Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 325 The End of the Ideal

In a sense, the subsequent development of the "Red River Valley Fight" is very similar to the process of forcing amateur web writers to code words:

The development of the plot is there, but if I really want to write it, it still takes a lot of time.

Similarly, after the "Hammer of Purgatory" division encountered the air raid in the valley that was truly "purgatory", the fate of this invader force was already doomed:
The orc division, which is a lone army secretly penetrating into the border of the empire, has no strategic depth, no transport troops, and all food and supplies are brought with it;

Therefore, a wave of intensive air strikes is a complete cleansing;

And on the Land of Soul Cracking in the midst of severe winter, what awaited them, with their food reserves bottomed out and their equipment depleted, would always be a scene of tragedy.

The real treacherous part of history is that General Gullit Gale, the experienced head of the "Hammer of Purgatory" division, may have let go of the last hope of a comeback by accident:

The only chance for the "Hammer of Purgatory" is to go directly westward over the mountains on the west side of the Red River Valley after being attacked by the air, and charge the entire army towards the shooting line of Shuangfengling, fighting against the empty Shuangfengling shooting troops. A lose-lose:

Although facing the necromancy spells prepared by the Xiahou officials for a long time, and the incendiary bombing air strikes that are violently projected all the time, doing so is just a gamble of a narrow escape;

But the whole army retreated to the east, trying to escape in the Soul Breaking Land, which belonged to the Igor family's one-acre three-point land, but it was really a dead end without a shred of hope.

The reason is that the necromancy magic of the Xiahou official also needs to be chanted. An army assault like thunder and fire may really be able to behead the Duke of Shuangfengling, the "President of Southern Military Affairs". Then relying on the supplies and food stored in Shuangfengling to barely survive;

And if they retreat all the way to the east, then Xia Houyan can track along the road, and leisurely resurrect the corpses left by the "Hammer of Purgatory" along the way, and finally create a snowballing undead chasing soldiers that grow stronger and stronger!

In this "Red River Valley Blocking Battle", Xia Houyan was betting!
The bet is that the opponent dare not rush over the mountain to make an assault in the absence of intelligence, but will choose to retreat in the safest way!

General Gullit Gale did not dare to take part in this gamble.

Therefore, the caution and composure of the orc veteran finally became the chains and shackles that pulled him to death and destruction.

Counting from the moonlit night when the "Hammer of Purgatory" encountered the undead wolf cavalry in the temporary camp, the Frost Maple Ridge pioneer army's pursuit of the "Hammer of Purgatory" division lasted for four full days.

In the past four days, the "Hammer of Purgatory", which has been continuously attacked by the undead army and whose personnel have been shrinking, also left a road of death full of scars and blood and tears in the eastern part of the wasteland of the Land of Souls.

During this period, not a single human being appeared in the eyes of the "Hammer of Purgatory" soldiers who fled eastward.

All that appeared were familiar but lifeless orc faces one after another, and only undead warriors who swung their butcher knives at their former compatriots without hesitation.

The orc soldiers who died on the way to escape on the first day may appear in the lineup of pursuers chasing the remnants of the "Hammer of Purgatory" the next day, using the long knife that the Glorious Federation is proud of, to give the Empire of Humanity the third day. Chase and refill the fierce general.

——Even the well-informed elf mage Calvino Lingong was shocked speechless after witnessing the lord's undead skills:
A necromancer who has no restrictions on the use of mana and who can use low-level group resurrection to produce zombie warriors and skeleton soldiers like no money is simply a mobile factory in the pursuit battle:
Wherever the lord leads his troops, the corpses of orcs will be all over the ground, like seedlings being blown by the spring breeze, they will climb up again under the touch of ghostly magic power, and will tirelessly throw themselves into this one-sided pursuit.

At first, the remnants of the "Hammer of Purgatory" didn't think of resisting.

Rather, in that tragic moonlit night when they mistook the zombie wolf cavalry as friendly troops and lured wolves into the house, the federal division, which had already been traumatized in the "Red River Valley Blockade", still broke out with incredible fighting power, which also proved that He earned the title of "elite" that he is invincible in the world.

