In the Fortress of Saint Song.

"Damn it, Adrugi Seth, this idiot, instead of properly being a king, he's busy with these crappy plans!" Thorski raged, facing the plan that was sent to him. If before this, His Majesty Adrugi Seth had said he'd send another hundred thousand soldiers, he would have gladly accepted, but now, under the city were ten thousand elite orcs, not fifty thousand half-horsemen.

"Don't be impulsive and go to war, you need to continue enduring, our plan is just a little bit short!" Saint Duri expressed that the temple does not support going to war.

"Then what else do you want me to do? I get scolded every day, people point at my nose and spine, I'm completely finished, that kid Rody took away all my honors, what's left for me is just endless mockery and accusations, if I don’t go to war now, how would the kings of other countries view me? Not to mention anything else, King Norn will flay me alive! I've had enough, understand? I've had enough!" Thorski screamed madly.

"Victory belongs to the one who laughs last, as long as we win in the end, what happened before doesn't matter!" Saint Duri advised.

"Report." A guard outside the command room knocked on the door to report.

"Get out, stay away from me!" Thorski was in a foul mood, he didn't want to hear any intelligence.

"Yes... but, King Norn and a dozen other kings have personally come to Saint Song, Your Excellency the Grand Marshal, are you really not going..." the guard cautiously reminded.

"Damn it, Bishop Saint Duri, tell me, how am I supposed to talk to them?" Thorski almost fainted upon hearing this.

In the city of Rody.

Human elites sat around a room, discussing various war intelligence and formulating strategies at Rody's big round table.

Those present were all young people, the oldest being Wood, a coach left by General Quentin to help Rody train soldiers, but he was not good at strategy and only came to report training and listen to tasks. Almost all the old soldiers had been sacrificed at the forefront, now the entire city of Rody was filled with young people.

"I heard that the King of Great Frey enthusiastically made a battle plan for Thorski, that guy must be crying to death!" The Dragon Knight Nutidora, who used to see Rody and Chris as enemies, came to support Rody City in cooperation with Kamarong. As the new captain of William II's Knight Order, he, a young man, although proud, also hoped to become a hero like the warriors of Rody City. Moreover, the current Rody and Chris were no longer opponents he and his companion Silver Tooth Jerstoni could catch up with.

"I dare say, as soon as he goes to war, he will be utterly defeated." Red-haired Sal is now one of the most outstanding young generals.

"He has to go to war." Ice Demon Gao is not very good at leading troops, but the destructive power of the four-element mage group he led in bombarding the enemy is incomparable to ordinary people, and the strongest attacking force under Rody's command was none other than his mage group.

"That battle plan, seems a bit off." Benson slightly frowned, as the leader of the strongest defense corps, he did an excellent job.

"Too bad we can't get it..." Jesse, a famous assassin in Rody City, as well known as the thief Terry, made enemies tremble.

"It's just a battle plan, no big deal, Pandora has already sent someone to get it. The plan is good, both Rody and I have seen it, if we follow this perfect plan, we can definitely defeat the enemy." Chris placed a battle plan on the table, everyone scrambled to read it, but after reading, they were very confused and puzzled.

“If that's the case, wouldn't the King of Great Frey be a fool giving military achievements to others? Has he burned his brain?” Stanley asked.

“I bet he's having an affair with Thorski's wife!” The only one daring to say this in a military meeting was Lopeck, but before he could finish, everyone boomed him out. He came back with a big plate of cut fruits, and everyone reluctantly forgave him.

“The plan is perfectly made, but I feel something is off, yet I can't quite put my finger on it,” Red-haired Sal said, scratching his head in frustration.

“I have a thought, but I'm not sure if it's accurate,” said Silver-haired Tommy. Everyone immediately turned to him. Tommy, usually unassuming, was actually the smartest one next to Rody and Chris, a super villain who, after scheming against others, still managed to make them grateful. His words made everyone think Thorski was about to be unlucky.

“Let's hear it,” Rody encouraged, smiling, liking everyone to use their brains.

