This young master truly has the ambition of a hero.

"Don't worry, everything is within the big boss's (referring to Ramon's) plan."

"Ever since they entered human territory, these guys have become so lax after only winning a few battles. I'm worried that if this continues, by the time the humans recover, Lord Beast King's plans will be..."

"Okay, okay, I've already said it, everything is going according to plan."

"?"

Sensing the hidden meaning in Shahu's words, Nege's expression was initially blank, but quickly turned to surprise. He looked at the other man in astonishment, while Shahu smiled like a fox, putting his arm around Nege's shoulder and saying...

"When the big boss unified the wasteland orcs, some of the stubborn ones were still unconvinced. The big boss couldn't possibly kill these guys with his own hands, could he? He sent you here so that you could observe and learn more."

"What are you looking at? What are you learning? Are you going to imitate them?"

Nege pointed to the orcs playing the traditional game of "slapping each other in the face" not far away. Shahu was also amused by this and chuckled for a while before suddenly becoming serious.

"I used to have a human master who, like me, was a slave gladiator. He taught me all my martial arts skills. He had a saying for you, which I'll now pass on to you: A true strongman can find the path to success in failure. Believe me, the big boss has always valued you highly."

After hearing Shahu's words, Nege was still somewhat depressed, but he felt a little more relaxed than before.

However, at that moment, an orc suddenly collapsed to the ground not far away, looking as if he were drunk, which made many orcs around him laugh.

But then, more and more people fell down from the laughing crowd, one after another.

Upon seeing this, Nege and Shahu both became serious, sensing something ominous.

"Oops!"

Almost the instant Nege finished speaking, the earth suddenly began to tremble, and a large group of human troops appeared on the outskirts of the camp, accompanied by a rain of arrows.

Since the orc invasion, the human side has indeed performed terribly, only able to passively defend or organize small-scale harassment, leading many orcs to believe that the human Fira is incompetent and only knows how to cower in their pretty but useless "stone houses".

Therefore, the orc camps on the west bank were poorly guarded, and they didn't think that the humans on the other side would have the courage to launch an attack.

As a result, the humans on the other side not only had the courage to take the initiative, but also a great deal of courage!

Throughout history, wars have always been about intelligence. The fact that the orcs were able to defeat the humans so easily was precisely because the humans underestimated the orcs and failed to conduct proper intelligence gathering. They were completely unaware of the orcs' unification on the wasteland and ultimately paid a heavy price for their arrogance.

And what about the orcs? They mistakenly believed that their successive victories were due to their overconfidence and brute force, only to make the same mistake as the humans, a resounding slap in the face.

Dick had been closely monitoring the situation on the west bank, so when the three female ninjas reported the deployment information of the orc camp to him, he immediately realized that the orcs were getting carried away and really thought that the humans wouldn't dare to attack them. As a result, the camp's defenses were very lax, almost as if they were luring Dick to penetrate them!

How could this hot-blooded young man possibly tolerate?!

Dick immediately devised a plan and secretly conspired with the Hoffman and Banner families. The reason they didn't call upon other lords was twofold: firstly, their strength was insufficient; even if they were called upon, they might not dare to participate, and even if they did, they might not be able to help, and could even cause trouble.

Another reason that cannot be openly stated is the fear of an internal traitor.

There were many strange things about this invasion when it reached the scene. Count Banner, who had often dealt with orcs in the past, bluntly said that the tactics the orcs displayed in this invasion were very unlike orcish.

Therefore, this night raid was carried out in secret. Each of the three factions sent 2,000 troops, who secretly crossed the river after nightfall, circled around to the north and south of the orcs, and then released incapacitating poison gas from the west, taking advantage of the wind direction.

This poison gas, concocted by Lily, is colorless and odorless. Although not fatal, it makes those who inhale it feel as if they are drunk, slowly leading to complete paralysis. Therefore, the orcs did not notice it at the beginning of its release. It was only after the gas had almost covered the entire camp that someone finally collapsed from the poison.

At the same time that they were poisoned, the raiding force, which had taken the antidote beforehand, launched an attack.

