland.

The moment the army broke out, Marshal Campbell ordered the camp to be burned down, Bear flames still burning behind them.

As it turned out, psychological warfare was effective. Compared to previous battles, the Beastfolk cannon fodder army moved much more slowly.

When they encountered the human army's interception, they immediately stopped and engaged in combat, showing no intention of making a rapid advance.

They've all learned their lesson. The fruits of victory belong to the Five Great Royal Families, but their lives are their own.

The threat posed by humans is indeed significant, but it is the Five Great Royal Families who directly oppress them. Simply sharing the banner of an Orc Empire does not change the nature of the oppression.

The most direct impact of this passive resistance was that the casualties of the Five Great Royal Families armies responsible for the frontal interception increased significantly.

Not only in the southeast, but the situation was similar in several other directions. Facing the Northern Expeditionary Army, which was fighting with its back to the "fire," the Beastfolk royal army responsible for intercepting them was also in a difficult position.

The battle was once at a stalemate, with both sides suffering heavy losses. Sometime later, several tribal chiefs had gathered together.

"The time is ripe, what are your plans?"

"Why isn't anyone saying anything? The alliance has already sent people to pick us up. We only have one chance. If we miss it, escaping their control won't be so easy!"

The hot-tempered Gnu Tribe Chief urged impatiently.

Human instigation alone is not enough to easily divide the various races. What truly has a core impact on them are the rebellious organizations within the Orc Empire.

In order to escape their fate as cannon fodder, the various races, after the initial chaos, were forced to form an alliance.

In order to strengthen the alliance, the members of the rebel organization took action to recruit Beastfolk to join them.

The various tribes on the front lines were naturally also within the alliance's sphere of influence.

"The armies of the Five Great Royal Families have not yet been fully committed to the battle. If we lead the way in fleeing, we will likely be met with a swift and decisive blow!"

"A Gorgon said with considerable concern."

The Five Great Royal Families were so powerful that even though they had agreed to act together beforehand, they hesitated when the time came.

"It's not that exaggerated. The Alpha Kingdom's army is holding them back, so they don't dare to pursue."

"If we were to let these enemies escape for our sake, that would be the end for the Five Great Royal Families!"

An old man with Leopard Head said sarcastically.

It wasn't that they were unwilling to live and die with the Orc Empire; it was simply that the Five Great Royal Families were too much of a scapegoat. Having suffered heavy losses themselves, they wanted to weaken the power of their vassal tribes.

If you continue to follow them, dying on the battlefield is only a matter of time. If you don't want to die, then you have no choice but to resist.

If you can't afford to offend them, you can at least avoid them.

The Orc Empire's territory was vast enough, Five Great Royal Families had a limited population, so their control over the local areas was not very tight.

The resistance alliance occupied a strategically important and easily defensible territory in the rear, effectively creating a system of regional warlordism.

"There's nothing to hesitate about. If you're willing to leave together, then bring your people and come with us."

They hesitated to leave, unwilling to do so, and prepared to continue serving the Five Great Royal Families. We won't stop them!

As long as we don't betray our cause and report to the Five Great Royal Families, we're still on the same side.

The Snake Woman said with a smile.

Unfortunately, no one could enjoy that fawning smile. The few who were initially hesitant were instantly terrified.

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Knowing the secret and not joining would be a potential risk. When it involves the lives and fortunes of the entire clan, no one would hesitate to act.

"Let's do it!"

A rough voice rang out, and instantly a large number of people responded.

"Haha, if everyone is willing to join the alliance, then we're all on the same side."

This is an alliance agreement, consider it a free donation from me, Old Leopard!

"Leopard Head said loudly."

As he spoke, he took out a small knife and touched his finger, a drop of blood falling precisely onto the contract.

"Bloodline Contract!"

The knowledgeable Fox Elder blurted out his opinion.

Compared to ordinary contracts, these contracts, which are mediated by blood, are significantly more binding.

Once a contract is breached, not only will the breaching party suffer, but their bloodline and descendants will also perish, resulting in a contract that effectively ends the family line.

"Old Fox, you have good insight. Indeed, this is a Bloodline Contract. In order for everyone to work together in the future, some necessary measures are still needed."

However, everyone can rest assured that this contract contains no other terms; it only clearly states that we will join forces to break free from the rule of the Five Great Royal Families.

"Leopard Head said calmly."

He did it all for the good of the alliance, and he has a completely clear conscience.

As he spoke, he handed the contract to everyone for them to inspect.