“The plan is perfect, everyone has seen it, there's no flaw, but that's also the biggest flaw. Soldiers of the Saint Song Grand Alliance absolutely cannot execute such a perfect battle plan, because it's too perfect, too complex, too interlinked. Not to mention Saint Song, even our soldiers, without Rody's command, probably couldn't achieve this. Does Thorski have the capability to execute such a complex and interconnected battle plan? Does he have that control over the battlefield? Does he have that prestige and credibility? Impossible!” Silver-haired Tommy stated plainly, and everyone suddenly realized.

“But it does look perfect, so you're saying, the King of Great Frey deliberately sent Thorski to his death,” Keely nodded heavily.

“The King of Great Frey, let me check, he, he seems to be called Adrugi Seth, a very reckless and warlike king, known as ‘Foot-on-Iron-Hammer’. Unexpected that he could produce such a battle plan…” Thief Terry's biggest interest was collecting information about famous people, of course, his purpose in collecting information about celebrities was completely different from Keely's. He wanted to know about others' wealth, preparing to be a gentleman thief.

“This can't be the work of the King of Great Frey, he doesn't have the ability. If it really was him, he wouldn't have sent his son Vincent to the battlefield to die! Didn’t you notice? The vanguard army is led by his son Vincent, if they really go to battle, his life is in danger!” Red-haired Sal didn’t believe a fool could create such a battle plan, because even he and Silver-haired Tommy couldn’t, in Rody City, probably only Rody and Chris had such capability.

“If not him, then who? It seems the Saint Song Grand Alliance also has its talents!” Jerstoni shook his head and sighed.

“If it really is his work, then we have a formidable enemy. I also hope it's not him. As for who made this battle plan, Pandora and the others are investigating. This is a malicious conspiracy, not only intending to kill Thorski but also to weaken human strength. I highly suspect it's a spy of the demon race mixed among humans,” Chris pondered briefly, then continued, “Perhaps someone is manipulating behind the scenes, using the King of Great Frey as a front. Regardless, there’s definitely a big hidden hand behind Saint Song. Remember? We once got poisoned in the Iron Blood Knights Camp, and it was corpse poison. Fortunately, there were no major casualties, which was the demon race's plot to reduce the young human elite.”

“It’s indeed possible it's a battle plan devised by a demon race powerhouse. The heavy casualties of orcs and human soldiers would benefit them most,” Rody nodded in agreement.

“Regardless, our first priority is to defend Rody City,” Silver-haired Tommy hinted everyone not to think about rescuing, because even if the Saint Song Grand Alliance is defeated, the angels will support them. They absolutely won’t let the demon race and orcs sweep human lands. If Rody City falls, it would be just what the angels want. Tommy’s main concern was to advise Rody.

“The demon race has opened a teleportation space in the Exile Land through the angels, and there's also a lava thermal energy teleportation gate not far from the dwarf village. They can reinforce anytime with a hundred thousand, two hundred thousand, or even five hundred thousand. Rody, I think Tommy is right, we shouldn't just consider the lives of the four hundred thousand soldiers of Saint Song, but the lives of tens of millions of all humanity. If Saint Song falls, we can retake it later. If Rody City, representing human hope, falls, then everyone will despair. You can't afford to be merciful,” Chris also agreed.

"I know, I understand, but... let's see how it goes, hopefully it won't be too bad!" Rody of course understood, but he still felt somewhat reluctant to see 400,000 soldiers watching as they were senselessly sacrificed by Trosky.

But what could he do?

The soldiers of Saint Song wouldn't listen to him, even though he was the Grand Marshal. The soldiers there had long become just cogs in the machine, merely wanting to get by day by day.

The truly spirited soldiers had already left Saint Song, heading to Rody's city, or they were soldiers from some countries who had no opinions of their own and simply blindly followed orders from their superiors. Otherwise, how could they commit such disgraceful acts like the Night Visit Door and Burial Door incidents?

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"Rody, you are now the Grand Marshal." The biggest reason for Coach Wood to stay here was to remind Rody of his responsibilities. Only he, as a coach, could exert pressure on Rody. General Quentin had refused to take Coach Wood with him on that day, wanting him to stay and continuously serve as Rody's training officer, reminding Rody at all times of his responsibilities as the Grand Marshal.

"Have you heard that the people from the Temple and my two older brothers have started playing tricks with my father again?" Rody changed the subject and asked.

