I, who was eager to retire, became an Imperial General.

Chapter 254 Blood Howl Leads to the Fall of the Trapped Legion; Grand-Rank Enemy Search and Blood Tide Assaults
"After this battle, I need the Blood Wolf Tribe to proactively request a blue warrior's banner for the Dark Assassin Clan from the King, and to petition the Elders to officially remove the title of 'traitor' from our Dark Assassin Clan!"

Noah looked at Mortas with a serious expression, as if afraid that the true ruler of the Blood Wolf tribe would not agree. He immediately moved the tinderbox closer to the map.

It seemed as if Mortas would simply burn the map if Mortas refused.

"...If I understand correctly, these should be two requests, shouldn't they?"

Although Mortas was extremely anxious, he maintained a calm facade. After pondering for about ten seconds, he laughed heartily under the watchful eyes of a flustered Noah:

"Although there is one more request, considering that the Dark Assassin Clan has worked hard and made great contributions over the years without receiving the respect they deserve, and that the Dark Assassin Division sacrificed so many elites in the Crescent Island campaign to obtain crucial intelligence, we will make an exception."

"Therefore, Major General Noah, I grant your request. So, hand over the map quickly!"

"I'm afraid that won't work. I would appreciate it if Lieutenant General Mortas could use the Blood Wolf tribe's clan totem as a witness and swear an oath for this transaction. Otherwise, I might not be able to hand over this intelligence directly!"

Noah remained unmoved. He knew these Blood Wolf tribe noble bastards all too well. Don't be fooled by Mortas's current agreement; once he obediently handed over the map, his neck might just be chopped off by these bastards surrounding him.

Although his goal from the beginning was not to obtain this false orcish glory, he understood that easily handing over the map would only arouse suspicion and cause unnecessary changes to the lord's ambush plan.

This is a crucial task concerning the future of their Drow clan, and as the clan leader, how could he allow it to develop in an uncontrollable direction!

"Major General Noah, my patience is limited. I think you should know very well that tribal totems are never brought to the battlefield unless it is a war to defend the entire tribe, right?"

Mortas's smile vanished instantly, his expression turning grim, and his tone filled with impatience and icy killing intent:
"Do you expect me to bring the totem back with men right now?"

"...At the very least, please swear on the honor of the Blood Wolf Tribe; this is my bottom line that I will never waver on!"

What a troublesome bastard!
Mortas cursed inwardly, but seeing Noah's resolute gaze, he realized that unless he truly swore an oath of honor as Noah had said, the other party would never hand over the map.

Despite his extreme displeasure, Mortas could only bite his finger until it bled, then reluctantly drew three claw marks on his forehead before drawing his longsword and swearing:
"I, Mortas Bloodwolf, swear by the honor of the Bloodwolf tribe that if the information provided by the Dark Assassin Clan is true, then I will fulfill the responsibilities and obligations promised in this contract. If I break this promise, may my soul be unable to return to my ancestral land after death, becoming a wandering ghost, forever unable to approach my homeland!"

Finally, seemingly afraid that Noah would continue to waste his precious time, Mortas added with a grim expression:

"In the name of the will of the Great Sage, this oath is made!"

"Thank you for your kindness, Lord Mortas. Now, this intelligence on the enemy's main force is yours!"

Seeing that Mortas had indeed made a vow and even finished it off with the will of the Great Sage, Noah, realizing that the other party had completely fallen into the trap, immediately stopped hesitating and respectfully presented the map with both hands.

"Wow!"

Mortas eagerly took the map and opened it. When he saw that the location of the Imperial main force was marked on it, which was in a jungle forty kilometers southwest of his own legion, he was overjoyed and wanted to laugh out loud.

At that moment, he knew that he had already defeated Gromas by a great deal.

He has now located the main force of the empire. All he needs to do is lead his army on a forced march to this location and launch a surprise attack while the enemy is resting.

At that time, he will not only be able to annihilate the Imperial Army, but also capture John Maslow, the enemy's commander-in-chief, by using anti-magic devices and anti-air devices.

Based on their current record in Faoken Bay, and their honor of defeating Morning Star three times in a row.

If he can capture him alive and present him to the great Orc King, then he, Mortas Blood Wolf, will become a figure known to everyone in the entire Saga Kingdom.

