Chapter 117 War (XII)

Seeing the burning wall of fire and the fleeing enemies, Doro immediately blew a puff of white smoke from his nostrils, picked up his axe and wanted to rush into the enemy line.

But he was stopped by Trump.

"It's time to retreat, Commander Doro."

Doro turned his head in confusion, his red eyes filled with resentment: "Trump, in this situation, you asked me to retreat? Did you accept the gold coins from those humans?"

Trump said in a flat tone: "This is the master's order, do you also want to disobey it?"

Doro spat and said viciously: "Trump, don't be happy too early, I will report to the master truthfully about your inaction in this war."

"Humph, let's go!"

Then, the great goblin commander summoned his troops and prepared to return to the north of the pass.

Doro was not blood-thirsty and completely lost his mind. He knew that Trump must have his confidence to say so.

Rump ignored the angry hobgoblin leader and took out a special green-footed dragon snake horn from his dimensional bag, which was engraved with magic runes.

He activated it easily.

Then, the majestic voice of the red dragon recorded by magic resounded throughout the battlefield, like thunder.

"The followers of the Burning Embers Nest -"

"Follow the order, retreat!"

Rump followed closely and shouted loudly:

"This is the master's order, the will of the great red dragon!"

The ogre who smashed the soldiers into a meat paste raised his head, and the chimera who crushed the soldiers in the crowd turned his three heads in confusion. The lizardman who had inserted the spear into the enemy's chest pulled out the bloody bone spear, and the swooping dragon that was breathing fire spread its wings and slowly climbed up.

Although the followers of the Burning Embers Nest did not understand why they had to evacuate, the red dragon's order was obviously not to be disobeyed.

So even if they were killing to their heart's content, they had no choice but to leave the battlefield and follow the order to evacuate the front line. The ogres and hobgoblins ran, the ground dragon beasts moved slowly, the flying dragons and chimeras flew in the air, and they all fled to the dependent camp north of Trier's mouth.

Soon, only blood, the remains of humans and monsters, and the still burning embers were left on the ground.

"I'm not dreaming, am I?"

"They. Gone?"

"God bless, these monsters retreated!"

"I... I actually survived."

"Oh my God——"

The coalition soldiers who had just experienced a brutal fight were stunned for a while. Most of them were covered with scars and blood, and they were in a daze, muttering to themselves, as if they were in a dream.

This inexplicable "victory" did not make them cheer as in the past, but just felt a sense of relief after surviving a disaster.

The staff officer rode up on horseback and reported breathlessly: "My lord, my lord! All the followers of the Burning Nest have retreated!"

Robert wiped the sweat from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief. At least he didn't have to worry about being beaten.

But facing such a situation, he was still a little puzzled: "They obviously have an absolute advantage, why do they want to retreat?"

"Grey Eagle" Schroeder had also withdrawn from the front line long ago. He stood aside and thought for a moment before whispering: "Greedy and stingy monsters like red dragons rarely grant favors. Perhaps the power of these monsters is not given. And any power has its price."

"In other words, they are likely burning their own lives."

Robert pondered for a moment before saying: "So what you mean is"

"The Burning Nest is afraid of a long war?"

Schroeder's voice was hoarse: "This is just a reasonable guess."

"I can only say. Maybe it is like this."

Robert walked out of the tent, staring at the back of the flying dragon soaring in the sky, and finally gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

"Then chase them!"

"This is the last chance for the coalition to win."

"We must not let them recover again!"

The loud horn of the charge sounded, and under Robert's command, the coalition soldiers continued to chase and occupy the former positions, but their marching speed was very slow.

The soldiers marched step by step listlessly, and even the war horses neighed tiredly.

"Soldiers, victory is just around the corner!"

"These monsters won't last long!"

"You will become heroes who maintain order in the north!"

The commander shouted excitedly, but the soldiers just watched coldly.

"Victory? What a joke."

"Has this guy seen the fangs of a flying dragon?"

"Has he been hit by the ogre's club?"

Dissatisfied whispers rang out in the team.

These soldiers who had experienced the brutal fighting were already tired of fighting and wanted to avoid fighting. They did not desert only for self-protection. Although the officers of the warlords repeatedly emphasized the retreat of the monsters, the soldiers still followed slowly, fearing that they would be caught up if they walked too fast.

And they passively avoided fighting in this way, and even the warlords could not punish them with military law.

…

North of the Throat of Trier.

Rump stood halfway up the mountain, looking down at the coalition forces that were slowly chasing in the distance, with a hint of expectant smile on his ugly face.

“Northern guys.”

“You are finally here to die…”

And he was surrounded by ogres, hobgoblins, kobolds, lizardmen and other Burning Clan, and even the captured nobles were brought here.

They were noisy and the fury brought by the fighting had not completely faded.

"I killed twelve humans with my hammer."

"Haha, I crushed them alive."

"It's a pity, I want to taste blood again."

"Tsk tsk, isn't this right?"

As these monsters talked, their greedy eyes couldn't help but glance at the noble prisoners.

Viscount Luton was terrified of the monsters around him. He asked the tiefling uneasily: "My lord, why did you bring us here?"

"Please keep us safe."

Metrolash smiled and didn't answer.

"I was fighting vigorously, but why did I withdraw?"

"Yes, I just received a contribution of six hundred."

"Is this the end of the war?"

"Is there still a final mission?"

"Aren't there any cutscenes?"

The players also followed the mission lead and came to the camp halfway up the mountain to watch the excitement.

Seeing the coalition forces approaching in the distance, Trump just raised his staff.

【Stone Wall Technique】

Just listen to the ground rumbling.

A thick stone wall slowly rose, completely sealing the only remaining exit of the Throat of Trier, and trapping nearly 10,000 remaining coalition soldiers in the Trier Valley.

"This is what the master said, 'catching a turtle in an urn'."

Trump looked at the uproar of the coalition forces below and muttered to himself.