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Soon, they joined up with Suren's team.

At this time, the five Saint-tier powerhouses beside Suren were also on guard, their auras gathering together to form a powerful coercive force.

The power of these eight Saint-tier powerhouses made the surrounding air seem to solidify, filled with a sense of oppression.

The Orc Saint-tier powerhouses were originally chasing closely behind, trying to seize the opportunity to give Suren and the others a fatal blow. However, when they saw Alonso and the other three Saint-tier powerhouses appear and felt that powerful force,

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they had no choice but to give up the pursuit.

They knew very well that in the face of such a powerful lineup, continuing the pursuit would only put themselves in a more dangerous situation.

Suren looked at the arrival of Alonso and the others, and finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

With the power of these eight Saint-tier powerhouses, they were temporarily safe.

Suren and the others were safe, but for the Orcs, it was like a bolt from the blue.

The fact that the Human Race in the Northwest Battlefield had dispatched eight Saint-tier powerhouses caused a huge uproar in the Orc tribes.

When Orc Emperor Doragon received this news, he was completely stunned.

He sat blankly on the throne, his eyes filled with shock and doubt.

He couldn't believe that the Holy Brag Empire, which had always been considered to have a limited number of Saint-tier powerhouses, had suddenly produced so many powerhouses in the Northwest Battlefield.

In addition to the Northwest Battlefield, it had been confirmed that four Saint-tier powerhouses had appeared on another battlefield.

This made Orc Emperor Doragon even more unbelievable.

When did humans have so many Saint-tier powerhouses?

This question kept swirling in his mind.

"What the hell is going on? Didn't the Bloodtear Organization say that the Holy Brag Empire had no more than ten Saint-tier powerhouses?" Doragon roared angrily.

He deeply suspected the information provided by the Bloodtear Organization.

All along, they had relied on the Bloodtear Organization's information to formulate strategies, but now this seriously inaccurate information had put them in a very passive position.

The high-level members of the Orc tribes were also in a state of panic and anxiety.

They began to re-examine the war situation with humans, realizing that they might have seriously underestimated the strength of humans.

The Orcs, who originally thought they had an advantage in the number of Saint-tier powerhouses, now found that the situation was not the case.

In the Orc tribe's camp, the atmosphere was so oppressive that people couldn't breathe.

Doragon paced back and forth, thinking about countermeasures.

He knew that he had to find out the reason for the sudden increase in the number of human Saint-tier powerhouses as soon as possible, otherwise they would face a huge crisis in this war.

On the other side, Suren and his team were resting in the fortress.

Orc Emperor Doragon suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, as if burning with flames of anger and anxiety.

"Have Rasga and the others who went to explore the maze returned? Has any news come back?" His voice was low and majestic, with an unquestionable sense of oppression.

As soon as he said this, the tent fell silent.

The air seemed to freeze, and everyone felt the Orc Emperor's anxiety and unease.

After a while, an Orc trotted in, his eyes showing timidity and fear.

"Your Majesty, Lord Rasga has not sent any news back for two days." His voice trembled slightly, and he dared not look directly at the Orc Emperor's eyes.

Orc Emperor Doragon's face instantly turned ashen, and an ominous premonition surged in his heart.

Orc Emperor Doragon knew very well that they had to find out the reason as soon as possible and adjust their strategy, otherwise the Orcs would be in a more difficult situation in this war with humans.

Now, the number of Orc Saint-tier powerhouses was not necessarily more than that of humans, which made Orc Emperor Doragon feel unprecedented pressure.

If that was the case, then they could no longer win with high-end combat power, and could only fill the gap with Orc lives.

This was a helpless and cruel choice, but for the survival and victory of the tribe, he had to make such a decision.

"Come, gather all the goblins in the Northwest Wasteland." Orc Emperor Doragon issued an order.

Although goblins were weak in individual strength, they were numerous and could play a certain role in large-scale wars.

He planned to use the numerical advantage of goblins to resist possible attacks by humans.

On the other side, Suren did not know that his appearance had brought such a huge shock to the Orcs, but they also knew that the next battle would be even more difficult.

They had to use this time to prepare well and meet the possible crazy counterattack of the Orcs.

Inside the Lord's Mansion Hall in Stamm Fortress.

The atmosphere was warm and tense.

Everyone was listening to Suren's experience in the Nalic Maze. When they learned that four Orc Saint-tier powerhouses and more than a dozen Half-Saints had all fallen, they couldn't help but clap their hands and cheer.

This was a huge victory, allowing them to see hope and dawn.

Suren stood in front of everyone, his expression serious and firm.

He described in detail the battle process in the maze, analyzing the enemy's tactics and strength.

He knew that only by letting everyone fully understand the enemy could they better formulate response strategies.

"We cannot take it lightly. The Orcs will definitely try their best to retaliate against us." Suren said, "We must strengthen the defense of the fortress, train the soldiers, and prepare all kinds of combat materials. At the same time, we must also pay close attention to the movements of the Orcs and be ready for battle at any time."

Everyone nodded, indicating that they would do their best.

They began to get busy, reinforcing the walls, preparing weapons and ammunition, and training the soldiers' combat skills.

The entire Stamm Fortress was immersed in a tense atmosphere of preparation.

Suren had just returned to his room, and a wave of fatigue struck him like a tide.

He was about to take a good bath and rest when he unexpectedly found that Countess Fiana was already waiting in the bathtub. Her eyes were full of tenderness and concern, and she said softly, "Your Highness, you've worked hard. Let me give you a massage to relax!"