"It seems their conspiracy this time is not small... Rody, you should be mentally prepared." Chris wouldn't have told Rody this if there weren't so many people present, to avoid upsetting him. Chris was saying this now to prepare everyone present, as the Temple slandering Rody had started their petty schemes again.

"I'm fine, Chris, just protect my mother! And, don't let her know about this." Rody had already given up on his father and two older brothers and was not too burdened psychologically, his only concern being his mother.

...

Trosky finally decided to deploy his troops, although he was reluctant, knowing his limitations.

But if he didn't deploy his troops now, not only would the Dennis Free Alliance Gazette criticize him, but all of humanity would label him a coward. He hated King Adrugeser of Great Frey and King Norn to death. The former had sent him a perfect plan, and the latter had personally come to Saint Song, claiming that if Trosky didn't fight, he would challenge him to a knight's duel, wanting to rip out Trosky's heart and liver to see if it was written with orc or human blood.

Even if Trosky was strong, he wouldn't dare duel with old King Norn. This old man, although aged, had almost reached the realm of Sword Saint in his youth.

After his right hand tendons were destroyed by a demon clan powerhouse, causing his power to greatly diminish, he still had the strength of a Sword Emperor. Now, even though his hair and beard were white, Trosky might not necessarily be his match in a real fight. Besides, if Trosky dared to accept the challenge and duel with King Norn, he wouldn't survive, as the strong men of the Norn Empire would all come out, skin him alive, and even invade the Galle Empire.

King Norn, this old guy, was one of the three great old marshals above Vondesman. Despite being old and frail, his prestige was like an unshakeable mountain.

Before deploying his troops, Trosky consulted with more than a hundred generals to discuss the battle plan.

The battle plan was perfect, with nothing to correct. As long as Trosky followed it, he could win. This was the main reason King Norn came to demand a battle: with just 100,000 soldiers executing it strictly, it was simply impossible to lose, let alone with Saint Song's 400,000-strong military force.

For safety, old King Norn reminded Trosky to rehearse it a few times. Although it was a bit embarrassing, it was better than suffering a defeat.

Trosky did as advised, conducting troop formations and simulations for three days. Feeling confident of victory even with his eyes closed, he finally announced to the world that the Saint Song Alliance agreed to the request of the orc vanguard and was ready to deploy troops for battle.

King Noren originally intended to stay and observe the battle at Saint Song, but the temple and King Jiale believed that an army cannot have two leaders.

Misunderstood and in a huff, the old king returned home.

He had thought that if Tuo Luosi Ji made any minor mistakes, he could lead troops to rectify them. Now, however, he was mistakenly believed to be attempting a coup. The old man cursed continuously and returned to his country, frustrated. Nevertheless, before leaving, he was relatively assured because the battle plan was indeed perfect, and the rehearsals had gone well. He believed that even a fool as a commander could win; otherwise, he wouldn't have returned home.

The entire world's attention was focused on the fortress of Saint Song.

This time, Tuo Luosi Ji, following Rody City's example, invited magic reporters to document the battle. Seeing the successful rehearsals, he gained some confidence, believing that defeating the orcs was absolutely possible.

Four hundred thousand against ten thousand, how could they not win?

According to this perfect battle plan, the human army was strategically arranged with dragons and griffins in the sky, heavy cavalry and armored infantry on the ground, spearmen on the sides, shield bearers at the front, archers in the rear, light cavalry encircling on both flanks, and mages within the ranks, ready to bombard the orc positions... In short, everything was prepared, just waiting for Tuo Luosi Ji's command.

The war reporters also nodded to themselves, thinking that it would be unreasonable not to win against the orcs with such preparation.

The temple greatly supported the effort, with priests' prayer groups enhancing blessings, and holy knights and temple warriors aiding. Various countries sent their elite, and some young, promising human elites even formed a group called 'The Holy Squad', aiming to rival the 'Elite Squad' of Rody City.

Many powerful individuals, usually tasked with protecting the kings in their capitals, were also dispatched to help fight the orc champions.

"If we don't use Tuo Luosi Ji, and let the six-year-old child of my neighbor's blacksmith, who plays with mud every day, command, we could still achieve a glorious victory!" said the sharp-tongued reporter Simpson.