In just a few minutes, in the dark winter night, the "Hammer of Purgatory" attacked by the zombie wolf cavalry completed the work of confirming the situation, identifying friend and foe, and organizing a counterattack with an astonishing degree of organization. With the full support of the priests, the poor orc soldiers really resisted the attack of the zombie wolf cavalry with all their might, instead of dying tragically under the cavalry's sword like ordinary infantry.

However, humans can't beat dogs, and orcs can't beat undead.

The reason is simple: Zombie Wolf Riders are purely worthless business out of corpses, but if they want to defeat these zombie wolf riders who don't know pain and whose combat power is even better than that of their lifetime, the "Hammer of Purgatory" has to pay one life after another. s life!

A sleepless night passed, and the morning light of dawn bloomed in the sky of the wasteland.

The "Hammer of Purgatory" division of the Zombie Wolf Cavalry was finally wiped out, but it also paid a heavy price with the lives of nearly a thousand orcs.

This bloody night battle had been fought eastward for nearly three kilometers from their campsite, leaving countless bones and blood along the way.

Immediately after the battle, the remaining "Purgatory Hammer" soldiers wanted to go back and collect these corpses. Firstly, they wanted to bring the compatriots who had died tragically to return to the embrace of the Federation, and secondly, they didn't want to leave materials for the opponent's mysterious necromancer to cast spells;

However, an extremely powerful spherical wraith that suddenly appeared in the air disrupted their deployment in an instant.

The "Hammer of Purgatory" relied entirely on the "Song of Andrea's Purification" sung jointly by the shamans to barely block this chubby terrifying existence that shattered countless flesh and blood with one blow.

Facing the wraith in the air, the orc soldiers dared not look back, but fled eastward with their heads in their arms.

And so the nightmare began.

For four whole days, every day, every day, every day, the remnants of the "Hammer of Purgatory" who were on the run all the time encountered numerous pursuits from undead troops, and every fierce battle left "Hammer of Purgatory" More and more serious attrition, and the next day the pursuit of a larger scale.

In the end, even the shaman team had been seriously downsized, almost unable to resist the attack of the vengeful spirits in the sky.

The desperate General Gullit Gale had no choice but to divide the remaining nearly [-] division soldiers into five teams and disperse and flee in five directions.

At this moment, the orc veteran has long since abandoned the pursuit of honor, desire for victory, and concern for the world.

All he wanted was to allow as many children of the God of War as possible to return to their oriental hometown, which had been separated for a month, but which was worth a hundred years.

Among the five groups of fleeing soldiers, only the one led by General Gullit Gale turned around and headed west.

Even if they can stop the undead chasing soldiers for a day, their mission is no longer to live, but to die.

So, just like a scenario that had been painstakingly conceived countless times, General Gullit Gale, together with his orc warriors, ran into the undead chasing soldiers after just half a day.

However, to General Gale's surprise, the orc zombies with empty eyes did not swing their long knives at them.

Hundreds of zombie soldiers just surrounded General Gale and the orcs, leaving no gap to escape;
Then, a former "Hammer of Purgatory" general and now a zombie officer staggered up to General Gullit Gale, raised his cold blue finger, and pointed to a cliff not far away that overlooked the surrounding area.

The zombie soldiers in the direction of the cliff also slowly gave General Gale a way up the mountain, as if they were ordered by some kind of silent order.

So General Gale understood.

He stretched out his arms and gave his former colleague who had become a zombie a fierce bear hug, then carefully arranged his blood-stained battle armor, inserted the long broken ancestral long sword back into the scabbard, and then Stepping on the snow to the high cliff.

On the cliff, he saw a handsome human nobleman with black hair who was too young.

"Can you understand the Common Tongue?" asked the young nobleman.

"Understandable." General Gullit Gale also replied in the common language of the empire.

At this moment, to the surprise of the veteran orc himself, what filled his chest was a kind of relief.