The human race had already won a battle during the day, which greatly boosted their morale. The morale boost was still in effect, and those participating in the night raid were all elite soldiers and generals, so they were naturally eager to try.

The two forces attacked from both sides, with the cavalry charging into the camp first and scattering the enemy, followed by the infantry advancing in formation to annihilate them.

There were quite a few orcs in the camp, numbering five, six, or seven, roughly the same as the number of the raiding force. If they were to face off in a proper battle, it would be a fierce and brutal fight, and the human race would probably have less than a 50% chance of winning.

But this was a night raid, and the orcs were destined to pay the price for their carelessness and underestimation of the enemy!

As the human army approached, while the orcs charged and fought haphazardly without organizing an effective defense, Nege became extremely anxious. Just as he was about to do something, Shahu suddenly grabbed him and tried to pull him back.

"Shahu, why are you pulling me?"

"Let's get out of here quickly, young boss, you have to live."

"I will not desert!"

"Stop joking, it's hopeless."

Shahu, being experienced, realized he was also somewhat dazed. Remembering the orcs who had collapsed and convulsed earlier, he immediately understood they were poisoned. He quickly pulled a bottle of green liquid from his pouch and forced it down their throats, then forced another bottle down Nege's throat before hoisting him up and running away.

At this moment, in the center of the camp, an orc with strange black tattoos on his face ran out of a tent. Seeing the chaos in the camp and the sounds of battle all around, his expression was full of disbelief.

Behind him was a female shaman, a rare sight among orcs.

"They're humans!"

"Those damned bastards, they're asking for it!"

The tattooed orc was enraged, and his anger caused his body to swell at a visible speed, while his black tattoos exuded an evil aura.

But the female shaman stepped forward and pulled him back, telling him not to act impulsively.

"Our mission is to prioritize the protection of the sacred relics!"

The female shaman's words helped the tattooed orc regain some composure. He quickly shrunk back to his normal size and then called over his orc warriors to escort the female shaman to a safe place.

However, they were unaware that they had already been targeted.

Inside the orc camp, the allied cavalry, like slicing meat, constantly divided the orc troops, preventing them from having a chance to regroup.

The black and white guns are undoubtedly the two sharpest among all the meat-cutting knives!

In fact, Dick had given them instructions before the operation: prioritize killing high-level targets among the orcs, especially spellcasting units like shamans.

It should be noted that there are Saint-level experts among the beastmen. If there are one or two in this camp, they might be capable of inflicting heavy casualties on human soldiers, or even turning the tide of battle.

The two female knights each led a squad of cavalry, moving through the orc camp as if it were empty. In the blink of an eye, Black Lancer had killed four shamans and a large orc of high-ranking warrior level. This was not even enough for Black Lancer, who was still holding back and hadn't used her full strength.

At this moment, another troop of cavalry charged over. The silver-armored knight in the lead rushed up to Black Spear Dai, lifted his mask, and gave her what he thought was a very charming smile.

"Miss Black, do you need any help?"

Black Gun was stunned for a moment, then recognized the man as the third young master of the Banner family.

To be honest, this guy is good-looking, and Black Gun could tell that he was obviously interested in her. Ever since they first met yesterday, he had been winking at her, and even on the battlefield, he didn't forget to come over and show off, like a monkey in heat.

However, Blacklance was completely uninterested in this type of character and wished he could swing his lance at him. Just as he was about to say something, a violent explosion suddenly came from not far away, and several fire tornadoes shot into the sky, raging through the orc camp.

Amidst the raging flames, a figure that was not tall but resembled a demon god was seen by many around him.

Black Gun pointed over there and asked the third young master of the Banner family with a smile.

"My love, aren't you amazing!"

Chapter 129: A Great Victory

As one of the few high-ranking mages on the allied side, Dick could not charge ahead and fight the enemy in close combat like knights and warriors, but he could move with the army and use his magic to provide powerful firepower support for his soldiers.

Moreover, compared to ordinary high-level mages, Dick's mental strength and total magic power are extraordinary. His magic is fast, powerful, and has incredible endurance!

