Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 252 The Hero Who Saved Laketown

The rescue operation went quite smoothly, as it was the dead of night and all the guards responsible for watching the prisoners had been killed. The orcs did not notice anything until everyone was freed from their ropes and chains.

However, this is only the first step in the rescue; it is certainly impossible to leave with these hundreds of people quietly.

Among the prisoners were elderly people and children, who could not escape quickly. It was necessary to delay them for a sufficient amount of time to give them a chance to escape.

In response, Wayne gathered a few of the more reliable-looking men among the prisoners, then took out some weapons he had previously collected from his spatial bracelet and said to them:

"I only have one chance. I'll create chaos in the orc camp to distract the soldiers."

"You must take everyone and escape back to Long Lake Town."

"Given what has happened, the forest elves should come to your aid. Once tonight is over, you should be safe."

After explaining these things to the others, he put on his invisibility cloak again and left the place where the prisoners were held.

The operation to raid Longlake Town was led by a war chieftain from the Grey Mountains named Gurut. Among the many orc clans in the Grey Mountains, Gurut's numbers were neither too many nor too few, making him a mid-level force.

However, although Gurut only has a few hundred orcs under his command, which is less than the number of residents of Lake-town, orcs are a race with a high reproductive rate and are a race where everyone is a soldier. In terms of combat units alone, the number of warriors under his command is more than seven or eight times that of Lake-town.

It was precisely because of the large number of soldiers that they were able to defeat the entire Long Lake Town in just one afternoon, seizing a large amount of supplies and prisoners.

Originally, this war chieftain was living a good life in the mountains, with his main enemies being the dwarves from the Iron Hills region. However, a sudden order from the highest level made him immediately lead his warriors on a long journey to plunder Laketown.

Because the orc clans of the Grey Mountains have always had the dwarven clans from the Lonely Mountains and the Iron Hills as their main enemies, they have long surpassed most of their kind in terms of warfare and forging capabilities, second only to the orcs of the Mordor region.

After the night's revelry ended, Gurut rested by a huge rock near a campfire. Alcoholic beverages were quite rare among orcs, which was the main reason they couldn't resist drinking tonight.

Instead of the dirty, damp muddy ground, this rock not only provided shelter from the wind and rain but was also quite dry, making it a perfect place for him to sleep.

However, as he was sleeping, Gurut suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck. An inexplicable coldness startled him awake, and his most loyal dire wolf companion let out a long howl as a warning.

Without thinking, Gurut's strong body immediately rolled to the side, and then he felt a pain in his neck. A lot of blood flowed down the right side of his neck, as if the artery had been severed.

This discovery sent a shockwave through Gruut. He immediately clutched the wound on his neck and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

He shouted as he looked toward the spot where he had just been lying.

In the light of the campfire, a tall figure clad in blood-red armor appeared like a ghost, holding a gleaming short sword in his hand.

Before he could even see the person's face clearly, he heard a voice speaking in Common Tongue:

"Tch! Is this thing a dog or a wolf? It actually managed to smell me."

The man's figure suddenly disappeared, then instantly reappeared behind him.

This time, Gurut didn't have time to react. The man's sharp short sword made a sudden horizontal slash, and in the blink of an eye, Gurut's head rolled off his neck, leaving only a wide-eyed, angry expression.

However, due to Gurut's warning and the long howl of the huge dire wolf beside him, many orcs in the camp were awakened and all looked toward Wayne's location.

Looking at the war chief's corpse on the ground, and many of his comrades who had been killed in their sleep at some unknown time, the scene was cold for a moment before suddenly erupting into fierce curses and shouts of killing.

Once Wayne's whereabouts were discovered, he had no choice but to abandon his original plan to continue assassinating some orcs and loudly whistled to summon Deathclaw.

As the melodious whistle drifted further and further away, a deep, excited roar, tinged with awe and elation, suddenly resounded throughout the night sky.