Since there were no tricks involved, no problems could be found, and soon all the Beastfolk signed the agreement with their blood.

On the western front, Marshal Campbell, clad in armor, stood at the forefront of the battle, shield in his left hand and lance in his right, gazing intently at the enemy ranks ahead.

Because they set fire to the camp, their encounter with the Beastfolk army blocking their way would be a little later than usual.

"Warriors, the time has come to make our mark! Charge out from here and kill all the enemies that stand in our way!"

For the kingdom, for humanity, for glory, charge with me...

They shouted "Charge!" but what they launched first was not a charge, but a volley of arrows.

Clearly, this was pre-arranged, and the signal to boost morale was the launch signal.

The method was a bit underhanded, but this sudden barrage of arrows still caused a lot of trouble for the charging Beastfolk army.

Provoked, the Beastfolk commander roared furiously, "Kill! Slaughter all these despicable humans!"

In the blink of an eye, the two armies clashed head-on. There were no fancy maneuvers, only the clanging of steel.

Marshal Campbell ignored the enemy's taunts, responding only to the lance in his hand.

Sweeping, thrusting, jabbing... these are all basic skills in knight training, but in his hands, the knight's lance seems to come alive, and every move takes the life of a Beastfolk soldier.

As if born for art, even brutal battles become artistic in his hands.

Perhaps this is his true nature; the composed old marshal is just a facade he wears in daily life.

His outstanding performance quickly made Marshal Campbell the most dazzling star on the battlefield, but it also attracted the most hatred towards him.

"Humans are truly blessed by nature!"

From afar, Alex, who was watching the game, couldn't help but sigh.

Since the outbreak of the war, he has witnessed too many human elites. Although most of them died on the battlefield, it does not mean that these people were not excellent.

The fact that barbarism triumphed over civilization only proves the ferocity of barbarism, not that civilization is useless.

In terms of individual combat power, the human race is not even ranked among the top on the continent, yet the human race eventually became the overlord of the continent. This is the charm of civilization.

Despite having the most primitive family-based training system, the human race still leads all other races on the continent in terms of talent cultivation.

Alex wanted to follow suit and learn from them, but he didn't know where to start. There was no other way; the Behemoth Clan population was simply too small.

Before the war, there were fewer than 300,000, and now there are less than 200,000. Who knows how many will be left after the war?

"Pass down the order: take down that old bastard at all costs!"

Alex coldly gave the order.

As long-term adversaries, it is natural to understand the enemy's main generals.

It can be said that, apart from newcomers like Hudson who suddenly appeared, the Beastfolk would keep records of any of the Alpha Kingdom's main generals who had ever appeared on the Northern Frontier Battlefield.

Marshal Campbell's fighting prowess alone wasn't enough to deter him. His main reason for deciding to capture him was recognizing his true identity.

The title of Marshal is not easily attained, regardless of the country.

Especially in a country like the Alpha Kingdom, which frequently clashes with Beastfolk, the title of marshal is even more prestigious.

It is almost a consensus among nations that one should not expect to obtain the title of Marshal without sufficient prestige to command the three armed forces.

Leaving this veteran alive is more strategically significant than annihilating an entire enemy legion.

With a "whoosh," Marshal Campbell quickly dodged to the side, the Arrow Feathers grazing past him on his right.

He was just a hair's breadth away from death; his keen senses saved his life once again.

Marshal Campbell had a bad feeling; his intuition told him that they were being targeted by the enemy.

Just as they were about to shift the battlefield, a hail of arrows rained down from the sky, followed by screams of agony.

An attack that indiscriminately targets friend or foe!

Realizing this, Marshal Campbell wielded his spear with even greater ferocity, and the Magic Wolf he rode swiftly escaped the area covered by the arrows, as if by telepathy.

"Campbell, do you still recognize me?"

Looking at Behemoth blocking his way, Marshal Campbell felt a sense of familiarity, but he just couldn't place it.

"It seems you've forgotten your old friend!"

But it's okay, I'll help you remember.

Back then, it was you who ruined my military career, setting me on a path to meteoric success!

The Behemoth Warrior's words caused Marshal Campbell's expression to change, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "Impossible! Weren't you supposed to be dead? How are you still alive?!"

"Ha ha..."

"So you already considered me a dead man, no wonder you were able to forget... But it doesn't matter anymore, you're going to die today anyway!"

As he spoke, the Behemoth Warrior launched an attack on Marshal Campbell, his sharp sword slashing out.