So much so that the other mages involved in the battle, upon seeing this, were surprised and couldn't help but wonder if the youngest son of the Best family had already broken through to become a Saint-level mage.

However, in reality, Dick is still a high-level mage.

Previously, he had adopted Lucoa's suggestion to stop suppressing the nature brought by his succubus bloodline, which did make him feel that his cultivation had increased by a certain amount, but he still stopped before reaching the realm line.

Recently, Dick has been having the same dream repeatedly at night. In the dream, he looks down at three versions of himself arguing. These three versions of Dick are a human, an elf, and a succubus.

Dick, a human, was tall and handsome, which perfectly matched the characteristics of the Best family bloodline.

Dick, an elf, was tiny, looking only about the size of a five-year-old human. He couldn't even reach Dick's belly button when standing, but this little guy could fly, and when he floated up, he was half a head taller than Dick.

As for the succubus Dick, this was the version of himself that Dick couldn't look at the same time. He looked about twelve or thirteen years old and was about the same size as the mixed-race Dick, but he had a kind of "lively" temperament in his every move. The way he argued with the other two Dicks was just like a little devil.

Dick was so angry he wanted to punch himself twice!

Dick couldn't hear what the three versions of himself in the dream were arguing about, but his intuition told him that he probably wouldn't be able to break through to the Saint rank until the three of them came to a conclusion. And the winner among them would be the type of racial enhancement he would receive after breaking through to the Saint rank.

In a sense, Dick's current problems are also closely related to the blessing of the god of winter.

The blessing from the winter god Ajax granted Dick the ability to fully open his spiritual veins, a feat that would drive countless magicians mad with envy, and also qualified him to ascend to the level of a demigod.

However, the full opening of the spiritual veins also replenished the three bloodlines in Dick's body, resulting in a balance between them.

To give an analogy, it's like three students (bloodline) competing for one spot. Originally, the one with the highest score (talent) should have gotten it, but these three students were blessed by a famous teacher and are now all "perfect score" geniuses. They can't tell each other out, and they all want this one and only spot.

Back on the battlefield, Dick was currently controlling several fire tornadoes to scorch people. Although mages are fragile, the destructive power of magic is undeniable. If there were a kill leaderboard on the battlefield, Dick would have directly climbed to the top in less than a minute, and was far ahead of the second place.

If this were an e-sports game, other players would be croaking like frogs right now.

Seeing this 1.4-meter-tall killing machine sweep across the battlefield, the morale of the human race soared, while some powerful members of the orc race also stepped forward, attempting to kill this dangerous human mage. But Dick was not fighting alone; he had no shortage of loyal guards by his side.

At this moment, several orc warriors with green glowing bodies rushed over, followed by orc shamans dancing wildly and giving these orc experts buffs.

The orc warriors were already at the level of high-ranking warriors, and after being enhanced by the shaman, they were even more formidable, and ordinary human soldiers could not stop them at all.

At this moment, Joel and Momiji stepped forward. One was a ninja priestess, and the other was a female assassin who could fight high-ranking warriors on equal terms based solely on her physical abilities. They were also among the first summoned to be successfully branded with the "Domination Mark (Obscene Text)" by Dick.

This is a racial trait of male succubi. The Domination Mark is a kind of alternative slave contract, but it is gentler in nature. The dominated person will gain a half-demon body due to "corruption", thus being able to learn magic.

It's worth mentioning that after learning she had "fallen," Hongye's expression was subtly complicated, and she even muttered something under her breath.

"Is this the fate of the Demon Ninja?"

However, both of them later admitted that it was indeed very enjoyable to fall into depravity (meaningful)!

Because they were both self-taught, neither of them could learn very complex magic. In particular, Joel, whose IQ was even lower than that of a penguin plushie, found learning spells like reading gibberish. It took Dick a lot of effort, and in the end, they barely managed to learn a Flash spell. On the other hand, Momiji was very intelligent and often understood things immediately.

