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The setting sun hung low on the horizon, casting a blood-red glow over the battlefield.

The killing that lasted for a whole day finally subsided at this moment.

The once-thriving Orc camp was now nothing more than a vast graveyard, littered with the bodies of the fallen.

There were dense black spots circling in the sky. They were vultures attracted by the smell of blood.

After cleaning up the battlefield, preliminary statistics of the results of this battle were made. The Orcs left more than 15,000 corpses here.

Of course, more Orcs took advantage of the chaos to flee. So the battle is not completely over yet.

What followed was a bloody and brutal hunt.

The original Orc commander's tent had now become the temporary command post of the Black Cavalry.

Baron Felipe issued combat orders one after another with an expressionless face. Under his command, the Black Cavalry was like a sophisticated mechanical octopus, extending its tentacles and tightly wrapping around the Orcs who tried to escape, until they were all strangled to death.

Luis huddled in a corner, observing and learning carefully. This is a rare opportunity for him.

He studied his father's every word and action, noting the precision of the orders and the unwavering discipline of the Black Cavalry.

Luis now understood why Black Cavalry is such an invincible army.

They didn't simply fight with brute force—they fought with absolute obedience, perfect synchronization, and unwavering trust in their leader.

There was no hesitation, no questioning of orders. Every soldier followed Baron Felipe's command with complete loyalty, knowing that if they did, victory was inevitable. Find adventures on empire

No matter how strong the enemy, they can't match an army that moves like one mind, one body.

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Although the Black Cavalry had set up a tight net to prevent the remnants of the Orcs from joining the main Orc army, it was obviously impossible to capture all the escaping orcs. Some slip through the net in this Rocky Field.

If Luis wanted to, he could keep the Orcs fully, but he was ordered by his father to let some Orcs escape.

The news of the deaths of Orcs here will directly affect the morale of the Main Orc Army.

As The surviving Orcs joined the Main Orc army. Thus, the news of the defeat finally reached there.

The atmosphere in the army's tent was depressing and solemn. The tall Orc sitting in the main seat looked a little dazed at this moment.

His name is Gombak Volkan, the Prince of the Central Tribe.

The ruling system of the trolls is very different from that of humans.

The supreme leader of Orcs is Murdo Volkan, a strong sixth-level warrior. Under him are the Supreme Commander, and below them is the prince.

Gombak Volkan is not the real son of supreme leader Murdo Volkan but just an adopted son. Gombak's real father was killed by Felipe.

Gombak's face was filled with many thoughts. He and the Black Cavalry have almost been fighting for 5 years, but till now he has not won a single time.

But even so, his reputation in the Orc Tribe is growing day by day.

The reason why such a strange situation occurred was that, although Gombak kept losing, he lost the most beautifully, and sometimes he could even fight back and forth with Baron Felipe.

As for the other commander of the Orcs, they were all defeated when they met the Black Cavalry.

Therefore, among the short ones, Gombak Volkan became the only Orc who could fight against Baron Felipe.

During this time, taking advantage of the fact that Baron Felipe killed a shaman and went away from the front line.

Prince Gombak got a chance to show off his strength and announced to the world with one victory after another. Until he got the news about a new army appearing in the war. In just 1 and a half months, they killed more than 12,000 orcs.

Prince Gombak was stunned for a long time before he finally spoke.

His hoarse voice echoed in the commander's tent: "Tell me, what should we do now?"

However, the Orcs generals in the tent looked at each other in silence.

The whole place was dead silent, as they couldn't think of anything else.

"Let's return to the city. No matter how many warriors we have, we cannot win against the Black Cavalry," Gombak hurriedly thought of a plan.

"It is not just Black Cavalry; other human soldiers are cornering us too."

The orcs, despite their fearlessness in battle, didn't refute the situation. War had always been a part of their nature, and when it was time to fight, their eyes turned blood-red, clouding their ability to think clearly.

Yet, unlike in ancient times when they charged blindly into battle, the orcs had evolved over thousands of years.

Their bloodline had gradually refined itself, gaining not just physical strength but also a measure of rationality and wisdom.

"We still have 60,000 Orcs," Gombak said, thinking aloud. "We'll abandon the captured humans. These slaves will only slow us down. We need to move fast."

He issued the order, and the Orc army began to prepare for their retreat. The mood was tense. Even the most hardened warriors couldn't shake their unease. They knew that the Black Cavalry would not give up the hunt so easily.

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The Orcs began escaping towards their city, but they had unease on their faces.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

At some point, teams of Black Cavalry scouts appeared around the Orcs army, looking at them from afar as if they were staring at their prey.

As the Orc army started their retreat towards their city, they released over 20,000 human captives, hoping that the Black Cavalry would stop to gather the freed slaves and slow their pursuit.

But the Orcs were mistaken.

Baron Felipe showed no interest in these abandoned humans. The moment he discovered the captives had been left behind, he knew the Orcs were desperate.

He didn't let those humans distract him. Instead, he pressed his army forward, closer and closer to the main Orc force. With no civilians to worry about, he had no moral burden holding him back.

He quickly approached the location of the Main Orc Army. The hunt has begun.

The Black Cavalry, once trailing the Orcs at a distance, now began to close in.

The final stage of the battle had begun.

The Orcs army, which was advancing, suddenly discovered that the Black Cavalry scouts, who had been following them like a thorn in their side, had suddenly disappeared.

This made the Orcs soldiers feel a little at a loss as to what to do.

But Prince Gombak immediately became nervous because he knew that the disappearance of the scouts could only mean one thing

'The main force of the Black Cavalry has arrived!'

Sure enough, the rock field beneath them suddenly began to shake, and the sound of horse hooves could be faintly heard.

Even though Orcs are the one with the numerical advantage.

The Hartmann flag seemed to have some kind of fascinating magic. Whenever it appeared above the rocky field, it would bring a great sense of oppression to the orcs.