At this moment, not only the hundred thousand soldiers, but also everyone watching the battle from the rear, shouted together. Tears streamed down their faces regardless of age or gender, all of them roaring at the orcs. For many years, humans had never faced orcs with such overwhelming morale. Humans always harbored deep fear towards orcs and demons, always on the defensive, always retreating. Just now, the Miraculous Kid alone stood against thousands of frenzied orcs and even King Lionheart, giving everyone an immense touch, absolute confidence, and a powerful hope.
"Kill, kill, kill!"
Humans kept shouting, not out of a desire for slaughter, but to break through their psychological barriers. At this moment, the enemy of all humans was themselves. They wanted to kill their past cowardly selves, awaken the bravest and most fearless part of their hearts, to burst forth with new life, casting aside all past cowardice and fear... Countless people, not just the elderly but also young people, men, women, even children, were deeply merged and moved by this wave of emotion.
Old King Norn jumped up, waving his fists, jumping, shouting, losing one of his shoes without noticing. It was as if he had returned to his youth, to his proud and fearless youth. The old king cried like rain; in his life, he never admitted to being a coward, but at this moment, he realized he had never faced his mindset since the defeat. He felt his long-dormant passion boiling inside, and for a moment, he found himself still young and extraordinarily strong. It was not his body that was aged, but his mindset.
"Kill, I want to kill, I must kill..." Old King Norn cried profusely, excitedly realizing that his former self had returned. Under the call of the Miraculous Kid Rody, his lost will to fight and spirit returned.
In the Great Frey Palace, Emperor Adrugsith and the beautiful queen were stunned.
It took them a long time to recover from their astonishment.
"This guy is really godly, to turn things around like this. I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes," the beautiful queen sighed in disbelief.
"This is the Miraculous Kid, our formidable enemy," Emperor Adrugsith's eyes gleamed with fervent battle spirit, staring intently at Rody.
Under the Sanctum Fortress.
King Lionheart tightly gripped Rody's shirt, his right fist raised high, ready to strike with thunderous force. Thousands of frenzied orcs and a hundred thousand human soldiers roared, their battle spirit reaching a frenzy. With just one command from their leaders, even if it meant being decapitated or limbs torn, even if blood splattered five steps, even if reduced to ashes, not a single soldier would retreat.
The great battle was on the brink of erupting.
The Miraculous Kid Rody said just one sentence, dissolving the deadly struggle between humans and orcs.
"Your Majesty King Lionheart, I can cure the orcs' frenzy," Rody said. Orc frenzy is the beginning of their madness and also the start of their death. No Orc Witch King could use magic to cure an orc's frenzy, though it has been their wish for thousands of years. High-ranking orcs could erupt with ten times their strength in a frenzy, the stronger the orc, the v
Perhaps an Orc Barbarian's frenzy lasts very long, ten times longer than that of an elite orc warrior, up to a day, even more than a day and a night. During this time, they are almost invincible, but once their life force burns to its peak, they will burst and die, leaving no trace of their existence.
The thousands of frenzied orcs are nearly invincible, more terrifying than tens of thousands of demons. This is part of the reason Tharoski fled in fear, and also the real reason why four hundred thousand human troops rapidly disintegrated. Previously, in battles, the number of orcs that could frenzy was very few, seldom over a hundred. Humans could not imagine the orcs having thousands capable of frenzying, nor could they imagine King Lionheart appearing, let alone sacrificing thousands of elite orcs in a fierce attack on Sanctum.
If Rody hadn't spoken those words, regardless of whether the human soldiers erupted with fighting spirit, King Lionheart would have ordered the frenzied orc army to attack with all their might.
What King Lionheart did earlier was just to crush the morale of the human soldiers, accelerating their defeat.
If it wasn't the Miraculous Kid Rody, the most intelligent and powerful human male, standing in front of him, King Lionheart would have already ordered the frenzied orc army to crush them.
"No, don't help them lift the frenzy. We can hold Sanctum, and eventually, all the orcs will burst!" Chris disagreed with Rody for the first time.
