King
Chapter 637 - 637 156 A Cornered Dog Will Leap Over a Wall_2

637: Chapter 156, A Cornered Dog Will Leap Over a Wall_2 637: Chapter 156, A Cornered Dog Will Leap Over a Wall_2 Numerous small Bimon tribes were wiped out by the surprise invasion of the “Mercenary Corps” stumbles into their territories.

This slaughtering enraged the Orc Empire.

However, lacking in strength, they could not stop the Allied Forces.

They couldn’t even fortify their locations by concentrating their forces: the total population of the five royal clans, reaching tens of millions, would exhaust them simply through logistics if they attempted to join forces.

Stationing their forces sporadically, banking on the advantageous terrain for defense, was a reluctant necessity.

Unfortunately, their opponents were absurdly difficult: either the formidable Allied Human Army or the unpredictable mercenaries.

When conditions weren’t ideal, they created them: polluting water sources, setting forest fires were their routine measures.

Various nefarious Gods also emerged in this chaos to stir things up.

Looking at the continuous stream of battle reports, Hudson was shocked to discover that the once almighty Orc Empire was teetering on the verge of collapse.

If there were no false claims of achievements, the most dismal tribe, the Bimon, was even flirting with extinction.

The remaining population was estimated to be below fifty thousand.

“Surely this is the Extraordinary World, where the efficiency of warfare is high.

The annihilation of one fifth of the Orc Royal Family had become a foregone conclusion.”

The only regret was that Maxim had yet to be apprehended.

It was clear that the experts within the Alliance were not giving their all to this task.

Right now, the only ones busily occupied with this matter are the Nobles of the North.

Whether they wanted to kill the dragon to silence it, or alert Maxim to flee, it was unclear.

Nevertheless, after completing this big deal, Maxim’s figure disappeared in the Ula Mountains, with no one knowing where he landed now.

Until one day, information brought back by Belsden, who had returned from the wild, caught Hudson’s attention.

“Belsden, are you sure that you’ve discovered traces of the Red Dragon?”

Unlike the short-lived human race, if the Dragon Race wanted to survive, they could easily dig a hole, sleep in it, and decades would pass.

No matter how big the trouble they stirred up, it would gradually dissipate with the passage of time.

“Of course, that stupid dragon has had a rough time lately.

He’s being hunted down by a group of human experts.

If it weren’t for them wanting to capture him alive, I suspect we might now be having a dragon meat feast.

From the attire of these people, it’s quite different from your Alpha Kingdom, I guess they are from other forces.”

Hearing Belsden’s explanation, Hudson quickly understood.

The Alliance’s investigation team has been buzzing around for a while now and has not yet reached the frontline, which is clearly unusual.

It’s highly probable that these people are already here, just lurking in the shadows, quietly investigating the matter of reselling logistical supplies.

From this perspective, the Nobles of the North did a good deed this time, successfully attracting the attention of the investigation team.

Now, they are out to catch the dragon, clearly searching for the most advantageous evidence to smoothly kick the Alpha Kingdom out of the game.

Hudson hesitated about whether to divulge the news.

The temptation of capturing a gigantic dragon is just too great.

Especially for a newborn dragon like Maxim, who seems easy to deceive.

If they could successfully trick him, it would be a huge gain.

Simply the term “Dragon Knight” would resonate across the entire continent.

The influence that this would bring is enough for Hudson to take a risk.

“Belsden, continue monitoring that giant dragon for me.

Be careful not to be discovered by the human experts hunting him.

I am going to gather our top fighters!”

This is the best part about being the Grand Army Commander, he can openly use the kingdom’s power to further his private interests.

A reason is unnecessary; we simply can’t let the Red Dragon fall into the Alliance’s hands.

Regarding other issues, as long as an established fact is created, everyone would have to begrudgingly accept it.

The explanation is simple: luck.

We have already found an Earth Bear, finding a Giant Dragon seems plausible.

