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Chapter 199 Green Pine's First Battle: The Orc Shaman Also Has a Traitor
Dongguanling, Dongguanling.

The former is the old name of this land, while the latter refers to the physical separation between the Dongguan and Yunwu areas.

Of course, the former Dongguan Territory should now be called the "New Yunwu Territory," but it has not yet been recognized by various countries.

The former Cloud and Mist Territory is now called "Defeating Enemy Territory".

Apart from the Emerald Duchy, which resolutely refuses to acknowledge it, the entire surrounding area, including the Qiyue Dynasty, has to some extent tacitly accepted this designation.

The Dongguan Mountains meander from the northwest, and geographically speaking, they can even be considered a spur of the Qishan Mountains. To the south, Liulishan and Yuhengshan meet.

Between the two mountain ranges to the north and south, there is a valley stretching over thirty kilometers, which is commonly known as "Dongguanlingkou" and is also the place where Liushuang has stopped time and again to look westward.

Looking down from the air, the terrain here resembles a gap cleaved open by an axe, with steep mountains rising gradually on both sides and a winding passage tens of kilometers wide in the middle.

Every autumn and winter, strong winds howl through the valley, making a sharp sound, which is why the locals call it the "Valley of Wailing."

Building a city wall over such a long distance is impractical, especially since the mountains on both sides are not insurmountable and can be crossed with a little time.

Therefore, in the past orc attacks, the Cloud Mist, under the rule of Earl Flowing Cloud, mainly adopted a combination of mountain strongholds and mobile defense. They built some small but very sturdy fortresses on both sides of the mountain range and equipped them with a large number of ranged weapons.

When the orc army passes through this mountain pass, they will face the possibility of sudden attacks at any time. Their supplies and transport may also be cut off by enemies rushing out of the fortress, forcing the orcs to place a large number of troops at the mountain pass.

Once the orcs enter the cloud and mist region, relying on several fortified cities, a dense network of waterways, and elite troops familiar with the terrain, they will attack and maneuver until the orcs can no longer bear the harassment.

At that time, although the nations were riddled with internal conflicts, they were still able to maintain a superficial alliance when facing the orc army. Whenever they went to war with the orcs, the magic legions from all over would provide assistance and support. Therefore, although the humans were in a passive and defensive position, the orcs could hardly gain any significant advantage. They would often just hastily seize some things, make a few boastful shouts, and then retreat.

But now, the situation is completely different.

The loss of Cloud Mist Territory gave the Northern Mist Moon Divine Court a direct passage to the Green Pine Kingdom. The Azure Sky Holy City, which had been in charge of southern affairs, transported a large amount of supplies and equipment to the south, giving the Green Pine Kingdom the confidence to establish a static defense at the "East Pass".

This means that the human army will have to engage in a fierce head-on battle with the orc army in this valley.

The autumn wind, carrying a slight chill, swirls up the withered grass and dust, gently blowing across this earthly hell.

The main orcish army surged like a rolling tide of steel, repeatedly crashing against the defensive lines erected by the Greenpine Kingdom's forces. The sounds of war drums, horns, battle cries, and screams mingled together, creating a vast soundscape above the battlefield.

The true core of Golden Mane Iger's forces consists of three 10,000-strong squads from the wasteland.

The Wilderness Orcs' disdain for the Plains Orcs is not without reason. These Orc warriors, who came from the harsh northern lands, are generally tall and burly, with fierce and menacing appearances. They spend their years chasing magical beasts on the Wilderness, howling and running wildly, which makes them seem to be naturally enveloped in a strong sense of savagery.

In the words of His Majesty the Beast King, the Wilderness Beastmen may travel hundreds of kilometers a day, while the Plains Beastmen only wander between their small stronghold and fields.

How can a chick raised in a pen compare to an eagle roaming freely in the wild?

At this moment, the army of wasteland orcs is launching another wild charge.

These orc warriors were tall and burly, dressed in simple yet thick metal armor, wielding battle axes, giant hammers, and longswords that were almost the size of doors. The battle roars they emitted when charging together formed a solid wall of sound waves that made people's hearts and lungs tremble.

Facing them was the elite legion of the Zircon Territory of the Green Pine Kingdom, known as "Sky Shield".

The Zircon family of the Marquis of Monroe is a truly long-established and unbroken power, with three main legions under its command: "Sky Shield," "Sky Sword," and "Sky Spear." Among them, Sky Shield is a heavy infantry group, Sky Sword is a light infantry group, and Sky Spear is a cavalry group.