A battle awaited by thousands, the focus of thousands of eyes.

Under the command of Tuo Luosi Ji, clad in golden armor, the battle officially began. Charging at the forefront was the vanguard of Da Frey, led by Vincent, the second prince of His Majesty Adrujeser of Da Frey. He had been hailed as a new military genius and a rising star by the magical newspapers of Jiale, Redlands, and Da Frey, gaining a reputation comparable to Kris, the Elven Son of Rody City. Of course, he was still slightly inferior to Rody, but if he could win this battle, his fame was expected to rival that of Rody.

However, this was the view of the magical newspapers of Jiale and Redlands; countries like Camaron and Mile did not agree.

They believed that if Vincent went to Rody City, he would have to wait in a long line just to carry the shoes of Kris, the red-haired Sal, or the Ice Demon Gao, and others.

Once the war began, it was incredibly brutal. The battlefield was like a giant meat grinder, mercilessly devouring the lives of soldiers from both sides. The orc elite were ferociously unstoppable, often fighting until death, even with pierced stomachs and trailing intestines. Some, covered in arrows, still managed to chop and charge through enemy lines. Without the support of human mages, the vanguard would have almost instantly collapsed.

Thanks to the aid of human champions, outnumbering the orcs by tenfold, and with constant reinforcements, the humans had no worries from behind.

The orcs finally retreated, leaving over two thousand to cover their retreat, while Gulied led more than seven thousand orcs in a forced withdrawal. Their retreat was difficult due to the perfect battle plan, which had anticipated such a scenario. The light cavalry on both flanks, with their high-speed mobility, tightly pursued the retreating orc army.

Flying magical beasts in the sky carried mages in batches, relentlessly pursuing the orcs, who found it nearly impossible to escape, leaving a trail of orc soldiers to cover their retreat.

This desperate measure of cutting off the arm to save the body could only slowly diminish their overall strength.

If the orcs had fifty thousand, then this strategy of sacrificing pawns to save the chariot would be effective. However, with only ten thousand elite orcs, it was far too few. By the time the third group of two thousand stayed behind to cover the retreat, only a few hundred of the orcs' super elites remained behind Gulied. This battle could almost be described as a disastrous defeat for the orcs.

The Saint Song Alliance was already preparing celebratory drinks, and the war reporters had thought of headlines for the next day's newspapers.

"Tuo Luosi Ji Achieves a Complete Victory, Redeeming Past Shame."

"The Saint Song Alliance Rises."

"Don’t doubt it, Tuo Luosi Ji really 'toughened up' this time, he’s a real man!"

As for the content of the reports, there was no need; just putting up some victory magic photos would do!

Everyone felt it was time to cheer, although many human soldiers were also sacrificed. Still, defeating the orcs was, after all, a good thing.

If the orcs could 'turn the tables' at this point, it would take nothing less than the descent of the Orc God. Even King Noren, upon seeing this, sighed in relief. The old king decided to get a good night's sleep, as he hadn't slept well for many days due to worry over the war.

"Your Majesty..." Just as the old king lay down, not yet dreaming, an attendant called him with a trembling voice.

"Tuo Luosi Ji is inviting me to a victory banquet? No, I won't go! Getting carried away after defeating ten thousand orcs, he should learn from the young Rody. How many demonic orcs he's defeated, yet he’s always remained humble and cautious, never heard of him throwing any victory banquet." In fact, the old king wanted to go, but it was also about maintaining some dignity.

"No, the human, the human allied forces... have been defeated!" The attendant knelt down, his voice trembling with nightmarish news.

"How is that possible!" King Noren couldn't believe his ears.

Wearing his robe, he rushed out, only to find the human army in a complete rout, fleeing in disarray, trampling each other, countless dead and injured. A small number of orcs were crazily pursuing them, with human soldiers being slaughtered like melons and vegetables, offering no resistance.

The magic recording disappeared at this moment, but the old king still couldn't believe it.

He ordered the mages to play the earlier recording, and upon seeing it, he nearly vomited three large bowls of blood.