And as for the damages caused by the Giant Dragon, naturally, the Nobles of the North would have to compensate.

Would they hire mercenaries to do a job and not take responsibility?

…

The Orc Empire, having suffered a series of defeats in recent days, had exhausted the last of its ancient kingdom’s vitality.

Countless long-buried relics were forced to appear on the battlefield.

Unfortunately, this ultimately wasn’t their era, and their assistance often meant a permanent end.

All strategies and tactics were futile in the face of absolute power.

“The development of the Human Race’s strength is too rapid, not only had their military power swiftly expanded, but their capabilities in other areas had also far exceeded our expectations.

In the past, we could wear them down through logistics, but this time it’s different.

They not only occupied the seaport, reducing the transportation distance, but the vehicles used for transportation had also significantly improved.

Ordinary carts, after inscribing with magical formations, instantly multiplied in their transportation capacity.

They say their marine transport fleet’s speed and resistance to storms had greatly increased as well.

Lightweight magic crossbows are also showing signs of becoming widespread.

In another hundred to two hundred years, they could even be mass-produced.

All these new technologies were not previously possessed by the Alpha Kingdom.

They have only become widely spread after entering the battle of the grasslands.

Either these new contraptions were born out of the stimulus of war, or they were given by the large powers of the South Continent, perhaps their intention is to truly clear the board.

Unfortunately, the different races of each continent are not unified.

Each one only boasts verbally, none have taken actual action.

I am not sure if it’s because the Human Race gave them promises, or they fear the strength of the Human Race, but they dare not make any moves at this time!”

During the conversation, the Hawkman Emperor glanced at Alex.

The matter of the port was the masterpiece of the Old Bimon Emperor.

If it weren’t for that arrogant fool blindly believing in the deceit of the Human Race, seeking to gain massive profit from marine trade, opening up a route, they definitely wouldn’t have been defeated so quickly.

Under everyone’s attentive gaze, Alex, who was initially trying to lower his visibility as much as possible spoke reluctantly, “At this stage, our only choice is to employ our last resort.

First, release the plague—Black Disaster—to force the Human army to retreat.

If they adamantly do not let go of us, then we open the Gates of Hell.

If they do not allow us to survive, then we won’t let them have it easy either.

If we are to die anyway, let us pull the Human Alliance down to cushion our fall!”

All the usable methods have been exhausted.

Now the only useful strategy left is mutual destruction.

The plague does not discriminate between friend and foe; once it spreads, everyone would suffer together.

The only difference is perhaps the Orc’s resistance to poison, which is slightly stronger than that of ordinary human soldiers.

But the elderly, weak, women, and children in the rear have no such advantage.

Just from hearing the name—Black Disaster—one could infer how terrifying its destructiveness is.

Even after thousands of years of silence, it can still strike fear into people.

“The Gates of Hell,” no need to mention how fearsome the forces from the other world that have come through are, all depends on the size of the opened portal.

For the final strike that pulls others down together, the larger the portal, the better.

There has never been a large scale invasion from another world that ended well.

“At present, we have no other option, let’s try what Alex suggested!

If the Human Race does not let us live, then none of them should hope to survive either.

If it does come to the last step, then leave some seeds to retreat to the World of Ice and Snow, the rest stay behind and fight to the death with the Human Race!”

The Lionman King said coldly.

It was indeed a sad thought, he just took the top position of the Orc Empire, his seat was not even warmed yet, and it was already time to fight desperately.

…

In the Ula Mountains, Hudson, along with a group of military elites, was cautiously moving through the forests.

The territorial instinct of magical beasts is very strong.

They came here to catch a dragon, and if they accidentally disturbed the magical beasts along the way and ended up in a fight, their whereabouts would be exposed.

The most important point of taking food from the tiger’s mouth from the Human Alliance is to maintain secrecy and catch them off guard.

If they were discovered in advance and bumped into each other while trying to catch a dragon, Hudson would not be confident enough to snatch the dragon back from their hands.

…