There's a long-standing metaphor in the zircon world: If you can't defeat your enemy in "one day," then try "one more day"!
At most, "three days"; there is no enemy that cannot be defeated.

The "Sky Shield" is well-equipped, with soldiers all wearing Zircon Collar standard steel armor, long spears, hammers, and heavy shields. The proportion of professionals in the formation is extremely high, and the officers are mostly professional soldiers who are close to or have reached the third-tier silver armor level.

Some people always think that mercenaries are stronger than professional soldiers at the same level, but that's just being naive.

Mercenaries may have unique skills in wilderness survival, but they still have to take on missions, gather intelligence, collect supplies, and take care of their families. How can they compare to these war machines that were born to kill?

On one side was the main force of the human race, which had just expanded its territory and was full of merit; on the other side was the powerful orc army, which was full of killing intent and was invincible. The clash between the two sides was a fierce battle of iron and fire.

"Hold the line! Pikemen, advance! Archers, launch your volleys—fire!"

A company commander from the "Sky Shield" legion roared hoarsely. His helmet had just been knocked off by an orc's javelin, and he had narrowly escaped death. Blood and sweat streamed down his face, making him look particularly ferocious.

The dense array of spears barely held off another wave of orcish charge. The spears at the forefront, each over six meters long, mercilessly pierced the chests, abdomens, and limbs of the charging orc warriors, stringing them together like overlapping "skewers of meat."

If you were to light a fire here, grilling would be a great option.

But the orcs were still more powerful than anyone could have imagined.

Even with their bodies completely pierced, as long as they didn't die immediately, they could still charge forward with terrifying strength, letting the spears pierce through their bodies and push out chunks of flesh.

They rushed to the gun handle like they were "eating skewers" and attacked any enemy they could reach with their battle axes, hammers, or even fists.

Once the orc warriors in the front row open a gap in the gun formation, the orc warriors following behind will pounce like hungry tigers, unleashing a bloodbath.

The young human warrior struggled to wield his weapon, only to be confronted by a bear-like orc riddled with arrows, his intestines dangling from his body. The orc roared and shoved his comrades aside before bringing down his massive axe, covered in bits of flesh and bone, with a suffocating wind pressure.

Fear gripped his heart instantly, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

At the critical moment, a long spear crashed heavily into the axe, deflecting its trajectory and sending sparks flying everywhere!

It was the same "Sky Shield" captain who had just been shouting wildly.

"What are you spacing out for! Keep attacking, maintain formation!!!"

The recruit jolted awake and, almost instinctively, screamed as he thrust his spear forward. The spearhead pierced through the gaps in the orc's leather armor, and he felt a nauseating resistance.

Warm blood splattered all over his face. The orc let out a furious roar of resentment and finally collapsed to the ground.

Just as the recruit was celebrating his narrow escape, a sledgehammer silenced his cheers, smashing his head and chest into his chest.

The "Sky Shield" captain, who had just been rescued, was also pierced through the head by a flying spear.

Okay, wearing a helmet is really important. In the center of the battlefield, such bloody scenes are constantly being repeated. Life here is as cheap as an ant's; people are falling every second.

Limbs and broken weapons were scattered everywhere, and the soil was stained dark brown with blood, making it slippery and sticky to the touch.

As another battle flag of General Goldenmane rose behind them, the shamans' dance became even more frenzied, and beams of psionic energy shot into the bodies of the orc warriors, making their attack even more ferocious.

In response, the human mages followed the chariot formation forward once again, unleashing scorching fireballs and whistling ice arrows towards the rear of the battlefield, causing bursts of blood to erupt within the dense orc formation in an attempt to halt the enemy's relentless charge.

The battle raged from dawn until afternoon, forcing the Green Pine Kingdom's defenses to bend sharply backward, forming a dangerous arc.

"Humanity seems to be even more resilient than it was decades ago!"

Igor stood atop the back of a massive kodo beast, its golden mane fluttering in the wind. The shaman beside him offered his interpretation.

"These are soldiers who have just won the human civil war, and their morale is at its peak! They need to be taught a few more profound lessons so that they will remember their fear of the great orcs."

Golden Mane Iger nodded.

"Let the elephant troops charge forward, and the wolf cavalry should prepare to charge. Once an opening is breached, this game will be over."

Woo——woo——

As the deep, desolate sound of horns rang out, the orc wolf riders, who had been waiting for a long time, let out excited howls. Like two black torrents of iron, they began to surge out from behind the hills on both sides of the battlefield, constantly maneuvering back and forth in the rear of the battlefield, waiting for the moment when the order to charge would be given.