The proud Tuo Luosi Ji had been relentlessly pursuing the remnants of the orcs, desperate to capture Gulied and his blood-spattered axe. Upon reaching a small forest, the human air force and light cavalry encountered an orc. This orc was extremely tall, sitting on the ground as tall as a normal person standing. Its appearance made all the fleeing orcs immediately kneel down.

Because it was the most powerful and esteemed among the orcs, His Majesty the Lionheart King.

Its appearance completely changed the course of the battle. The orc Axe Saint didn't even need to lift a hand, but upon its arrival, all orcs went berserk. Regardless of generals or soldiers, they all transformed and counterattacked the human army. Only then did the human soldiers realize the true strength of these ten thousand orc elites.

The human soldiers were like tiny dwarfs in front of the berserk orc elites.

King Lionheart took step by step towards the human army, while the orc soldiers tore apart the bodies of the human soldiers one by one.

The thousands of orcs who had previously covered the retreat all transformed into berserk states, displaying terrifying combat power. Even the severely wounded orcs turned into horrific man-eating monsters, destroying everything on the battlefield in a rampage of slaughter. If Tuo Luosi Ji had enough control, or rather, if he had enough courage, the humans would not have been utterly defeated. At worst, they would have faced a severe setback due to the orcs' counterattack, with heavy casualties on both sides, instead of turning into a one-sided massacre.

However, as soon as he saw the Lionheart King, his first reaction was to flee the battlefield, abandoning thousands of soldiers.

With the commander gone, the human army was thrown into disarray. Soldiers who were originally killing orcs turned into fleeing deserters, causing more deaths from trampling each other than were caused by the orcs...

"It's over, how could I have trusted this guy? I've really become senile!" King Noren, who hadn't shed tears in decades, cried for the first time.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty... The Miraculous Youngster, the Miraculous Youngster has come!" An old marshal with snow-white hair rushed in, disregarding all formalities and embraced King Noren, shouting excitedly: "Rody has arrived!"

"Where? Let him go to Saint Song, why come here? Go save people!" Upon hearing this, King Noren yelled anxiously.

"He's outside Saint Song City, right now, just outside... Mage, open our secret magic frequency No. 67, our war correspondent is filming there, he just sent me this information." The old marshal didn't wait for the mage to act, instead he himself rushed to the magic device, frantically adjusting the magic signal.

King Noren was so anxious that he was hopping around. Just when he was about to lose his patience, an image finally appeared.

Behind a large group of defeated soldiers stood a lone young man, very young, looking somewhat thin and frail, dressed in a white warrior's uniform that had been washed pale. He stood quietly in front of thousands of blood-drenched beasts.

None of the berserk, man-eating orcs dared to approach him; they all roared madly at him, trying to intimidate him.

But this young man remained calm and unmoved.

It was he who stopped the pursuit of thousands of berserk orcs. Without his presence, the entire human race would either have been torn apart by the berserk orcs or trampled to death under the feet of their own kind. This young man, wherever he appeared on the battlefield, was an object of fear for the enemy, even for an Axe King leading tens of thousands of orcs or a Demon Marshal leading tens of thousands of demons, neither dared to take him lightly.

"Human soldiers, stop immediately and come back to my side," commanded the young man.

His voice resonated through the skies. Although the scattered soldiers did not do so, they stopped their steps and secretly looked back, only to see such a young man behind them, and their trembling lessened.

Many cried out in pain, afraid of death, which always seemed so close to them.

They longed for victory, but victory seemed so far out of reach.

In the moment they were about to be torn apart by the orcs, after being abandoned by generals and marshals, fortunately, this young man did not abandon them.

"The Miraculous Youngster, I have a gift for you," the Lionheart King walked up through the split berserk orc crowd, stepping in front of the young man, looking down at him, his voice thunderous. He waved his hand, and the berserk orcs Gulied Axe-Man and Anlinnaif Witch-King threw the unconscious Tuo Luosi Ji heavily to the ground. He could not escape, having fallen into the orc's trap early on.

"King Lionheart, I also have a gift for you," the young man waved his hand, and a red-haired and a blue-haired young man flew down from the sky, throwing a magic-locked orc onto the ground. That was Colincha, the fifth marshal of the orcs.