"Rumble..."
"The city has fallen! Kill!"
With a deafening crash, the crumbling city wall collapsed. It was not only the wall that fell, but also the Half-Orcs' hard-won confidence.
"Block them!"
"Trash! No retreat!"
The Half-Orc commanders shouted themselves hoarse, even drawing their blades to kill two fleeing soldiers. But once a rout began, it was no longer something human effort could reverse.
In the blink of an eye, Frankish soldiers charged in and swiftly seized the city walls.
Realizing the situation was hopeless, the Half-Orc King had no choice but to abandon the Royal City and make a strategic withdrawal.
"The enemy offensive is too fierce, Your Majesty. You must leave first!
We'll hold them off. Otherwise, none of us will get away."
The commander of the Half-Orc guards spoke calmly, as if it were only natural.
The harem members, who had been sobbing moments before, now bid the Half-Orc King farewell one after another and voluntarily joined the rearguard.
No one knew how much they could accomplish, but if they gathered together, they would surely be unable to escape the enemy's pursuit.
True character showed in adversity. Though the current Half-Orc King could not be called a peerless ruler, he was still a qualified monarch.
If he had been in the human-weak Northern Continent, perhaps he could have achieved something.
Unfortunately, his luck was poor. He had become neighbors with the continent's foremost kingdom.
The gap in strength could not be bridged through effort alone. Though they had already worked hard, the Frankish Kingdom was in the midst of its rise.
Casting one last lingering glance at everyone, the Half-Orc King mounted a magical beast and broke away from the main force under the protection of several dozen experts.
Lutetia Royal Palace.
"Your Majesty, word has arrived