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Chapter 553 - 553 114 Breakout Battle _2

553: Chapter 114, Breakout Battle _2 553: Chapter 114, Breakout Battle _2 The Rebel Alliance had secured a territory in the rear that was easy to defend and hard to attack, essentially establishing themselves as local lords.

“There’s no need to hesitate anymore.

Those who are willing to leave with us, bring your clans along.

Those who are reluctant to leave and prefer to continue serving the Five Royal Clans, we won’t stop you!

As long you don’t betray us to the Five Royal Clans, you’re still one of us.”

The snake lady is saying this with a smile.

Unfortunately, no one is in the mood to appreciate her smile.

Those who were initially indecisive are now frozen in fear.

Knowing the secret and refusing to join treated as a potential threat.

With their clan’s existence at stake, no one would show mercy.

“Let’s do it!”

A coarse voice resounded, immediately followed by enthusiastic responses.

“Haha, if everyone wants to join the Alliance, you’re one of us.

Here’s a covenant of joining the union, sponsored by yours truly, Leopard Head!”

Leopard Head spoke loudly.

As he spoke, he drew a small knife and pricked his finger.

A drop of blood precisely fell onto the contract.

“A Blood Contract!”

An experienced old fox exclaimed.

Compared to ordinary contracts, this Blood Contract, which uses blood as a medium, is considerably more binding.

Breaking this contract would not only bring misfortune to the breaker but also doom their descendants—a genuinely lineage-ending deal.

“Good observation, Old Fox.

Yes, this is indeed a Blood Contract.

In order for all of us to work together, some necessary measures are needed.

But rest assured, this contract does not contain any other terms, only emphasizing our joint effort to throw off the rule of the Five Royal Clans.”

Leopard Head spoke calmly.

All for the betterment of the Alliance, he has a clear conscience.

While speaking, he handed the contract to everyone for inspection.

Since there was no trickery involved, no issue could be found.

Soon, a group of beastmen began to apply their blood to the contract.

…

On the western front, Marshal Campbell, clad in armor, held a shield in his left hand and the Knight’s Spear in his right.

Standing at the forefront, he stared at the enemy ranks before him.

Due to the distraction of setting their camp ablaze, their encounter with the obstructionist orc army was slightly delayed.

“Warriors, the time to make a name for ourselves has come.

Boldly charge out from here, kill all our enemies before us!

For the Kingdom, for the Human Race and for Glorious, charge with me…”

While calling for a charge, the ones launching the attack were not charging soldiers but rather a volley of arrows.

Obviously, this was previously agreed upon, the start of the speech was the signal to launch the attack.

Though the strategy was unscrupulous, this sudden volley of arrows created considerable trouble in the advancing Orc Army.

The enraged Orc Commander roared, “Kill, kill all these despicable humans!”

In the blink of an eye, both armies collided head-on.

There were no flashy moves, only the clanging of metal.

Marshal Campbell disregarded the enemy’s roars, the only response they got was the Knight’s Spear in his hand.

With sweeps, thrusts, and flicks…

all basic Knight training, but in his hand, the spear seemed to come alive, each motion claiming the life of an Orc Soldier.

Perhaps this is his true face, the stern old marshal is just a disguise he wears daily.

His outstanding performance quickly made him the most glaring target on the battlefield, and thus, he attracted the most hate.

“The humans truly have the favor of heaven!”

From afar, the observing Alex sighed.

From the start of battle to now, he had already witnessed plenty of human elites.

Although the majority had died on the battlefield, it did not mean they were not exceptional.

Barbarity triumphing over civilization only proves the fierceness of barbarity, not the worthlessness of civilization.

Considering personal combat prowess, the Human Race is barely significant on the continent.

But the ultimate rulers of the continent ended up being humans—such is the charm of civilization.

Despite being the most primitive, family-style training system, the Human Race took the lead in talent cultivation among all the races on the continent.

Wanting to follow, Alex didn’t know where to start.

The number of the Bimon Tribe is too small as it is.

The tribe members were less than three hundred thousand before the war, and now are less than two hundred thousand, who knew what would be left after the war?

“Send the command down, capture that old man at any cost!”

Alex gave the order coldly.

As long-time opponents, it’s naturally crucial to understand the enemy’s chief commanders.

The truth is, aside from people like Hudson who suddenly rose to the occasion, if a leading commander of the Alpha Kingdom appeared on the Northern Battlefield, the Orcs would have a record.

Merely for his fighting abilities, Marshal Campbell doesn’t warrant his caution.

It was the identification of his status that pressed Alex to decide on capturing him.

The title of Marshal in any country is not easily obtained.

Especially in the Alpha Kingdom, which is periodically in conflict with the Orcs, the title of Marshal has even more significance.

Without sufficient prestige to command an army, don’t even dream of gaining the title of Marshal—this is almost a universal agreement among all countries.

Capturing this veteran would have more strategic significance than wiping out an enemy army division.

…

With a swishing sound, Marshal Campbell swiftly sidestepped to dodge.

An arrow whizzed past, narrowly missing his right shoulder blade.

It was a close call.

His sharp senses, once again, saved his life.

Marshal Campbell had a bad feeling.

His instincts told him he had been targeted by the enemy.

Just as he was about to move to another part of the battlefield, a rain of arrows fell from the sky, followed by continuous cries of agony.

Indiscriminate attacks!

Upon realizing this, Marshal Campbell fought even more fiercely while his steed, which seemed to be on the same wavelength, quickly escaped the area covered by the arrows.

“Campbell, do you still recognize me?”

Looking at the Bimon blocking his path, Marshal Campbell felt a vague sense of familiarity, though he couldn’t quite recall.

“Seems like you’ve forgotten an old friend!

But it doesn’t matter, I’ll help you remember.

Back then, it was you who ruined my military career and allowed me to set foot on the path of success!”

The words of the huge Bimon made Marshal Campbell’s face change.

He couldn’t help but exclaim, “Impossible, you are supposed to be dead!

How are you still alive?”

“Haha…”

“So I’m already dead in your eyes.

No wonder you could have forgotten… But it doesn’t matter, after all, you are going to die today!”

While speaking, the Bimon giant had already launched an attack on Marshal Campbell, swinging his ferocious war blade to strike.