Both of them have now changed their class to magic warriors (Yor's status is questionable), and their individual combat strength has improved significantly. They can hold their own against five opponents.

Seeing this, Dick also set his sights on the two orc shamans. He raised his hand and unleashed a high-level water-based attack spell, Water Arrow Rain. However, it was blocked by a defensive barrier released by one of the shamans. The sharp rain of arrows was neutralized the moment it touched the dark red barrier, turning into a harmless stream of water. The orc shaman grinned maliciously, seemingly mocking Dick's magic as nothing special.

But then Dick raised his hand and cast two more lightning spells, deliberately striking the water-soaked ground outside their barrier. The electricity seeped into the ground through the water, causing the two barefoot orc shamans to convulse violently. Although it didn't kill them outright, it rendered all their spells ineffective.

The instant the barrier vanished, two swift figures descended from the sky, ending their lives with small katanas.

"My lord, we've arrived!"

Kasumi and Ayane arrived at the scene to help. The two had just completed Dick's mission, assisting the vanguard in dealing with the orc patrols and sentries, releasing poison gas upwind of the orc camp, and then taking advantage of the chaos to take down the orc camp's leader.

Orcs have a custom of having larger tents for those of higher rank, so the commander's location is very easy to find.

Dick's mission for them was to capture the enemy commander alive. Joel volunteered to participate in the operation, but Dick refused on the spot without hesitation.

Just kidding! Joel is used to being an assassin, and she doesn't know her own strength. In the past, Dick would often ask her to capture the enemy leader alive, and she would actually tear the enemy leader's head off.

Is this what I meant by capturing them alive? Does "enemy head" refer to the enemy's severed head?

For this reason, Joel later received a very unlucky nickname: "Joel the Headless".

A 500-year-old demon lady gave it a like!

Unfortunately, this time the opponent was an orc, who was known for his toughness, so Yor couldn't use his "good show" and could only use an awl to poke the eyes instead. Momiji, on the other hand, used dazzling ninjutsu combined with magic to give the orc a little shock to the anti-demon ninja.

Hoffman, who was also on the front lines but not directly involved in the fighting, commanding his troops surrounded by numerous personal guards, watched Dick and his beautiful female retainers display their skills with mixed feelings. He regretted attacking Ragug out of contempt, but was also glad that the two sides were now allies.

He glanced at his misfit retainers and felt a pang of bitterness well up inside him.

"His grandma's!"

At this point, the orcs' defeat was inevitable, and there were clear signs of their collapse.

Some orc warriors were cursing the commander-in-chief by name and insulting his relatives. At this point, he still hadn't shown up, making people wonder if he had already run away.

In reality, the orc leader didn't run away; he was captured and has already been sent to the human army camp on the east bank.

However, given the traditional tactical proficiency of the Orcs, it doesn't make much difference whether they have a commander or not.

Amidst the chaos, one group of orcs did not scatter. They used the witchcraft of their tribal shaman to cure their poisoning and prepared to take advantage of the confusion to escape westward with a black coffin.

But just as they were about to run out of the camp, an accident occurred, as expected.

"Who are you!?"

"Um, could you please hand over that black box to me? If possible, you'd better stay as well, I don't want to resort to violence."

A group of twenty-odd elite orc warriors, along with a powerful chosen shaman, were stopped in their tracks by a strange, blond-haired human woman.

The other person was dressed in clothes that were too light for the winter, with a squinty-eyed, friendly smile. But their seemingly harmless appearance caused the female shaman to show an expression as if she had seen a ghost.

The female shaman immediately stopped her fellow tribesman from making a move, while the woman opposite her showed an expression of great interest.

"You seem to have recognized my true form. Then try to persuade your people."

"Respected...powerful one, I don't know why you've returned, and I won't ask, but hasn't your race always maintained neutrality? Why are you helping the human race?"

"Let me correct you on one point. I am not from the same clan as the one that stayed in this world for a period of time in the past. In addition, I have a master. I did not attack you only because of the token in your hand that carries the aura of my clan. I have already been very lenient by trying to persuade you to surrender. Don't force me to take action."