Even the morning star, Roxie, would have to admit defeat in front of him!
Just imagining that scene made Mortas's blood boil.

But he quickly suppressed his impulse and immediately ordered his confidants to notify his officers at all levels to immediately assemble and break away from Gromas's forces to launch a full-speed raid on the location of the Imperial Army marked on the map.

However, what Mortas failed to notice was that just as he excitedly mounted his mount, preparing to launch an epic raid on the Imperial main force, Noah, who had been watching everything from the shadows behind him, flashed a barely perceptible hint of mockery and coldness in his scarlet eyes.

But it was quickly enveloped by the rising shadow magic energy and completely merged with the darkness.

Then, amidst the barely perceptible rustling of wild grass, it vanished completely into the depths of the jungle like a ghost.

"rustle!"

……

"call!"

Fifteen minutes later, accompanied by a series of shrill whooshing sounds, the 36,000 Blood Howling Legion soldiers, carrying torches, arrived at the edge of the forest where the 'Imperial Main Force' was stationed, and slowly came to a stop as their mounts sped along.

"Reporting to the general, our scouts have reported that there is indeed a large Imperial army camp five kilometers ahead, brightly lit and with many soldiers standing guard at the sentry posts. It must be the main force of the Imperial army!"

The leader of the Bloodhowl Legion's reconnaissance unit spoke excitedly to Mortas. Upon hearing this, a bloodthirsty glint flashed in Mortas's eyes. However, he did not issue an order for the army to charge towards the enemy camp. Instead, he ordered everyone to extinguish their torches and lead the army to hide in place.

Ten minutes later, a messenger riding a giant wolf with foam at the mouth arrived. After whispering something in Mortas's ear, a sinister smile appeared on Mortas's face. Then, without hesitation, he waved his hand and said:

"The anti-magic devices and anti-aircraft devices are now in place. All Bloodhowl Legion members, heed my command: prepare to storm the enemy headquarters! Capture the enemy commander alive! Understand?!"

"Yes, General!"

"Tap, tap!"

With Mortas's command, the Bloodhowl Legion, who were ready to go, excitedly rode their mounts toward the enemy's main camp.

Under the giant wolf's swift footsteps, it only took a short while for the army of 36,000 to surround the camp in a ring shape, and amidst bursts of ferocious laughter, they broke through the target's stronghold.

However, just as Mortas was watching this scene with excitement, waiting for the sounds of battle to rise and for John Maslow to be escorted to him by his own soldiers...

He quickly realized something was wrong.

Since his main force broke into the enemy camp and tore through the sentry posts, he had not heard any shouts of battle, or even gunshots.

The scene seems a little too quiet?

What is this...

Mortas's red eyebrows furrowed, his mind filled with doubt and confusion.

Just as he was wondering if they had arrived too late and the enemy had already withdrawn, Mortas quickly received news that sent chills down his spine, relayed through layers of messengers:

"Reporting to the general, the situation has changed. Our army has not found a single enemy soldier in this large camp. The enemy figures spotted by our scouts earlier were just a decoy created by the enemy by dressing straw men in Imperial military uniforms!"

"what?!"

Oh no, we've fallen for their trap!

Mortas was shocked, and then his back was instantly covered in cold sweat.

At this moment, he had no time to think about how the Dark Assassin family, who were kneeling and begging for the orcs' forgiveness, dared to betray their respected king. He immediately ordered the entire army to retreat.

However, it was already too late!

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The next second, accompanied by a series of ear-piercing whistling sounds, and then, in Mortas's almost desperate gaze, three beams of magical light, green, red and blue respectively, like falling meteors, drew long and dazzling bands of light in the sky.

Then, under the control of their respective spellcasters, they all fell towards the headquarters of the Bloodhowl Legion, which was filled with its members.

Immediately, under the desperate gazes of all the Blood Howling soldiers, they used their combined strength to break open the surface soil, revealing the magic cannonballs that had been buried beforehand, and then detonated them completely!
"Buzz!"

First, a dull thud of magical impact suddenly rang out, followed by the detonation of a large number of cannonballs, and countless violent magical energies began to surge and dissipate rapidly.

