The Mythical Path of a Princess from a Destroyed Kingdom

"Have!"

An angry shout rang out, and the scarred boy pointed at a fat-looking man: "He's the manager of the beastmen, and he's the only one who gets to eat his fill while we all starve!"

"Wait, I didn't. If I hadn't intervened, many of you would have been eaten by the orcs."

The fat man hurriedly retorted. The soldier glanced at the crystal ball, then frowned and signaled his men to subdue the fat man. Both of them were telling the truth, at least that's what he thought. Further testing was needed.

Chapter 574 Things I Need to Do

While the raiding party was rescuing the slaves, the frontal offensive had already begun.

Several spellcasters attempted to turn fossils into mud on the wall, but unfortunately, the city's shamans blocked their way, and the spell failed.

The number and quality of spellcasters on both sides were roughly equal, making it impossible to achieve a decisive victory. The orcs managed to stop the spells from directly damaging the city walls, and what followed was a hard-fought battle with the soldiers.

"Charge! For Her Majesty the Queen!" "The Goddess of Death will protect us!"

"Kill them all, and offer them up to the great Gewush!"

A mid-level warrior, clad in heavy armor and perhaps possessing a small amount of giant blood, charged toward the city gate. He smashed through everything in his path, his body swelling with each step.

Finally, the nearly three-meter-tall giant warrior slammed into the city gate, causing the gate to loosen upon impact.

This is also why siege equipment is not needed for this operation; as long as the soldier is close to the city gate, he himself is a convenient battering ram.

Magical patterns flashed across the city gate, used to reinforce its defenses and prevent it from lasting even a second against a mid-level warrior.

However, most of its defensive capabilities are focused on damaging the gate itself, such as slashing, stabbing, or smashing the gate with blunt weapons.

If the entire door collapses, then magic is powerless.

"Go and kill him!"

The clan leader gave a loud command, and several mid-level orcs leaped down from the city wall. Before they could attack the warriors, the mid-level orcs hidden in the army jumped out and attacked the orcs.

With the attack blocked, the man ramming the city gate no longer needed to worry about being hit by arrows. He took a few steps back, steadied himself, and charged forward again, his shoulder slamming into the city gate.

It started to loosen again, and it looked like it would fall over completely if it was hit three more times.

People have been dying on the battlefield, most of them Nesserian warriors. The orcs are still holding their ground on the city walls, taking advantage of the high ground and inflicting damage on the soldiers with arrows.

The Nesserians also had archers, but the difference in elevation made it difficult for them to aim and shoot, and most of them had difficulty hitting their targets.

The situation of being forced to take a beating changed after the tall warrior smashed the city gate. With a loud bang, everyone's attention was drawn to the tall city gate as it slowly collapsed, the speed of the collapse increasing.

Taking advantage of the buffer period, the mid-level warriors quickly retreated. Sure enough, several fireballs shot out from inside the door, landing on the ground and splashing flames.

Water creation technique!

"The city gates have fallen! Charge in and slaughter all the orcs who dare to resist!" "Surrender and you will be spared!"

Solar Beam! Chain Lightning!

Having prepared their spells in advance, Ronfil and another druid seized the opportunity to be teleported to the city gate using their companion's stealth ability. Facing the numerous orcs blocking the gate, the two spellcasters did not hesitate to raise their hands and unleash a group attack spell.

A blazing flame erupted from Ron's hand, forming a beam that swept forward from the soles of his feet, leaving dark marks on the ground. The flames pierced through all the orcs blocking the gate.

Then, lightning flashed, and the electric current struck the orc at the front, spreading outwards like branches, completely clearing away the orcs blocking the entrance and allowing the army soldiers to enter and deploy their military formation.

The battle raged on, and the junior priests under Maginus's command were also dutifully carrying out their duties, choosing what they had to do.

No one went to the safe camps to treat the wounded; they all went into the cities that had been engulfed in war.

A half-crippled soldier lay on the ground, surrounded by flames that caused toxic smoke to fill the air, which he slowly inhaled into his chest cavity. His blurred vision made it impossible for him to see anything.

If that's all, he won't die of suffocation anytime soon, because he's lying down and can get some normal air.

The fatal wound was in his abdomen; his stomach had been cut open, and his intestines were spilling out onto the ground. Severe hemorrhagic shock caused him to lose consciousness.

Just as he was about to close his eyes completely, a tingling sensation suddenly came from his unconscious abdomen. His dilated pupils focused again, and the warrior stared intently as a small figure in a long robe appeared before him.

You...you are...

The soldier opened his mouth to try to speak, but he couldn't utter a word and closed his eyes as his wounds healed.

