The Mythical Path of a Princess from a Destroyed Kingdom

Currently, the principal of the Kingdom Academy is Rachel Bertie. She has used a simulation spell to operate on two fronts, managing the school in an orderly manner. After confirming that she is a high-level mage who is close to legendary, all the teachers are willing to obey her management.

Working under her, as a teacher or headmistress, would allow Betty to learn more about magic, which would be helpful for her development.

When you have free time or need to do manual labor, you can also mentor the mage apprentices at the school, letting them do some dirty and tiring work while giving them some magical guidance.

"Your Majesty?" "Goddess?"

The two looked up, and Maginus replied, "Do as you say. You don't need to ask me every time. Just make a table at the end."

The two most important priestesses observed everyone. Those who loved killing were assigned to the assassination team. They would have plenty of people to do the work for them in the future. Major threats that could not involve the army would be left to them to handle.

The girl who uses her psychic powers to connect everyone has been assigned to the intelligence group. She is very talented in contacting others and reconstructing information, and is currently directing the children in the castle to move around.

Having barely participated in combat, he preferred to help others. His children were assigned to the foster care group and will spend more time serving in orphanages and "training institutions" to cultivate the next generation of core pastors and members for Maginus.

As for those who entered the fortress, and the children who were truly focused on recording work, they could integrate into all departments and go wherever there was a shortage of people. They were among the most obedient and cooperative.

"Your Majesty, shouldn't we also have names? After all, we are under the command of my head maid."

Mira looked up and asked, and Melu wholeheartedly agreed with her suggestion:

"After all, the Church of the Dead is not suitable to act in your capacity as king, Goddess. We should use different names when dealing with national affairs and church affairs."

Simply put, if a conflict of faith arises with other churches, they are to act as pastors of the Goddess of the Dead.

However, if it involves state affairs, such as investigating corruption or finding spies, they should have a different identity and belong to Queen Nesser's secret staff.

Maginus gazed at the girls on the battlefield and opened her palms: "Hmm, it feels like you are more like extensions of my limbs, named after parts of my body? Goddess's Hand, Goddess's Eye?"

"That sounds more like a title for church members."

Mira disagreed, grabbing Maginus's hand and lifting it up to block the light shining down: "We should be Your Majesty's shadows, let's call ourselves shadows."

"Okay, let's do it your way. So, what should we call each department?"

"I haven't thought about it yet."

As the three were talking, Maginus suddenly paused, and the two girls also noticed something puzzling.

The girls who entered the castle discovered a cellar filled with a large number of teeming with life.

If I'm not mistaken, all the missing orc civilians have been moved inside, but it's unclear what the situation is like down there.

So what exactly will they do?

All three of them were very curious about their choice.

There are so many signs of life here; the elderly, the weak, the sick, and the disabled are probably all down there. What should we do?

Crawling in the crack of the box, Betty, who had detected life activity with magic, asked the others how to deal with these orcish people.

They're all enemies. If you ask me, I'd kill them all to prevent anyone from escaping.

Some girls have shown a ruthless side, so it is recommended that you use poisonous fog or smoke to kill them, provided there is a high probability of an escape route in the cellar.

There's likely a safe escape route here. We can poison them before they can react, letting them die in their sleep.

It's such a waste. The mines and tunnels still need slaves. From a profit perspective, it would be better to block up the escape routes. When the army arrives at the castle, they can only look at the blocked escape routes and can't do anything about it.

The group's thoughts communicated continuously through the pathways formed by their soul connections, eventually reaching a consensus to adopt a more profitable and safer method to block the orcs' escape route.

Instead of following their original plan, they sneaked out of the castle and used divination to search for possible escape routes beneath the ground.

Working together, they quickly located a large enough road and proceeded along it, carefully avoiding the orcs who had returned to the Juqiling Bawu? Liuba Qiling Mengmin District, and finally arrived at the hillside outside the city.

"It's nearby."

Having escaped danger, they used ritual magic to perform divination, finding a rock wall covered in vines. After parting the vines, a cave about two meters in diameter with obvious signs of artificial excavation appeared.

"Blow it up. The tunnel needs to be blown deep enough, and the falling rocks need to be thick enough. The orc chieftain and one or two mid-level orcs might use this passage to escape."

Looking at the cave, Betty guessed that the entrance was not only for the weaker orcs to escape from; the chieftain himself might also be trying to run away.

They took out the alchemical materials they had prepared in advance from their dimensional bags and began to make alchemical explosives, which they then placed deep inside the cave.

Next came the detonation. The passage was long, so there was no need to worry about the castle discovering anything amiss. Betty led everyone back, raised her hands to conjure small fireballs, and threw them at the explosives at the entrance of the cave.

After a loud bang, a series of explosions rang out, and the cave entrance collapsed completely, blocking the cavern and cutting off the orcs' escape route inside the castle.

Chapter 577 Street Fighting

Unable to withstand the army's attacks, the orcs gradually withdrew from the outer perimeter, using the undulating hillsides to create distance and enter the residential area.