Amidst the thunderous roar of massive footsteps, Deathclaw's powerful, steel-forged body burst forth from its concealed location.

Panting heavily, it ran wildly, trampling any orcs that dared to stand in its way into mincemeat as if it were a toy model. It moved without stopping, just to get to its master's side as quickly as possible.

After severing Gruth's head, Wayne casually tossed the filthy orc's head to the ground, then blinked and dashed toward the direction Deathclaw was charging from, unleashing a chain of lightning strikes that felled five or six more orcs.

Once the two sides reunited, Wayne mounted Deathclaw again and began commanding his pet to wreak havoc throughout the orc camp.

Unlike the small, goblin-like orcs of the Misty Mountains, the orcs of the Gray Mountains are also known as the Great Orcs.

Their physiques are generally similar to those of humans, with a few exceptionally tall members reaching about two meters in height. In addition, most of them wear iron armor and wield highly sophisticated weapons.

Although Deathclaw still has an overwhelming advantage against them, it can no longer cut them down as easily as it did against the orcs of the Misty Mountains.

At the very least, even with the Deathclaw's bite force, it would struggle to bite through armor; its claws cannot cut through metal as easily as they can cut through flesh.

Faced with these armored orcs, Robin mostly used stomping and swatting attacks, like crashing into a car, directly using the enormous force to shatter their internal organs.

However, after the initial bewilderment and shock, the savage and ferocious nature of the orcs regained the upper hand. There were four or five hundred orc soldiers in this camp, which was located in an open area.

Before long, Wayne and Robin were surrounded by orc soldiers.

Warriors and dire wolves kept trying to climb up Deathclaw's back, attempting to attack Wayne on the dragon's back while searching for vulnerable spots on the behemoth.

Then they found oil drums and ropes, attempting to use the sturdy ropes to bind Deathclaw's legs and bring the behemoth down, or to use the power of the flames to directly ignite Deathclaw's flesh.

As the saying goes, two fists can't beat four hands; even with the Deathclaw's strength, it's impossible to withstand an overwhelming number of enemies.

Fortunately, Wayne was there to help on the battlefield. The alchemical bombs and thunderstorms played an excellent role at this time. Once he found a place where the number of orcs was relatively high, or which orcs had found ropes or other items that posed a threat to Deathclaw, he would strike hard and eliminate the threat in its infancy.

The night was very long, and the battle between the Deathclaws and the orcs lasted a long time.

The two sides gradually shifted from initial probing and hard confrontation to a more cautious approach of maneuvering and experimentation.

Finally, after nearly two hours of fighting, the orc from the Grey Mountains collapsed and scattered, unable to bear any more death.

After a night of fighting, even the incredibly strong Deathclaw couldn't help but stand amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, panting heavily.

However, as the most powerful beast in the post-apocalyptic world, Robin's recovery ability is still very strong. After resting on the battlefield for an hour, the two of them followed the road they came from and began to return to Lake Town.

Because of the exhaustion, the return journey was slower than the journey there. Wayne even encountered a group of prisoners fleeing towards Lake Town on the way.

When the prisoners who had escaped death learned that Wayne had defeated such a large orc army with just himself and his beast, everyone felt grateful to the two of them.

Wayne did not mince words in response. While taking over command, he also informed them of the current situation in Longlake.

A large group of people traveled through the night and finally returned to Changhu Town before noon, successfully reuniting with their families.

As the person who contributed the most to this operation, Wayne naturally received the hero's treatment from everyone.

Faced with the hero who saved the entire town of Lake, all the residents of Lake were willing to obey his orders. Under his command, they began to extinguish the fires in the town, collect the bodies of the townspeople, search for usable supplies, and build temporary refugee shelters.

As noon approached, a group of woodland elves clad in magnificent armor finally arrived at Longlake Town from the dark, dense forest across the lake, carrying a large amount of supplies.

Emergency supplies were brought to the residents of Changhu Town who had miraculously survived the disaster.

(End of this chapter)