Victory

Watching Wordler, whose fighting spirit remained high, Kalem felt indescribably miserable.

This time, as the commander, he was going to let down a grassland warrior like Wordler.

The cavalry had charged twice in succession, but neither attack had achieved the expected results.

Although the dense smoke obscured the battlefield, Kalem had learned the true situation from those who had returned.

They had killed few enemies, yet suffered considerable losses themselves. The bodies of war horses and warriors formed a ring outside the human formations.

"Wordler, we can't continue like this," Kalem said bitterly.

"What... what?" Wordler's eyes widened, and he could hardly believe what he had heard.

Since his commander had led the army into the Aldo Kingdom, he had been unstoppable, crushing everything in his path and accomplishing tremendous feats.

They were already about to reach the edge of the sea. How could they give up because of this minor setback? All the Orcish troops advancing west had come from the Grey Wolf Tribe, which was not considered part of the core of the royal tent's power structure.

But if they could take the entire northwestern region of the Aldo Kingdom, the Grey Wolf Tribe's standing within the royal tent would undoubtedly rise significantly.

While Wordler was still stunned, Ke Lunmu flicked his whip. "Have Vorak lead his troops and cover the retreat."

"Lord Ke Lunmu! Just once—let me try one more time!" Wordler still tried to plead his case.

"Wordler!" the Orcish commander shouted sternly, stopping him. "This isn't the time to act out of pride. Until we find a way to counter them, we can't let the grassland warriors die for nothing."

He reached out with his broad hand and clasped Wordler's. "Trust me! Soon, we'll be able to fight them decisively and chase those humans all