Stone houses, wooden houses, and fences formed the orcs' defensive line, and the battle officially entered the urban warfare phase.

The soldiers were already prepared; their daily training included specialized drills for urban warfare, designed to both storm and protect enemy towns. They never expected to be put to use so soon.

Running along the muddy road, the arrows shot from the windows became the main obstacle to the soldiers' progress. Immediately, some rangers and archers found a high vantage point and, under the protection of the soldiers, rushed towards the tower.

They burst through the doors, killed the orcs who were attacking from inside, and then the rangers who had taken the high ground turned around and aimed their bows at the houses. If any orc archers dared to peek out, they would be sniped.

Of course, there is an even simpler way.

After a while, the soldiers were so annoyed that they finally received orders from their commander that the spellcaster and the soldiers could set fire to the houses and let the fires spread.

The fire quickly spread through the residential area, with thick smoke and black fog billowing into the sky. The wild animals in the forest sensed that a wildfire was about to break out and began to flee in all directions.

"I entrust the forest defenses to you druids."

"Row."

Outside the city inhabited by orcs, the druids looked worriedly at the burning flames. There were not many druids here, and they didn't know if the flames would break through their defenses.

The rising smoke directly obscured the archers' vision, limiting their field of vision. In fact, the archers in the army were somewhat inferior to the orc archers in long-range attacks. After the smoke rose, it actually brought both sides to a certain level.

Now their numerical advantage was fully demonstrated. Once the orcs drew their bows to fire, they had to move to a different position, otherwise a large number of soldiers would come to kill them. Once they moved, they had to familiarize themselves with the terrain again, and their strength, which was originally so good that they could hit their target nine times out of ten and were hard to be detected, was greatly reduced.

Simply put, their advantageous terrain has disappeared, and all their original bonuses are now null and void.

The orcs were forced to shrink their battle zone and were soon driven to the vicinity of the castle. It was at this moment that the general received new intelligence from His Majesty Imperius’s private agents, confirming the cave leading from the castle to the outside world.

"Quickly, send a small team to this location," he immediately organized the men to head to the exit. "There, the priests of the Church of the Dead will guide you. Do as they say."

High-level attacks are still easy to penetrate. The general closed his eyes for a moment and then sent the communications officer to call someone.

The team soon arrived near the exit, where a girl in a black robe appeared before them, startling them. These priestesses were truly elusive.

"follow me."

Ivy beckoned and led everyone to the cave entrance. Pointing to the collapsed cave entrance, she instructed the spellcaster to use the techniques of turning fossils into mud and mud into stone. First, some of the stone was turned into mud and water, which then stuck together with the original stone. Finally, the mud and water were turned back into stone.

The scattered pebbles outside suddenly coalesced the disparate boulders, and the resulting whole should be able to hold them off for a while... right?

"This is useless against high-ranking orcs."

Some spellcasters raised objections, and Evie and the other girls in the shadows were also worried about it.

"Don't worry, I'm here too."

A gentle voice rang out from not far away. It was Yue Liang. Ivy bowed slightly to show her respect when she saw him, and then disappeared from the soldiers' sight.

"Aaaaaah! Damn humans!"

Standing on the castle windowsill, the orc chieftain watched as his painstakingly built city was gradually destroyed, his eyes bloodshot, his heart filled with pain and reluctance.

He desperately wanted to rush out and kill everyone, but he couldn't.

Above a stone house, Yueqian kept a close watch on him. She didn't need to worry about anything else; she just needed to prevent the high-ranking orc chieftain from rushing into the battlefield and attacking the surrounding soldiers.

The two sides had already clashed, and as the orc was wounded, the chieftain realized Yueqian's strength and, fearing death, chose to retreat.

He might be able to defeat or even kill Yueqian, but he would be seriously injured afterward, and as a result, he would be swarmed and killed by the other human soldiers.

As the position was gradually breached, the elderly shaman stepped forward, sighing as he offered his advice:

"Chief, it's not too late. Lead the remaining elites to disperse the clan and take the remaining children, women, and elderly away. There's still a chance to survive if we return to the mountains. Humans can't kill all the orcs. There's no fertile ground for us to build a city-state here."

Gazing at the rising black smoke outside, the orc suppressed his anger and turned to the shaman, saying:

"Gather your trusted subordinates, and we'll leave through the secret passage. Don't tell the remaining warriors; just say you need to perform a very special ritual to help me become stronger."

"...Yes." (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the preceding sentences.)

The shaman's expression was somewhat bitter. He bowed to the clan chief in agreement. There was no other way now but to temporarily sacrifice the other warriors in exchange for the survival of the clan.

They disappeared into the castle, opened the sealed cellar, and the orc chieftain, seeing his somewhat frightened clansmen, raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet:

"Everyone follow me and leave through the tunnel. The remaining warriors are still blocking those humans; they'll catch up soon."

