Charlotte held on until the third day before he had no choice but to order this small force to retreat, because the supplies he had brought were running low.
Before leaving, Charlotte looked back at Strasbourg, where gales still howled, lightning flashed, thunder rumbled, and torrential rain poured down. He could not help remarking, "These orc Saint Ranks really have stamina!"
Sophia Garland did not understand this old joke from another world and answered seriously, "Saint Ranks can keep fighting for days."
Charlotte smiled and led the small force toward Machu Picchu.
The small force of several hundred men trudged through the wind, rain, thunder, and lightning for most of the day before they had moved more than twenty kilometers away from Strasbourg.
Fortunately, the farther they moved from Strasbourg, the weaker the Saint Rank orc Shaman Mage's Great Wind Spell became. Beyond twenty kilometers, although the wind still howled overhead, they could faintly make out the gray sky. The torrential rain had weakened into heavy rain, and lightning had almost vanished, only occasionally flashing across the heavens.
Charlotte let out a long breath and said to Sophia Garland, "We have a base. We can rest and reorganize there for now."
"We have no way to interfere in a Saint Rank battle. Once Strasbourg's victor has been decided, we can consider how to fight."
Sophia Garland now trusted Charlotte completely. It was not merely because he had saved her, but also because he had consistently displayed qualities that could not be found in people their age—courage, resolve, reliability, and more.
Sometimes, she even felt a trace of envy toward the West Wind Goddess of Gorgia University.
Charlotte did not stop. He led the orc troops onward toward Machu Picchu. Before they had gone far, they came upon an orc tribal