Imperial Crown.

Chapter 469 Jing Ge's Caution and Trump Card
The fighting lasted from early morning to noon, and from noon to this moment, high noon.

The sun in Bloody Roar Province was still scorching in mid-November, but it was not simply hot, but rather humid and sultry, as if the hot sunshine contained snowflakes.

Fortunately, there was no sticky drizzle like before, otherwise it would be stuffy and hot in the armor, which would drive people crazy.

The entire battlefield was a river of blood, and the ground was covered with scarlet mud. Whenever the heavy infantry stepped on it, a "smacking, smacking" sound would be heard, which made your teeth ache.

Shouts, screams, insults, the sound of breaking bones, the sound of flesh being trampled on corpses, the sound of weapons clashing... intertwined with each other and exploded in everyone's ears.

Even the air, which was distorted by the scorching sun, was filled with a thin layer of red mist.

"Is this person really not Eric?!"

On the command platform, Jing Ge asked in some surprise and doubt as he looked at Urga who was beaten and beheaded by the human extraordinary people.

No matter what, the bravery of these human soldiers on the ground far exceeded Jing Ge's expectations, and even faintly evoked a certain fear hidden deep in Jing Ge's heart.

The orcs once dominated the entire Middles continent, but now they have fallen to this point. Of course, the power of "gods" is involved, but more of them are the former human soldiers who are fearless and brave!

Now, the fear that their ancestors faced was revealed to Jing Ge directly and clearly for the first time.

Could it be that the intelligence provided by Master Titan was false? After thousands of years of recuperation, the human race had not decayed and become empty, and everything was just an illusion? A trap for the Orc Empire?

No! This is absolutely impossible!
Jing Ge clenched his four carrot-like fingers into fists and slowly rejected the idea.

Not to mention that Jing Ge's brother is now deep in the human world of Potomiche Kingdom, killing people everywhere, and there will be good news every few months. Just talking about Raven Griffith, Jing Ge is not completely ignorant of it.

Raven's brilliant record of galloping across the human world and using his military skills like a god is enough to shock the continent!
So, it’s not the human soldiers who are scary!
Raven is always the scary one! Raven is the scary one, so his soldiers are so brave!

If he could defeat Raven head-on today, it would be enough to bridge the gap between him and his brother and lay the foundation for the position of the next Fang Tribe leader.

"Pity."

Looking at Urga's fallen body again, Jing Ge sighed inwardly.

Unlike humans who awaken their fighting spirit and become extraordinary, the proportion of orcs who become awakeners is almost one in ten thousand, and obtaining resources for advancement is hundreds or thousands of times more difficult than for humans.

Therefore, cultivating a second-level extraordinary person is extremely rare for the entire orc race.

Not to mention an extraordinary orc like Urga who possesses powerful fighting skills and strength!
"Blood debts must be paid with blood!"

Urga could be said to be one of the few extraordinary people under Jing Ge's command who was both terrifyingly powerful and loyal. But now he was killed on the front battlefield. Jing Ge could not suppress the anger burning in his heart no matter what.

There was a sinister flash in his eyes, and Jing Ge looked into the distance, taking in the situation on the entire battlefield.

Now the entire battlefield was visibly divided into two. From Jing Ge's perspective, on the left side were 20,000 human soldiers named Thor, and on the right side there were also 20,000, but the name of the leading general was unknown.

Thor's side was eager to charge, so the five arrow-shaped military formations were clearly divided, namely the center, left wing, right wing, left wing, and right wing. The number of soldiers decreased successively, forming a terraced distribution.

However, after fighting for so long, even the two flanks with the smallest number of people and at the end were confronted with their own orc legions and were fighting each other desperately.

What was strange was the battlefield on the right. With Jing Ge's combat experience, he could clearly see at a glance that the other side was adopting a more conservative style of play, keeping the battlefield at the contact line and not advancing towards them at all.

But the iron barrel defense formation should have been in the shape of a "︵", but the opponent did the opposite and formed a concave crescent-shaped "︶", trapping their own orc army of nearly 20,000 people, making it impossible for them to advance or retreat.

"Want to fight a protracted war?"

Jing Ge was puzzled, just like he didn't quite understand why the human soldiers had to split into two to fight him.

What is the purpose?

