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The ground began to shake; the goat-men of the Ironhorn tribe had arrived.

The goat people and the lizard people worked together very well.

The lizardman, carrying a spear, led the goat-man to the front, where the goat-man, with his powerful explosive force, jumped over the defensive line.

Some were unlucky enough to be stabbed to death in mid-air.

This is always the point where both sides suffer the most casualties.

The goat-men who jump in will be quickly wiped out, but they will greatly damage the soldiers' defenses, allowing the remaining orcs to find a weak point and break through the spear formation.

Ron saw a soldier being attacked from both sides by two lizardmen. One spear pierced through the other, but the other's short spear pierced his neck, and he fell down screaming.

Ron, who was in the middle of the battle, heard a cry of surprise and looked in the direction of the sound.

Two enormous goat-men were seen carrying a tree trunk as thick as an adult's waist, charging towards the defensive line.

He cursed inwardly, "Two high-level warriors, what bad luck!"

The goat-man began ramming the fence, the thick wooden stakes creaking under the impact.

He knocked down a section of the fence in just two blows, then dropped the tree trunk, took out his weapon, and attacked the surrounding soldiers.

These two goat-men were half a body taller than the other goat-men, with bulging muscles all over their bodies, bone ornaments wrapped around their hard horns, and tattered iron armor covering their bodies.

He held a huge bone club in his hand, which was densely covered with the teeth of some unknown animal.

A massive bone club swept across, and a soldier, unable to dodge in time, was smashed away; even his plate armor couldn't save him.

Ron, naturally, couldn't let the defense line be breached, so he left Hart to command the overall situation and charged forward with Laun.

Ron unleashed his full fighting spirit, his shield gleaming brightly, and charged forward.

The bone club clashed with the longsword, producing a piercing shriek. Ron's arm went numb, while the orc was forced back three steps.

The orc looked on incredulously and brought his club down again.

Ron dodged to the side, the bone club slamming into the ground, creating a large crater and sending debris flying.

Ron unleashed his newly learned battle aura technique, making him significantly stronger than before.

The orc was no match for Ron and quickly fell into a disadvantageous position, sustaining multiple injuries.

The goat-orc was enraged, his blood surging, and he attacked Ron again, who defended himself carefully.

Unexpectedly, the orc roared and attacked, then ran away.

Ron didn't react for a moment, and he actually got away.

Aren't orcs supposed to be fierce warriors who never back down?

However, his escape caused trouble for another high-ranking orc. Ron realized what was happening and immediately went to support Lauen.

The orc was also surprised to see Ron's arrival, and then became furious when he looked at the battlefield.

Originally, he and this human were evenly matched, and the battlefield was in their favor, but their comrade's escape caused them to lose all their advantage.

He was also preparing to leave.

However, Ron obviously wouldn't give him that chance.

He would coordinate with Laun, taking the lead in attack while Laun provided assistance.

The orc saw through Ron's intention, sneered, and then unleashed his full power, increasing his combat strength by half.

Thinking that the other party wouldn't dare to engage, he planned to retreat calmly, even if he took a few blows. Then he saw Ron charge straight at him.

A thought flashed through his mind, and he cursed inwardly:

"This human is a complete idiot! This attack will surely sever your life."

Then he felt a tremendous force coming from his weapon, and was almost knocked to the ground.

Laun seized the orc's mistake and stabbed him in the ribs from the side, but the orc's skin was thick and tough, and the sword could only penetrate half an inch before stopping. However, this also eliminated the orc's chance to escape.

The battle lasted for a full quarter of an hour.

The orc was covered in bruises; his explosive period had finally passed, and he was showing signs of fatigue.

Ron seized an opening and plunged his sword into his throat.

The guy's eyes widened, blood bubbles gurgled from his mouth, and he collapsed with a thud.

Laun was covered in blood, it was hard to tell if it was his own or someone else's, and he was leaning on his sword, panting heavily.