Some people considered questioning the clan leader's decision, but remembering his usual behavior and strength, they swallowed their doubts and followed the troops into the depths of the somewhat long ridge.

In a life-or-death situation, only by following the strong can one survive.

They had only been inside for four or five minutes when Yueqian, whose eyes were fixed on the castle, noticed something was wrong: the high-ranking orc had disappeared from her sight.

It's wartime now. The task of high-ranking officers is to keep each other occupied and prevent the enemy from eliminating their soldiers. The disappearance of high-ranking officers basically means that they have abandoned their soldiers.

They either had to find a way to turn the tide of the battle, or abandon their men and flee for their lives. After learning that there was a secret passage that could be used to escape, Yueqian guessed that the latter was more likely.

As for whether the guess is accurate, a little testing will make it clear.

Shadow Escape.

Vanishing in the blink of an eye, Yue Qian reappeared on the other side of the battlefield, accompanied by shadow energy, and pierced the heart of a mid-level orc from behind.

Exploding flames erupted from his chest. The girl looked around. Having killed the mid-level enemy, she had not encountered an attack from the orc chieftain. She decisively raised her hands and trembled slightly. Her body disappeared into her own shadow and leaped out from the shadows of others.

After killing the second mid-level orc, she could confirm that the orc chieftain had left, and immediately informed everyone:

"The orc chieftain has escaped through the secret passage. I suggest you lay down your weapons and surrender immediately. That way, you might have a chance to survive. Otherwise, you will all die."

Chapter 578 A Dead End

The clan chief has run away?

The orcs were unwilling to believe it, but they could only doubt it afterward. As soon as Yueqian finished speaking, she launched an attack on the orcs in the castle. Her ghostly figure was unpredictable, and they always managed to escape when they tried to surround her. The shaman's spells were completely ineffective.

While they were being "slaughtered," their chieftain was nowhere to be seen, and even if he was performing some kind of ritual to strengthen himself, it would have taken far too long.

"Quickly, go check the cellar!"

The orc warrior shouted, and his most loyal slave goblin ran toward the cellar, only to find it empty.

This city, composed of numerous orcs, is doomed.

Even the goblins, with their not-so-bright brains, realized this. After running away, they didn't choose to grovel before their former masters. Instead, facing the menacing human warriors, they unhesitatingly dropped their weapons and surrendered with their hands raised.

"I surrender, I surrender, please don't kill me!"

"take away."

The soldiers exchanged glances, and soon one of them, amidst the chaos of the battlefield, chained up the surrendered goblin and took him away. He soon appeared atop the stone house, holding a megaphone-like object and loudly urging them to surrender:

"The orc chieftains have all fled! All the goblins and kobolds should surrender now, or they might survive!"

The cowardly goblins and kobolds stared at the goblin, recognizing him as a former favorite of a powerful orc warrior. They knew he wouldn't be caught so quickly; he must have run there on his own.

Already timid and fearful, they immediately screamed and ran away. When spotted by soldiers, they immediately dropped their weapons and knelt down. These creatures, with their relatively low intelligence, had little dignity; survival was of paramount importance to them.

The enslaved soldiers all surrendered and were taken away. The orcs naturally understood that their chieftain had abandoned them. Although they were angry, they did not lay down their weapons. An orc overseer raised his great axe to boost morale.

"For the sake of our little brats, buy them enough time! Don't be like Ergu, a coward who is strong in power but weak in spirit!"

"Ahhh! For the great Gewush!"

They roared and fought back desperately. Seeing this, the soldiers of Nesser were not afraid. After receiving orders, they fought and retreated, holding them off and slowly reducing casualties and losses.

As for the escaped orcs? They definitely won't be able to escape within two or three hours.

To be precise, it wasn't just two or three hours. Betty and the others had destroyed a long section of the alchemical explosives they had placed. Even for a high-level warrior, without the ability to cause widespread destruction, it would take at least ten hours to dig it out.

"Humanity!"

Reaching the very end of the Longdao, and gazing at the stones and soil blocking the exit, the orc chieftain roared in despair, his eyes bloodshot as he looked at the shaman, hoping he could offer a solution.

Several shamans stepped forward, their faces filled with sorrow. Unfortunately, none of the spells they possessed could quickly dig a tunnel. This time, they were truly at their wits' end, and they had no better way to lead their people out of danger.

"Chief, why don't we surrender to the humans?"

An orc stepped forward and said that in a desperate situation, surrender was the only option, as it offered a chance of survival. However, Chieftain Ergu slapped the man across the face and stared intently at the cave before him.

"Dig! Everyone dig together! We have to dig it out!"

Everyone else could surrender, but Ergu couldn't. As the only high-ranking orc and chieftain among the orcs, surrendering would only lead to his death.

After saying that, he rushed to the pile of rubble, throwing stones around with both hands, and ordered the shaman to enhance his various attributes. Digging with all his might could indeed shorten the time.

But that was certainly not enough. He held onto a faint hope that only a section of the road was blocked, and that if he could dig away the stones in front of him, he would be able to see the forest.