"Chris, we all have parents. Every soldier has parents who gave birth to and raised them. Now, millions of fathers and mothers are watching. They entrusted their sons to us. Are we going to let the orcs tear them to pieces? Look, they stand behind us because they believe in us. If we decide to go to war, none of them will survive... With one word from me, I can decide their life or death, decide whether millions of fathers cry in pain or smile in joy, decide whether millions of women lose their husbands, decide whether millions of children lose their fathers. Chris, I'm not afraid of war, but I don't like it... Our human blood has already been shed enough!" Rody gently took Chris's hand, speaking softly.
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"You know, I always listen to you, but others won't. As soon as you help the orcs lift their frenzy, tomorrow you will become the enemy of the world, a traitor to humans, a collaborator with orcs. In the minds of knights and nobles, a hundred thousand slaves are nothing. If you decide to negotiate and make peace with the orcs for these hundred thousand slave soldiers, what will everyone think? You will no longer be a hero, but a traitor cursed by millions!" Chris said tearfully, voicing many people's fears.
"I don't care about others' opinions or my reputation. I only care about life, living life," Rody smiled faintly.
"If you can lift the frenzy, we orcs will not attack Sanctum for three months and swear never to attack Rody's city. As long as the Miraculous Kid protects them, we will not kill a single person under your protection, and if you want to negotiate peace, we orcs are always ready. Is my condition good enough?" King Lionheart still clutched Rody's shirt.
King Lionheart was confident he could take down Sanctum. Though he only had thousands of frenzied orcs, in his eyes, Sanctum was as weak as a clay chicken or pottery dog.
His real concern was only Rody.
Of course, people could see that King Lionheart still valued the thousands of elite orcs. This was his biggest investment, and he didn't want the elite orcs to be completely lost until the very end. Perhaps, dying together with Rody and his men was not what he truly wanted.
Orcs, although they wanted to plunder everything from humans, wanted to do so at the smallest cost.
Going to war with the Miraculous Kid Rody was never part of King Lionheart's plan.
"Brothers, return to your families and lead a good life! I absolve you of your slave status. Your bravery has cleansed you of everything. Heroes of humanity, please follow my assistant Chris and leave!" Rody turned and signaled the hundred thousand slave soldiers to leave. He had made his decision, willing to bear eternal infamy for the lives of a hundred thousand people. Perhaps this decision was a huge mistake, perhaps going to war now was the right thing, but he chose not to do the 'right' thing. The Miraculous Kid, the hope of humanity, the hero of perfect battles, always prioritized the lives of his warriors, always sought victory with the least casualties. He never traded lives for victory, never piled up honor with soldiers' corpses, never enhanced himself with others' pain. This is the true Miraculous Kid Rody.
"No, we won't leave."
"Marshal, let us die in battle! Even if we die, there are tens of millions of humans left, they are your soldiers!"
"We are just lowly slaves, all of us together are not worth one of your fingers. Let us stay! You didn't abandon us, and we are already content. To die by your side is an honor we couldn't even dream of..."
"Don't let concern for our lives cast suspicion and blame on you, that would be humanity's greatest loss!"
"Let us die in battle, please let us die!"
The hundred thousand soldiers knelt down, each extending their hands, tearfully begging to die in battle. Just a few minutes ago, they were trembling with fear, unable to respond to Rody's call, but now, they hoped Rody would agree to let them die in battle, to sacrifice themselves for him...
"You are no longer slaves, not just ordinary people, but heroes of humanity. Go home! Your loved ones are waiting for you, your elderly parents are longing for your return; your wives are tearfully praying to the gods for your safe return; your young sons need your care. It's easy for one person to wish for death, but very difficult to live well. Soldiers, the battle between humans and orcs is over, enough soldiers have died today, enough blood has been shed... It doesn't matter if the Miraculous Kid is called a traitor, I am still Rody, the same as before, and that won't change." Rody raised his hand, his hands emitting a golden light brighter than the sun.
