Archdemon

Huo Ling came to his central army headquarters.

"Lord!"

The commanders and staff officers in the headquarters saluted one after another.

Huo Ling came to the sand table, constantly enlarging the terrain, and then said to Ren Jingchen beside him: "What's the situation now?"

"Lord, our pursuit of the enemy has yielded fruitful results. Now only a small part of the Short Blade Clan has escaped, and most of the others have died in battle, and a small number have been captured."

Ren Jingchen reported the statistical intelligence.

Huo Ling looked at it quietly for a while, pointed to a point on the magic sand table, and said:

"Send the Goblin Combat Division up, the Undead Combat Division will assist them in advancing, and the Goblin Combat Division will occupy and take down all the Orc tribes in this area."

In the map on the magic sand table, the map in the chaotic land is very clear, but it becomes much rougher as you continue to go deeper into the Orc territory.

These maps were investigated by scouts sent by Plain City before the war.

Ren Jingchen looked at the point Huo Ling pointed at. This was the territory of the Short Blade Clan. If the battle continued to this place, at least one-third of the Short Blade Clan's territory would be eaten up.

Ren Jingchen said: "Yes! I will arrange it now!"

Huo Ling nodded: "Go! Those surrendered Sanctuary slaves will listen to your orders. I will arrange some Sanctuary Undead for you to take over these territories as soon as possible!"

"Yes!"

Soon, the army continued to move out.

Because the Goblin Combat Division, which was not suitable for fighting on the battlefield with voodoo shamans, was now transferred up again and headed towards the territory of the Short Blade Clan.

Because the Short Blade Clan was in great trouble, all the elite troops of the tribes below were withdrawn. Now these troops are either soldiers or prisoners.

The remaining troops of the Short Blade Clan did not dare to stay any longer. They fled all the way back to their headquarters.

Along the way, these vassal tribes became fish on the chopping board. Under the attack of the Goblin Combat Division, they had no ability to resist at all.

Tribes fell one by one, and tribes were occupied by goblins one by one.

This is not easy for the undead army to do. Even if some elite undead have wisdom, they are not good at dealing with living creatures.

Moreover, it is difficult for these tribes to believe that the undead will rule them well and leave them a way to survive.

On the contrary, when the Goblin Combat Division conquered these Orc tribes, the reaction of the Orcs was much better.

In any case, goblins are living creatures, which can give the Orcs hope to continue to live.

The Goblin Combat Division is advancing triumphantly, and the Short Blade Clan has no intention of defending at all.

In the main city of the Short Blade Clan, Gos Short Blade is sitting on the throne, and he is angrily smashing everything in his sight.

There are also several guards and messengers lying on the ground. Their bodies were in such a miserable state that they looked as if they had been thrown to the ground and died.

Even outside the palace, one could clearly hear Goss's roar:

"Damn red dragon! Damn fangs! Why don't you die!"

Bad news came from various tribes. Without the defense of elite troops, these tribes were completely unable to resist the front of the goblin troops under Huo Ling.

These news were undoubtedly salt in the wound for Goss. His current state had not recovered. In a legendary battle, either he would not be injured or simple injuries could be easily recovered.

If the injuries could be left on the body, then they would not be able to be recovered in a short time. This meant that the body was damaged by the enemy's rules, which was not something that could be easily recovered.

With regard to the current injuries on Goss, it would take at least years to recover to his peak state.

Whether it was the wounds left by the legendary undead or the spell damage left by Huo Ling, the rules contained in them were like maggots attached to his bones, and it would take Goss a lot of effort to expel them.

The wounds on the surface are easy to recover, but if the hostile rules inside are not removed, they will continue to recur.

During this period, Goss's body had wounds that burst open from time to time, and blood kept flowing out of them. Goss has gotten used to it.

This made him miss the time when Kosai's short blade was still there. With the help of Kosai's witchcraft, Goss could recover much faster even if he was injured.

Now that Kosai died in the battle, the witchcraft he left behind was even less. Goss didn't want to use these witchcrafts unless it was absolutely necessary.

Thinking of this, Goss, whose wounds had just burst, cursed angrily again: "Why don't you die...!"

The guards outside the palace were silent, fearing that the angry Goss would vent his anger on them, and the bodies inside were not yet cold.

Soon, aThe order came from Gos's palace.

The elite troops of the Short Blade Clan were completely withdrawn, and they were ready to defend their main city of the tribe.

Among these troops, there were not only the elite troops of the Short Blade Clan, but also some tribal soldiers recruited from other tribes.

These soldiers were recruited under Gos's order to recruit soldiers. Most of them went to the battlefield, and a small part stayed in the main city of the Short Blade Clan.

Now only a small part of those who went to the battlefield escaped back. Now with these defeated soldiers, all the elite forces gathered in the main city of Short Blade.

Some tribe leaders and troops of the big tribes wanted to return to their tribes to defend to prevent the tribe from being wiped out by Huo Ling, but Gos did not allow them to leave.

These elite soldiers and strong men were forced to stay in the main city of Short Blade with resentment due to Gos's legendary strength and his tyranny.

In a military camp in the main city of Short Blade, a sanctuary-level orc and several gold-level orcs were drinking.

One of the gold-rank orcs was drunk, his face was red, and it was unclear whether he was drunk or angry. He said:

"Now that we are left here, the Short Blade headquarters is safe, but our family and tribesmen are still outside facing attacks... Alas!"

"Okay, drink, drink..." A gold-rank orc sighed and raised his glass.

"Drink, how can I drink this! My tribe is under the enemy's front, and the enemy is the undead... I dare not think about how they will treat my tribesmen..."

As the gold-rank orc spoke, he suddenly covered his face and cried.

This cry made the other orc generals who were at the gathering unable to control themselves, and it was not just this orc who wanted to cry.

All the powerful orcs here faced the same dilemma.

If they stayed here, they would be safe for the time being, but their tribesmen were gone, and now they did not dare to go back to face the eyes of other tribal soldiers.

The orc soldiers in every tribe are worried about their families. These orcs above the Black Iron rank are not born in the earth, and they all have a large family.