Another Direction's Ambush

Even more terrifying is that deep within the vast and chaotic Sauron camp, there remains an extremely large number of prisoners of war and slaves!

These slaves came from conquered lands, their hearts filled with resentment and hatred for the destruction of their homes and the separation of their families. They lived in constant fear of uncertainty, their lives hanging by a thread.

They were like a mountain of dry firewood; even the slightest spark would ignite their long-suppressed rage, setting off a raging inferno of revenge!

Once this power erupts, it will wreak havoc on the entire Sauron camp, burning it to ashes!

Although most of the looted valuables and a considerable number of slaves had been transported back to Frosgard in batches during the long siege, the number of slaves remaining in the camp was still staggering, at least 20,000 to 30,000.

These resentful, struggling souls remain a huge hidden danger capable of overturning everything and burying an army of 100,000!

We must not let him succeed! This dangerous momentum must be nipped in the bud!

A chilling glint flashed in Harald's eyes, all hesitation and shock replaced by absolute rationality and murderous intent.

He whirled around, his gaze sharp as lightning, sweeping over the group of equally astonished generals behind him, and issued the order with a voice as cold and resolute as ice:

"Asgeir!"

"Your subordinate is here!" Asgeir immediately stepped forward, pounded his chest, and bowed.

"You immediately lead the entire elite Tiger Corps! At all costs, stop that Gorse Knights! Stabilize the Eastern Camp! I want you to cut off his head!" Harald's voice carried an undeniable authority. "Remember, speed is key! Ruthlessness is paramount! We cannot allow him to advance another step, and we cannot allow panic to spread!"

"Yes, sir! Great Chieftain! Tiger Corps, follow me!" Asgeir didn't waste any words, his eyes flashing with ferocity, and led several lieutenants down the gun emplacement like a whirlwind to quickly assemble the troops.

Then, Harald's gaze turned to Elaine, the sorcerer beside him who had remained silent and exuded a chilling aura.

Elaine!

"Great Chieftain, please give your orders." Elaine bowed slightly, and two eerie lights flickered in the shadows beneath her hood.

"You go too! Take all the mages you can muster in the camp!" Harald's tone was urgent. "That knight's Battle Qi is fierce; ordinary soldiers can't get close! I need your spells to suppress and disrupt him from a distance! To coordinate with Asgeir's frontal attack, we must suppress and kill him as quickly as possible!"

He paused, then offered an irresistible temptation. "Tell all the mages participating in the war that after the mission is accomplished, I will reward you with five thousand strong slaves, who will be at your disposal to draw upon your Life essence to restore your magical power and improve your cultivation!"

Upon hearing the number "five thousand slaves," Elaine's body trembled slightly beneath her hood, and the two points of light in her eyes instantly erupted with undisguised greed and fervor!

For these sorcerers who practice dark magic, abundant life energy is an invaluable resource!

"I will obey the Great Chieftain's orders! I will not fail in my mission!" Elaine's voice was slightly hoarse with excitement.

Without another word, the black mist around him surged violently, and he transformed into a blurry shadow like a ghost. With a speed far exceeding that of ordinary people, he silently floated down from the cannon platform and quickly disappeared into the shadows of the camp, clearly going to summon the other mages.

With Harald issuing a series of decisive and ruthless orders, the massive war machine of the Sauron camp, after the initial chaos, began to operate rapidly and efficiently.

Elite soldiers began to assemble, and mysterious magical powers were mobilized, all aimed at the golden figure that was creating chaos among the army!

Harald once again cast his cold gaze toward the increasingly chaotic area below the mountain. The golden aura of Battle Qi was still flashing and surging, but more black tides were beginning to surge in from all directions, attempting to engulf it.

Meanwhile, on the southwest side of the Sauron camp, a sudden storm was sweeping in with overwhelming force!

After enduring extreme hardships of crossing the icy sea and traversing the wasteland, Laurent's North Wind Squad finally appeared like a divine army descending from the sky, in the weakest and most unexpected direction of Sauron's camp defenses.

The connecting point of the Southwest Peninsula!

When Laurent peered through the sparse woods and saw the endless tents and bustling scene of the Sauron camp in the distance, as well as the sounds of fierce fighting and billowing dust coming from the direction of Carnford Castle on the hilltop, this experienced commander instantly understood the current battle situation!

Harald has clearly focused all his reserves and attention on the final assault on Carnford in order to win this decisive battle!

The outer defenses of the entire Sauron camp were extremely weak, especially the direction facing the peninsula, where there were almost no decent guards or fortifications!

The soldiers who remained behind were scattered in small groups. Some were lazily sunbathing, some were wiping their looted belongings, and many more were packing their gear, eagerly awaiting news of victory from the mountain, ready to break camp and return home at any time.

They never imagined that an enemy force would attack from this theoretically impossible direction!

"A golden opportunity!" Laurent's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and the fatigue from days of travel was instantly replaced by a tremendous fighting spirit!

He didn't even have time to let his panting, frozen men rest before he drew his longsword, pointed it at the chaotic camp, and let out a long-suppressed roar:

"Warriors of the North Wind Stud Farm! Head to Sauron's camp! For Fran City! For Carnford! Charge with me! Crush them!"

"Kill!!!"

Five hundred elite knights, who had been holding back their anger and whose hearts burned with the desire to rescue their comrades and seek revenge, let out a deafening roar!

They didn't even bother to move their frozen limbs. Like five hundred enraged snow tigers, they suddenly rushed out of the forest and crashed into the unsuspecting Sauron camp with overwhelming force!

This team is the true elite force under Earl Rochefort!

Each of them possesses at least the strength of First-tier Knight, with skillful combat techniques, excellent teamwork, and a strong determination to die for their comrades and save them from dire straits!

Their charge was simply too powerful for the eager-to-go-home, demoralized Sauron garrison to withstand!

Like a red-hot dagger cutting into solidified butter, the North Wind Squad instantly tore through the simple outer fence and Caltrops of the Sauron camp!

The knights brandished their longswords and Battle Axe, galloping across the camp, cutting down anyone they saw and burning any tents they encountered!

Wherever they went, chaos ensued, with people and horses falling to the ground!

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! They're coming from the west!"

"They're the Goldspur! So many! We can't hold them off!"

Run!

The remaining Sauron soldier were completely stunned!

They were focused intently on the crumbling walls of Carnford, confident of victory, never imagining that a deadly threat would sweep in from their seemingly safe rear!

This sudden blow completely threw them off balance and disrupted their composure.

Under the relentless onslaught of the elite knights of Fran City, the Sauron soldier were completely unable to organize any effective resistance formation and could only scatter and flee in panic like a flock of startled sheep.

The entire southwestern region of the Sauron camp instantly descended into extreme chaos and panic!

Flames soared into the sky, thick smoke billowed, and cries and screams filled the air!