In the supreme field of spiritual power, people forgot their pain and tears, staring dumbly at Rody, blazing like the sun. Millions of rays of light twinkled on him, dazzling but not blinding. Intense, yet not aggressive, extremely peaceful, bringing an inexplicable tranquility, not just in the body, but deep in the soul as well, peacefully breathing within the light, like sleep. At this moment, everyone was extremely lucid, yet not a single person spoke, no one breathed heavily, no one felt the urge to break this tranquility.
Under the light, the frenzied orcs changed, losing their ferocious demeanor, their faces taking on the calmness of rest. One by one, the orcs transformed in the light, released from their frenzied mutated state, reverting to their original appearance. The orcs, who had turned into monsters, quickly stood upright, shrinking, returning to their orc form.
Both the injuries on the human soldiers and the wounds on the orcs were healing visibly to the naked eye.
Rody, suspended in the sky, sat cross-legged in mid-air, his face carrying a compassionate calmness, eyes closed, hands emitting endless golden light. In that moment, a feeling arose in people's hearts: this was a deity. The deity most compassionate to all beings in legends should be like him, treating the lives of both humans and orcs equally.
As the golden light flickered, although it was just a magical image, people in the rear were watching in utmost tranquility. Everyone felt their souls being purified, bathed in the intense yet gentle golden light.
"Boom!" Five beams of white light descended from the sky, transforming into a thunderous aura slash, heavily striking Rody who was suspended in the air. In an instant, the golden light shattered, and blood scattered like flowers from the heavens, filling the sky.
"Judgment!" The white light turned into angels, four two-winged angels and one six-winged angel, radiating fierce aura, and under the enhancement of a giant holy light formation, they slashed down again, tearing the sky apart. The elite squad was jolted awake by the attack, filled with rage, and each of them bravely charged to meet the attack. However, reacting even faster than them were the orc Axe Kings and King Lionheart.
King Lionheart roared like thunder, leaping into the air, his fists pounding the sky, shattering the five sword auras chasing them down.
Chris reached out to hold Rody, tears rolling down.
"I told you before, doing this would only bring hatred…" Chris repeatedly wiped the blood from Rody's lips, but the gushing blood was endless, just like Chris's tears.
"It's okay, I knew this would happen," Rody said with a forced smile, pale as death, then fainted.
"Let's go, we should leave! Honor will never belong to us. You are a fool, and so am I. Let's go, let's return to our safe harbor, our home! We shouldn't have come, shouldn't have come…" The Elven Son Chris, holding Rody, ignored the battle in the sky, and set off on a lonely journey. Rody in his arms kept dripping blood along the way, strikingly vivid.
"Let's leave this place!" Silver-haired Tommy roared and shouted at the hundred thousand slave soldiers: "If you want to be a fool, then follow!"
"Don't leave us behind…"
"We are fools, and we are willing to be fools!"
"No, no, don't die, we can't be without the Miraculous Kid, let's exchange our lives for his, let us trade our lives to bring him back!"
The elite squad didn't respond to the slave soldiers' cries, lining up one by one, following closely behind Chris. Some war correspondents saw and hurriedly followed. Some infantry hesitated for a moment, but quickly realized the slave legions had already surpassed them and hurriedly followed suit. The hundred thousand soldiers passed by the orc soldiers, but the orcs, as if not seeing them, all watched the battle between King Lionheart and the angels in the sky.
Several Axe Kings, dozens of Barbarians, and Shaman Witch Kings set up a net in the sky, along with the Saint-level King Lionheart.
The five angels had no chance to escape. Under King Lionheart's nine attacks, even the strongest six-winged angel fainted and fell, blood and white feathers filling the sky. They didn't expect that their attackers would not be the elite squad, but the enraged orc warriors.
"Miraculous Kid, this is my gift to you!" King Lionheart descended from the sky, grabbed the neck of the six-winged angel, and twisted it, killing him.
"We orcs respect heroes and keep our promises. Originally, after Rody was assassinated by you, you had already nullified his wish, and we didn't need to keep our previous agreement. But we still do, because Rody is a human hero we orcs cannot afford to offend! Go, Sanctum Alliance, and you angels, we'll meet again in three months!" King Lionheart waved his hand, and the orc elite retreated like a receding tide.