And amidst the despairing gazes of everyone, it unleashed a destructive light as if the Grim Reaper himself were staring down!
"Boom boom boom!"

A series of explosions rang out, accompanied by the sounds of flesh being torn apart and the desperate screams of the Blood Howl Legion soldiers.

The soil cracked, the ground trembled, and flames raged.

In the face of this terrifying explosion, the entire battlefield was instantly enveloped in smoke and fire.

When Mortas was awakened from the deep pit by the pain, he felt a sharp pain in his legs and realized that even though he had activated a high-level defensive spell in time at the moment of the explosion, his legs had been blown off by the terrifying chain explosion, and the damage had even reached his groin. At this moment, both severed legs were still gushing blood out like fountains.

His mount was instantly blasted into a bloody pulp, its head charred in the violent explosion, now lying in the corner of the crater below, its pupils already dimmed.

It was as if they hadn't encountered three magical attacks, but rather been hit directly at close range by the enemy's magic cannon!
"asshole!"

Mortas growled, spitting blood, whether he was cursing the Imperial Army's despicable shamelessness, or the Shadow Orcs who had betrayed the King, or both.

Just as Mortas was about to mobilize his regeneration abilities and try to gather his remaining troops to deal with a possible second attack from the Imperial army,

The next second, accompanied by the roar of mortars, a large amount of magical light fell from the sky once again.

Seeing the barrage of attacks coming from above, Mortas's eyes widened in fury.

But at this moment, he also realized it deeply.

He's finished!

"Noah Darkstab, you damned traitor!!!"

"Boom!"

……

"Report to the commander-in-chief, our magic cannon shell traps have been detonated, and the mortar units have completed the deployment of all their shells into the strike area as instructed by you."

"According to the report from the magical reconnaissance soldiers above the target location, the explosion has created a giant crater with a radius of 6 kilometers at our ambush site. The more than 30,000 enemy troops lured by the Drow have now been completely annihilated by our traps and attacks, with no survivors!"

"Very good, very good, very good!"

Ten kilometers away, listening to the latest intelligence on the ambush site from the communications soldier named Barbabella, even John couldn't help but feel excited, his lips curving upwards, and he almost wanted to burst into laughter.

Before this, he had never imagined that his plan to severely damage the Blood Howl Legion would go so smoothly.

It's like successfully touching Lady Luck's backside and receiving an unprecedented boost of luck!
Amazing luck! This is practically an echo of incredible luck!

Hahaha!
However, before John could continue marveling at his incredible luck, Barbabella, as if receiving a sudden intelligence report, immediately paled and hurriedly spoke to John:

"Report to the Commander-in-Chief: The outer perimeter guard force has just been attacked by 1 elite members of the Bloodhowl Legion and has encountered the enemy's Grand General Gromas. The No. 1 temporary defensive line has been forcibly breached by the enemy's forces."

"According to Company Commander Lünebo's calculations, the enemy will only need about half an hour to completely reach the core area where our main force is located and launch a decapitation strike against you!!!"

"Should we order the army to retreat, Commander-in-Chief?"

what?
Mortas's troops were all wiped out, so where did these Bloodhowl Legion elites come from?

Could it be that Gromas discovered Mortas's rebellion and, in order to cover it up, led his army all the way here?
Upon hearing this, John was startled. He originally wanted to immediately order several troops to try to delay the enemy's advance, while leading the main force to withdraw immediately to avoid being dragged into a war of attrition and a pursuit, thus delaying the arrival of his own reinforcements, or heading north to the limestone belt so that Martha could build a tunnel to complete their escape.

But the next second, John, who was about to put the map away, inadvertently caught sight of a direction and was immediately stunned.

After analyzing the data of this temporary plan using analytical techniques, John's eyes lit up as if he had found a way to successfully eliminate Gromas, this troublesome Grand Rank powerhouse.

After carefully confirming the feasibility of the plan.

He quickly made his final decision:

"Our army should indeed retreat, but not by heading north through the tunnels to escape. Instead, we need to find a different destination, such as..."

John paused slightly, then, under the narrowed gazes of everyone in the makeshift command tent, uttered the answer he had already prepared:
"Sea Cliff!"

John's resounding voice slowly echoed throughout the camp.

……

(End of this chapter)