Because of his background, Jing Ge has read many books on war since he was a child. He knows too well how cunning and vicious the human race is. There must be something fishy going on here!
He had to be cautious and careful! He had to make the arrogant Raven pay a terrible price!
The Eagle Man’s previous words - "Raven simply looks down on you" - were like a curse, lingering in Jing Ge’s mind and making him unable to get rid of it!
That's why Jing Ge had been keeping his troops on hold, but until now, he still hadn't figured out the solution, which made him somewhat annoyed. In addition, Urga's death in battle further ignited the cruelty deep in Jing Ge's heart.

"Pass on my order, have the Blood Swamp Tramplers attack from this location. Make sure to defeat the human soldiers and tear apart the enemy's formation!"

If he couldn't figure it out, he simply stopped thinking about it. Jing Ge decided not to wait any longer! He used the trump card he had been holding back until now.

"Yes! Your lord!"

The subordinate standing aside received the order and left in a hurry.

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On the frontal battlefield.

Mag is 47 years old this year, and has been stuck at the second level, ten stars, for twelve years!

For twelve whole years, he had not been able to gather the resources and materials to advance to the third level! He had already accepted his fate and planned to work for another three years, and when he turned 3, he would retire and become a free man, living in anonymity in a small town. Because once he was over 50, it would be meaningless even if he gathered all the materials for advancement.

However, at this moment, the goddess of fate favored him.

He happened to encounter Count Raven's expedition to the Orc Empire, and it just so happened that Count Raven was willing to offer his title as a reward. If this was not the arrangement of the goddess of fate, Mag could not find any other reason.

You know, whether in the Empire or in the Middles Continent, although the materials for promotion are difficult to find, it is still possible to hope for.

But the title of nobility is something that ordinary people dare not even think about.

Having a title is equivalent to having a territory, and the lord is the only king in the territory!

The inheritance will last for thousands of years.

Mago believed that no one in this world, if they were to switch places with him, would be able to withstand this temptation!
Even though Earl Raven divided the original title into three, even the lowest rank of "Apprentice Knight" is enough for Mag to fight for with all her might!

Looking back on his life, it was a life of a wanderer. He was an orphan since childhood and was adopted by an old mercenary. Later, the old mercenary registered his first mercenary group when he was 63 years old.

It was a mercenary group of only four people, or strictly speaking, only two people.

Because only Magog and the old mercenary were human, the other two were an orc and a goblin. Later, they all died.

Only Mager survived until now, and became the leader of a 300-man mercenary group! Every night, Mager would think, if the old mercenary was still alive, he would definitely be proud of him!
But now, he can go one step further and become the noble that the old mercenary has been thinking about!

This was not just Magog's fantasy, but a fact that was about to happen! Because the left wing of the 2500 mercenaries led by Magog encountered not wild boars, but a group of cannon fodder composed of goblins!

Compared to those simple-minded but powerful boarmen, Mag felt that he could kill two of the short green-skinned goblins with just his toes.

After all, he is a genuine second-level strongman!
"Brothers! Follow me! The title of nobility is within reach!"

It’s no wonder that Thor and the others look down on mercenaries, and it’s no wonder that others look at them with strange eyes. Magg, who has been a mercenary all his life, knows better than anyone what the true nature of mercenaries is!

So after shouting loudly, Magog no longer paid attention to other people. He thrust the giant cross hammer in his hand forward, knocking down a large number of the screaming green-skinned goblins. Then he pulled it back, and these goblins swayed on both sides of the cross hammer like hung bacon.

There was a hint of regret in his eyes, but now was not the time to harvest the ears of these goblins. Magog swung his hands violently and these goblins were thrown out.

"Boss, there are too many goblins. It seems we can never kill them all!"

After wiping the green juice similar to blood off his face, Dexi approached Mag and shouted loudly.

"Fool! Don't you think you have too many merits? All this is arranged by the goddess of luck!" Mag responded loudly without turning his head, "What Solingxi encountered were at least wild boars, and maybe there were tigers among them! Goddess of luck, I would rather face ten bugbears than one tiger!"

The two of them chatted and fought at the same time, and they didn't find it boring. However, as time passed, the mercenaries' disadvantages immediately became apparent.

With neither stamina nor willpower, many mercenaries soon screamed as they were killed by these short and stupid goblins.

The main reason was that the mercenaries had little coordination with each other and had no rest time at all. They had to rely entirely on themselves to fight. Some inexperienced mercenaries could not help but use their fighting spirit or even fighting skills at the very beginning, and would soon fall into a period of weakness and fatigue.