Yeah, if it's a nightmare, then wake up, too.

As a result, a faint smile appeared on the old general's face.

The eyes of the young human noble who witnessed this smile were a little surprised at first, and then quickly turned to solemnity.

The young nobleman made a fancy and elegant bow towards General Gullit Gale. The old general Gale vaguely remembered that his father taught him in history lessons when he was young. This is the culture of the human empire. A formal etiquette called "Mihail the Great Rite".

Then, the young human nobleman solemnly said to him in the imperial lingua franca:
"I am Eliot Igor, the head of the Igor family, the Duke of the Empire Frost Maple Ridge, the guardian of the land of cracked souls, the supreme commander of the Igor pioneer army, and the president of the southern part of the empire by the order of His Majesty Basil. military affairs."

Patriarch... Duke... Supreme Commander... "President Southern Military Affairs"...

These lofty titles obviously did not match the opponent's age, which made General Gale a little confused for a while;
What puzzled him even more was that the self-reported family of the young nobleman did not seem to involve names such as "Eastern Army" and "Southern Army".

General Gale is very familiar with this name;

That was the only human settlement in this piece of soul-breaking land that they were planning to attack with a knife;

Could it be that the fiasco of the "Hammer of Purgatory" was just a masterpiece of an inconspicuous human territory?

how can that be?

However, after getting rid of these distracting thoughts, General Gullit Gale realized that this young nobleman named "Eliot Igor" was the title he gave himself, and he did not let others like other human nobles. A eunuch clerk did it for him.

General Gullit Gale felt that this was a kind of respect.

Therefore, the head of the orc division also solemnly replied:

"I am Gullit Gale of the Gale Tribe, General of the Glorious Federation, Commander of the 'Hammer of Purgatory' Division, and a humble servant of the Great God of War."

"Nice to meet you, dear Gale Division leader." The young Duke of Shuangfengling smiled kindly.

However, General Gullit Gale could only respond with a wry smile:

He looked back at the cliff and was surrounded by the undead army. He could only helplessly look up at the orc soldiers, feeling pain in his heart. At the same time, he also knew that the word "happy" should not be related to him.

forever.

"This is the commander of the Igor Exploration Army, the Imperial Thorn Knight, Juan Clement. This is the Chief of Staff of Frost Maple Ridge, Sean Mountbatten. This is the Chief Mage of the Igor Family, Frost Fengling 'Northern Blizzard Mage Group' leader Victor Laurie is a junior magister of the spiritual department." The lord of Frost Maple Ridge waved his hand and introduced the black-armored warriors, young officers and wretched old man behind him to Gullit General Gale.

Then, the Lord Lord smiled again:
"The collapse of your division is due to them."

General Gullit Gale has long since had no reaction to the word "destroyed", which is enough to make any defeated general full of bitterness.He sighed softly, thinking of something, and asked this young human nobleman:

"But... where is your mighty necromancer? You wouldn't have won without him."

But to General Gale's surprise, the gentle and polite young duke didn't answer this question that should not be confessed to a defeated man, but just responded with a mysterious smile.

But the old man in the gray robe behind him seemed to be smiling more obscenely.

"Sit down and chat?" The lord stretched out his hand to gesture to a snow-covered, cold rock on the cliff.

General Gullit Gale shrugged and sat down.

The biting coolness coming from the stone made General Gale laugh at himself again.

However, to the surprise of the orc general, the young nobleman dressed in fine clothes also ignored the cold snow on the stone and sat down next to him.

Winners and losers, thin humans and strong orcs, lords and generals, just sat side by side on the stone.

Then, Lord Frost Maple Ridge waved to the three subordinates, motioning for them to retreat.

The old mage and the young officer turned their heads and left, while the heavily armored warrior hesitated for a moment, obviously worried about the safety of the lord, but in the end they turned around and walked down the cliff together.

So, on the snow-covered cliff, only General Gullit Gale and this young human remained.

"Although I am old, I still have strength." General Liefeng looked at the soldiers down the mountain sadly, "Now there are only two of us on the mountain, and I can kill you with one punch."