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Meanwhile, behind the orc army, a trembling figure was busy at work.

Garu is a shaman, a young shaman in his early twenties whose skill level has just broken through to the apprentice level.

By orc standards, he was relatively thin, and his skin looked somewhat dull, except for his eyes, which still had a youthful gleam.

However, in war, appearance is not important. A shaman who can cast buff spells is a good shaman. Just like on the human side, as long as they can cast fireballs, they are qualified battlefield mages.

After casting another spell, Garu felt his body was almost completely drained. He sat down, supporting himself with his Ancestral Staff, which had been broken in two but then glued back together, and drank water in large gulps.

This is a potion specially concocted by the orcish witch doctor, which can slowly restore the spellcaster's mana.

After resting for several minutes, seeing a burly orc general enter the attack position, Garu quickly stood up and went over with another shaman to buff the general.

As he circled, danced, chanted, and cast spells, Garu discreetly produced a listening device the size of a button.

That's right, Garu is a spy, a spy from the Vast Ocean Territory.

As for why I'm here, it's all thanks to Sargeras Gorehowl.

During their escape after the spring hunt, Sargeris discovered that the pursuers from "Frost City" were constantly taking in his wounded soldiers and even spending time and effort to treat them. Whenever the enemy caught up with a group of wounded soldiers, they would be unable to harass his main force for a long time.

The strategist Sargeras would not let such an opportunity pass by, and so the burden on the orc army slowly turned into the burden on the human pursuers.

Later, the enemy's attack resulted in wounded among the shamans. Although many of his generals said that they should take these shamans with them at all costs, even if they had to carry them on their backs, Sargeris remained very determined.

“Every orc is the same, whether they are foot soldiers or shamans!”

May the Beast God protect them!

The shaman leader, Old Karl, remained silent, tacitly accepting Sargeris's decision.

These two orc leaders, who had a comprehensive grasp of the battle and access to complete intelligence, knew very well that the enemy's goal was to capture shamans. If they didn't allow the enemy to capture some, the subsequent attacks would only become more and more severe.

And so, yet another group of shamans became prisoners of the Vast Ocean Territory.

Garu was one of the seriously wounded. He was so badly injured that the orcish army's witch doctor sentenced him to death and simply left him by the roadside.

Garu didn't want to die. Before he went to war, he had just gotten engaged to the girl next door. The thought of his childhood sweetheart moaning under some rough orc's body made him feel like his heart was burning.

To his complete surprise, those "brutal" enemies not only didn't kill him, but also used a very special treatment method: some long, delicate, transparent syringes and some blue and green pills that looked expensive. They managed to save Garu.

In the vast sea, Garu saw many orcs, half-orcs, and even goblins and ogres, all living vibrantly under the protection of that lord.

A glimmer of hope rose in Jialu's heart. He worked hard and studied diligently, explaining everything to Han Hailing in detail, hoping that in the future he could go back to find his beloved wild girl in some way.

Because of his outstanding performance, he was highly valued by the Han Hai Territory. After a series of communications and tests, the territory gave him a special mission.

Garu arrived at White Deer Plains by boat again, where he was reassigned to a tribe affiliated with Thunder Bluff. Then, during the autumn hunt, he was once again sent to the orc army camp.

Before his departure, he was received by the great, supreme leader of the vast ocean, the great lord Chen Mo.

After asking him some questions in a friendly manner, Chen Mo first gave him a definite promise: Han Hai had already contacted his original tribe and arranged for someone to take care of his fiancée.

It's not advisable to reveal his identity yet. Once this war is over, if Garu wants to go back, Han Hai will send him back to reunite with his family. If Garu is willing to stay, Han Hai will find a way to bring his bride over.

Once on the battlefield, self-preservation is the priority. Shamans are not on the front lines, and the orc army takes care of them, so Garu must protect himself first.

Be sure to gather some information, but don't actively inquire or ask questions to avoid exposing yourself.

Finally, some miniature listening devices with strong magnetic activation were placed inside Garuna's broken Staff of the Ancestral. If you encounter some high-ranking orc generals and the opportunity is particularly right, you can secretly put one in.

The man about to enter the battlefield is one of the Golden Mane leader's lieutenants.

After another round of spellcasting, Garu stumbled as he circled around, his hand, which had been casting the spell at close range, even touching the general's armor.

The eavesdropping device, activated by the pressure, silently slipped into the gap of the armor plate.

(End of this chapter)