However, the huge number of goblins showed no sign of decreasing. If one was not careful, the goblins would find an opportunity to attack and leave deep wounds visible to the bone.

What's more, a considerable number of mercenaries had never experienced the baptism of war. There were broken limbs everywhere. Such a tragic scene and the pungent smell of blood that kept rushing to their heads made them spit out their breakfast.

It's not their fault. When their hands were covered in sticky blood, they had to reach out to grab the goblin's wrinkled green skin that was like a dead tree, with sparse, long, slightly hard black hair growing on it. The touch and the overall feeling it gave people were so disgusting and nauseating.

Even Mag almost couldn't help turning into a "Splash Warrior" several times.

However, relying on his strong self-control, he swallowed it down again. In a trance, Mag caught a glimpse of something, and suddenly his eyes widened and he shouted loudly: "Damn black man Oranma, what are you doing?! He is your comrade-in-arms who has shared life and death with you!"

Not far away, Oranma was hiding behind the crowd, squatting down and searching for something on the body of a mercenary who had just fallen down but was not yet dead.

This behavior has almost become the instinct of every mercenary.

"No... I didn't do anything. I just wanted to see if he could be saved!"

Being caught red-handed, Oranma panicked for a moment, but luckily, due to his dark complexion, it was hard to tell whether he was blushing or not.

After stuffing everything he had just found into his arms, Oranma wanted to get up and leave, but as soon as he turned around, he was greeted by a mace full of nails and long thorns from some magical plant.

A bear goblin, as big as an ordinary boar man, appeared next to Oranma for some unknown reason.

With one hit from the stick, Oranma's head exploded with a crisp bang.

The top of the head, the hardest part of the head, was smashed to pieces, and white brain matter splattered everywhere. Death came so quickly that Oranma's body had no time to react. He still maintained the previous action and wanted to get up, but as soon as he stood up, he froze in place and then fell down without saying a word.

"Dexi, come with me to kill this bugbear!"

Mager felt hot all over, but the soreness in his limbs made him realize that his current condition was not at its peak, so Mager did not try to be brave, but immediately called for external help to cover for him.

The war situation with nearly 100,000 people fighting could change in an instant, not to mention a small fight like theirs, where they could be shot by someone at any time and die inexplicably.

"Sorrowful Death Dance!"

With a roar, the giant cross hammer in his hand burst into a dazzling light. Then, Magg began to spin the cross hammer in his hand, making people dizzy. After spinning for countless times, the cross hammer wrapped in fighting spirit suddenly smashed to the ground. With a loud bang, a pit with a radius of more than half a meter appeared on the ground. The next moment, a huge impact force suddenly burst out from under the feet of the bear goblin!

This bear goblin had obviously awakened his extraordinary fighting spirit, otherwise he wouldn't have been fine after all the fighting, without a single scar on his body. However, he was only a first-level extraordinary spirit, and when he sensed something was wrong, he wanted to rush over to interrupt Mag's fighting skills, but was stopped by Dexi and failed.

When he thought about the next move, it was too late. A feeling of earth-shaking suddenly came from under his feet. Before he could balance his body, he immediately felt a heart-wrenching pain. He couldn't help but open his mouth and wail. That feeling was like two iron nails nearly one meter long were nailed into the soles of his feet like a rotten wood!

He could even clearly feel the despair of the bones in his feet and legs breaking inch by inch.

嘭

What was unexpected was that this bear goblin actually chose to end his life. He turned the mace in his hand upside down and smashed his own head, exactly the same way Oranma died just now.

"It's not unfair for you to die under this fighting skill of mine."

Mag walked over, took out a knife, and cut off the bear goblin's pointed ears. Anything else would be fine, but this extraordinary bear goblin was his trophy and had unique commemorative significance.

The reason why Mag was able to become the leader of a 300-man mercenary group was because of this fighting skill.

But it was also because of this fighting skill that he remained at the second-level ten-star level for a full twelve years.

Apart from the title, fighting skills can be said to be the most precious inheritance. For this fighting skill, Mag spent all his savings of several years, which also established his extraordinary status and strength.

"Boss! Boss!"

Dexi suddenly called him in panic, so much so that his voice changed tone. Mag looked up in confusion, but the scene in front of him made the ears of the bear goblin in his hand fall off, and his whole body felt weak with fear.

Behind the goblins, there appeared rows of boarmen with distinctive armor and stern faces!

It’s the famous Blood Swamp Trampler!
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(End of this chapter)