Ron stood inside the shield, his clothes slightly dirty.

With one high-ranking orc dead and the other fleeing, the orcs began to retreat. Ron didn't pursue them, but simply watched them withdraw.

By the time the last wave of orcs retreated, the sun was already setting. The defensive line was littered with corpses—orcs and humans alike.

The survivors sat slumped on the ground, gasping for breath, and no one spoke.

Hart began to lead his men to treat the wounded, while the knights hurriedly absorbed the magic potion to restore their fighting spirit and maintain their combat effectiveness.

Ron walked up to the orc's corpse and glanced down at it.

This creature was larger than any orc he had ever seen. The bone club was still stained with blood, gleaming a dark red in the setting sun.

After resting for a while, the soldiers began to clean up the battlefield.

Ron also stepped forward to report the casualties to Ron...

Ron dragged himself over, his face pale, his arm wrapped in a newly changed bandage, blood seeping out again. He stood in front of Ron, silent for a moment, before speaking.

"Sir, the statistics are in."

Ron looked at him and nodded to indicate that he should continue.

"Eleven are dead," Laun said in a low voice. "Seven are seriously wounded, and more than twenty are lightly wounded. After they rest and recuperate, there are still more than thirty who can fight."

Ron closed his eyes.

He left the territory with more than fifty people, but now only thirty or so are still alive.

It should be noted that he brought with him the elite troops of the territory, most of whom had cultivated battle qi, as well as six or seven low-ranking knight squires.

Ron was also seriously injured today. Ron took out several bottles of high-quality "healing potions" from his spatial equipment and handed them to him.

"I'll drink it first."

Laun took it, tilted his head back and drank it down, then wiped his mouth.

Ron turned and looked at the orc camp in the distance. The campfires flickered, the war drums had stopped, but a few roars could still be heard occasionally.

"Come to my tent later and bring some more healing medicine for the soldiers," he said.

"Take turns on duty, don't be careless."

As the two were talking, Eric came over from the side.

Ron informed the soldiers that he had seen Eric standing not far away.

His face was ashen, his arm was in a sling, and he had several new wounds on his body. He even walked with a limp.

"sit."

Ron pointed to the stone next to him.

Eric sat down, remained silent for a long while, and then spoke:

"More than thirty people have died over there, and only a dozen or so are still standing."

"Our position was breached several times today, and we only managed to hold on thanks to the support of the garrison behind us."

Ron's heart sank. Eric, like himself, had only brought about fifty men, and now only a dozen or so remained, making him arguably the worst off in the entire legion.

"This is your second time going to the front, especially since you weren't very lucky the first time," Ron said, trying to comfort you.

Eric gave a wry smile: "If this keeps up, my reign as lord is over. These brothers under my command have been with me for years..."

He didn't finish speaking; he just shook his head.

Eric suddenly lowered his voice: "Your support today..."

Ron sneered, "No support. Not a single person or arrow from start to finish."

Eric frowned: "Perhaps the situation on your side wasn't that dangerous. I didn't have any in the early stages either; I only came after my position was breached, and I held off the right flank for you."

"Otherwise, I'll confess today too."

Ron was taken aback for a moment, then realized what was going on. The other lords probably already knew about his impressive display of power today.

The three high-ranking knight squires were the strongest among this group of new lords, second only to Viscount Daniel, who brought five high-ranking knights, and he estimated that he himself was as well.

This is only a portion of his strength; there must be others left behind in his territory. How can a viscount be this powerful?

How exactly did the original owner of this body save the marquis's heir?! What incredible luck she had!

Ron had his own suspicions about the lack of support on his side: "Buck Cucumber must be behind this?"

Eric, who also had some vague suspicions, stood up and said, "Be careful yourself, I definitely can't help you like this."

After saying that, he left.

Night falls.

The soldiers repaired the fortifications, while Ron ate dinner in the main tent.

Hart's voice came from outside the tent: "My lord, Baron Victor has arrived."