"I believe in your honor as a soldier and an orc." The young nobleman grinned nonchalantly, "And, please believe me, if you do this, I will definitely not die."

For some reason, General Gullit Gale suddenly realized that this somewhat empty threat was actually not false.

"Let's talk." General Gale shook his head, "Why do you want me? No matter how you achieved this victory, what does the winner have to say to the loser?"

"It's the same as what all winners say to losers." The human nobleman smiled, "Surrender."

"Surrender?" General Gullit Gale felt a hint of sarcasm, so he held his stomach and laughed, "Oh my God! I thought that humans who could defeat the great 'Hammer of Purgatory' would be able to perform better Be wise! Do you mean that you want to recruit the eternal loyal servant of the God of War, the federal orcs who are at odds with the humans of the empire, and Gullit Gale, who has countless brothers and sisters who died at your hands? In your heart Is it possible that our group of soldiers, who have long regarded death as nothing, still has the slightest possibility of betraying the motherland and God of War?"

The young human nobleman waited until General Gale finished laughing, then looked at the orc remnants down the mountain and sighed quietly:
"It's terribly childish, right? Sean said the same thing...but I have to try. I can only give up after being rejected by you like this."

"Why do you want to try?" General Gullit Gale sneered, "Why, do you want to recruit a group of elite orcs to your territory?"

"No, I want to give myself a reason to let you live." The young human noble shook his head.

This time, it was General Gullit Gale's turn to be stunned for a moment.

"Why?" General Gale asked.

"Because you are soldiers." The young nobleman sighed softly, "You are not bandits, robbers, or those human nobles who are scheming. My people died at your hands, and so did your people—all of this It is because you have your responsibilities and missions, and I have mine. Some of us in Shuangfengling think that the noble lord is a murderer who drives an army of undead to kill thousands of people without even blinking an eye. Cold-blooded creature... am I?"

General Gale was silent for a while before answering:

"It doesn't matter whether you are or not. Because you are the lord. And I am the head of the 'Hammer of Purgatory'."

"Thank you for your understanding." The young human nobleman breathed a sigh of relief and smiled wryly, "Finally, respected General Gullit Gale, before you die, do you have any wishes?"

General Gullit Gale shrugged and said:
"Leave my soldiers alone. Let them go home."

"Do you think I will agree to this request?" Xia Houyan shook his head.

"I have to try." General Gale said with a grin.

Xia Houyan smiled helplessly.

"Okay, I'm going back down the mountain. The general should die with his soldiers." General Gullit Gale knew that there was nothing to talk about, so he stood up and patted the snow on his butt , "By the way, we will take away as many of your undead troops as possible before we die in battle."

"I believe so." Xia Houyan sat on the rock without moving, and nodded towards the back of the orc general.

General Gullit Gale took two steps, and suddenly stopped thoughtfully.

"Maybe..." General Gaefeng pondered, "I do have a wish...a last wish, I hope you can fulfill it...I think, if it is you, you should be able to do it."

"Please tell me." Xia Houyan replied.

"Do you know, I have a son named Marco. He is really a very good boy. He is the greatest pride of my life. I regret not saying that to him before." Gale General Turning his back to the Lord of Frost Maple Ridge, he said softly, "I originally thought that he would grow up day by day, take over my long sword, and become a more competent orc officer than me... He will definitely, but my Marco Gone, he's probably dead, on the first day, in an air strike in that valley..."

"I'm sorry." Xia Houyan said calmly.

"No need, really." General Gale grinned, "He is a soldier, and he must die like a soldier. For us orcs, this is good enough. We orcs are born for war, But this war, how exactly did it start, who still remembers it now... But war, that’s it, people die every day, you Frost Maple Ridge, our 'Hammer of Purgatory', humans, orcs, Asians... Orcs, elves, demons..."

"War is indeed cruel." Xia Houyan said, "So, what is your 'last wish' that you want me to accomplish?"

"End it." Gale General smiled in relief, then walked down the mountain.

(End of this chapter)