With a flick of her cloak, the little girl emerged from the alley and, noticing the passing group of spies, called out, "Hey, there are wounded here."

After saying that, she quickly left the scene and went to the next area, taking out a notebook from her dimensional bag and writing something down.

"Why are there children here?"

One soldier exclaimed in surprise, and his teammate rolled his eyes at him: "You fell asleep again during assembly, didn't you? That's the priest of the Church of the Dead. He'll help us with whatever he can."

……

Outside the castle where the orc chieftain lived, Betty and Evie gathered a group of people, planning to sneak in and see what treasures were inside. They intended to work together to complete this task.

Hidden in a tree, a girl observed the interior of the castle through binoculars. A small number of guards were still inside, some orcs were ready to flee at any moment, and others looked ready to die.

Having figured out the situation, the girl placed her hand on her forehead, her eyes gleaming with a pale blue light.

She is the only one among the children with psychic abilities, and she is currently communicating with everyone through a soul connection, and at a great distance.

Be careful. There are probably a dozen or so orcs in the castle. Most of them don't have a strong desire to fight. Judging from the looks of it, they will kill the orcs who are loyal to the chieftain, and the others will just run away.

What do silky textures look like?

With her eyes closed, the psychic priest transmitted images to Betty, who received their appearances and discussed with the others how to get in.

"How about we use invisibility to gather together and act safely?"

The young priest, eager to show off, shook his head: "What if they don't notice us? We could easily get in. We should at least demonstrate the results of our training."

Evie shook her head: "Our goal is to complete the mission. Showing off is the last thing we should do. Assassins should remain unknown."

"Vote. Arguing won't solve anything."

"it is good."

The children unanimously agreed that more of the five would choose invisibility.

They all cast invisibility spells, and the junior priest, who had previously said he wouldn't use invisibility and would rely on stealth, rushed towards the castle first.

There's no need to speak anymore. The castle is within my psionic range, and I will use telepathy to connect everyone and complete a real-time conversation.

it is good.

Chapter 575 A Hundred Aspects

Most of the slaves were imprisoned near the area the raiding party had previously entered, but some were kept in the homes of the orcs as their private property.

After the battle began, some human slaves were killed, while others were taken away by the orcs to be used as human shields, in an attempt to make the Nesserian soldiers hesitate to attack.

Some, relying on their own wisdom and courage, either successfully fought back against the orcs who enslaved them, picked up weapons and fled towards the soldiers of Nesser, or secretly opened the items that bound them and began to escape within the city, avoiding the pursuit of the orc soldiers.

"Hu Chi... Hu Chi..."

In the alley between the houses, men and women each held a spear and stabbed the goblin chasing them until he was completely dead before putting down their weapons.

The orcs kept many slaves for combat, similar to gladiators, including goblins and kobolds. However, not a single human was chosen. In the orcs' words, "They are too shrewd," and using human gladiators might bring them misfortune.

"Damn it, what on earth happened?"

There were practically no orcs left in the vicinity. Currently, those openly fighting the army were all warriors who had already gone to the main battlefield. Only a few civilians were still running around, and when they saw the two of them, they ran away. No one knew what was going on.

"I've heard that an army has launched an attack on the orcs. To save our lives, we need to rejoin the army!"

The slender woman's pupils contracted slightly. She grabbed the man's hand and tackled him to the ground, causing the arrow that had been aimed at his head to become embedded in the wall.

"Damn it... the slaves... actually dared to escape!?"

Speaking in broken Common, a short orc attacked them. The two men, their faces pale, fled into an alley.

"what!"

Malnourished, they were no match for the orcs. Just as they turned the corner, the woman was shot in the leg by an arrow. Seeing the wound on her leg, the man hesitated for a long time, but instead of running away, he gritted his teeth and turned to charge at the orcs.

"Resistance by the weak is futile!"

It grinned menacingly, its two fangs extremely bloody, and drew a short-handled axe from its waist to kill the charging man. However, before the two could get close to each other, a shadow suddenly appeared behind it.

The two daggers met no resistance, instantly severing the orc's head. The priest kicked the still-standing corpse, glancing at the two astonished figures.

With a light snap of the fingers, a faint light fell on the woman's injured thigh. The arrow dislodged automatically as the muscles twitched, and the healed girl guided the two in the right direction.

"This place is about to become the next battlefield. Run that way, there's a gap in the city wall that you can use to get out, but be careful, the orcs are fighting the soldiers nearby."

Before they could reply, the girl disappeared into the shadows. The suffering man and woman looked at each other, and he pulled the woman up, saying, "Let's go quickly."

"it is good."

Running in the direction the pastor pointed out, the silent woman asked, "Why didn't you run just now?"

“It’s no use running away. Besides, you saved my life. I can’t just abandon you.”

"Hahaha, the twelfth one!"

In the dark alleyways of the slave quarters, a piercing, shrill laugh echoed, even creating a strange resonance. Even though they knew it was friendly forces, the Swiss soldiers of Nesser couldn't help but feel a chill.

If even friendly forces are in such a predicament, the orcs must be even more vulnerable. They must not only face the soldiers but also be wary of attacks from the voice's owner, as they could be killed in the blink of an eye.

puff

The orc, who was fiercely fighting the soldiers, looked down in shock. His right abdomen had been pierced from behind, and the blade was clearly coated with poison.

He turned around, trying to see who killed him before he died, but the assassin retreated back into the darkness in the next second, leaving only the hood visible.

The girl with light red hair stared into the darkness at the suspicious and tense orc, her smile looking rather sickly.

She thoroughly enjoys the feeling of killing others; the pleasure is something no other behavior can bring her. The reason she is in her current state is mainly due to the series of blows she suffered in her childhood.

It was said to be during her childhood, but it was actually shortly after she became a follower of Maginus. In any case, like the Miramia sisters, she was saved by Maginus when she was on the verge of death.

Because her young soul was too close to death, her mind was distorted after being rescued. Later, Maginus saw that she was only slightly bloodthirsty and liked to play with corpses, so he did not deliberately affect her soul or correct her habits.

Anyway, for an entire kingdom, there are as many people as you can kill. She already has a mind flayer in the kingdom, so having a few more bloodthirsty priests is nothing.

"Ah~, praise to the goddess~!"

The girl clasped her hands together in prayer, dodged the arrow shot by the orc ranger, and disappeared again, revealing her canine teeth.

Damn it, where is she?

The orc was on guard when a voice came from behind him: "Hey, your opponent is me."

Suddenly turning around, the orc used the metal part of his longbow to block the longsword. Looking at the warrior in front of him, the orc thought to himself that he was in trouble. He drew his scimitar and fought with the warrior. Under the pressure of the Nesserian warrior, he gradually focused his mind and his senses of the outside world became weaker and weaker.

He was gradually forced into a corner, and it was at this moment that a pair of soft and delicate hands reached out from the window where the orc was leaning, holding two short swords.

Pale red eyes lit up in the dark house. The somewhat crazed girl plunged two short swords into the ranger's neck and then pulled them out. She looked at the startled warrior, her gentle smile returning, and then disappeared.

Woo!

As the heavy horn sounded, the orcs fighting the Nesserian warriors widened their eyes and kicked or dodged their opponents, running towards the inner circle.

That was their bugle call; once it sounded, it meant they were preparing to retreat.

She lightly leaped onto the rooftop, and like the former Maginus, the girl with long, light red hair gazed into the distance. She took a deep breath to calm her excitement and agitation, then took out the communicator provided by His Majesty and notified her companions near the castle.

"They're moving into the inner circle, so be careful."

"Okay." "Received."

The inner circle is different from the outer circle. The outer circle is mostly farmland, open spaces, training grounds, defensive facilities, and places where slaves are imprisoned, and it is very open.

Once you get to the inner circle, there are many houses, so the fighting will no longer be in open areas, but in urban warfare, which could be a test for the army.

Standing on the rooftop, the girl saw her companions who were following the army, and they waved to each other.

As mentioned before, in addition to rescuing people, the priests hiding near the army were also recording information about some talented fighters.

Chapter 576 Job Reservation

Watching the explosions on the crystal screen, Mira and Melu, who were scoring everyone's performance, pulled on the tablet in front of them. Some children had planted bombs along the orcs' retreat route, and now they had exploded, causing them trouble.

"Bonus points for the demolition team, Melu, how many points do you think is appropriate?"

"Ten out of ten."

The two sat on either side of Maginot. While the others fought hard, they only needed to give scores and could enjoy themselves by staying close to His Majesty.

There's nothing we can do about it. Mira is the busiest, and Melu is the most talented. Even though they are friends as deceased priests, they still compete with each other.

"How about Betty moving to management?" (A phrase used to describe a situation involving a group of people, possibly from a forum or online forum, and doesn't translate directly.)

Merlu pointed to Betty, who was leading the team into the castle. She was more like the backbone of the team and was very suitable for a management position.

"The manager is also good. She's a mage, which requires a lot of time for research and study. She's also quick-witted, so she's definitely suited for office work. Once she's fully developed, she can go out and about. Should we hand her over to Ms. Rachel Bert and have her manage the Netherland Academy from now on?"