After choosing to leave, they regretted it.

But at this point, there is no point in saying more. The attitude that needs to be expressed has already been expressed. The only thing to do is to get things done.

Then, she raised her head and said with a proud smile:

"Who do you think you're talking to? It's a strange request, but it's no big deal. I already mastered it yesterday. It's the same whether you just say it or do it now! And..."

Then suddenly, he grabbed Aize's hand forcefully.

"Don't forget, you're not the only one who wants to use this incident to make a clean break with the past."

Theoretically, up to now, Villian is still the Great Witch and still one of the thirteen leaders.

The news that she survived the battle in Anlin Plain and fled to Aize should not have been known to the demons yet.

So theoretically, she still has the possibility of going back now - as long as she can deal with the troubles caused by the Demon King.

But by this time tomorrow, the situation will be different.

Villian, who helped Aize defeat the orc army, will officially become a traitor of the demon clan and a real enemy, and there will be no chance of turning back.

From this point of view, her farewell to the past is more powerful than Aize's.

As she spoke, without waiting for Aize to react, she overlapped her other hand.

He grabbed Aize's hand, pulled it in front of him, and said with a smile:

"Let's go and finish this together, and don't forget the promise you made to me. Haha, I'm really looking forward to the holiday after this~"

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About an hour later.

"Report!!!!"

The orc messenger rushed into the animal skin tent shouting and knelt before the throne of the great chief Tal Sarago.

"Report to the Great Chieftain! Brave Azer's army has once again left the city and launched a tentative attack on our camp, but has been defeated by the brothers of the Blood Howl Tribe!"

“…I understand. Let’s go.”

Tal Sarago slumped in his seat, propped up his head, and yawned with a bored look on his face.

These past few days, these damn knights have been causing trouble every day. Today they burn a few tents, tomorrow they chop down a few of your guards, and then they just turn around and leave.

Tar Sarago also tried hard to change its deployment to defend against these attacks, but the results were not ideal.

The orc army, which is stationed around a tribe, finds it inherently difficult to arrange its lines as tightly as humans. Coupled with the orcs' casual character, Aze always finds loopholes.

But to be honest it doesn't matter.

These actions had almost no practical effect, and the damage caused by piecemeal attacks was nothing compared to the damage caused by a forced siege.

But it gave Tal Sarago a huge headache.

On the one hand, these behaviors, like spitting, are not very harmful but extremely insulting.

After all, his army was approaching, and the other side didn't even think about defending the city and dared to come out and make trouble.

This is a complete mockery in itself.

On the other hand, based on the Great Chief's understanding of the Brave Aize, these seemingly inadvertent little actions must have some deeper meaning behind them.

Unfortunately, after racking its brains for days and nights, it still couldn't figure out the deep meaning.

They could only awkwardly continue to strengthen their defenses, constantly mobilizing troops and changing their deployments to fill the gaps on the weaker tribes' side.

"This bastard, is he trying to find fault and teach me how to siege the city?"

On several occasions when he was about to go crazy thinking, Sarago even smiled bitterly and said this to himself.

Fortunately, after a few days of anxiety, nothing happened in the end.

Although the siege was difficult, there was some progress. As long as I had a few more days, I would definitely be able to...

"Meet the Great Chief."

"……Um?"

A strange voice came, and Tal Sarago, who was resting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes.

Only then did he realize that a stranger had appeared in his tent at some point.

The man looks like a human, wearing a gray coat, black hair, blood-red pupils, and his facial features can even be described as handsome.

The black horns extending from the hair revealed the identity of the visitor.

The demon clan, or rather, the demon king clan.

Apart from the thirteen clans that transcend the thirteen leaders, there is no other strongest race.

And the appearance of such a guy here must be the intention of the devil himself.

Understanding this, the Great Chief stood up from his chair and asked in a very polite manner by orcish standards:

"Are you sent by the Demon King? What do you want from me? Give me a few more days, and I will definitely take this city!"

However, the Demon Messenger shook his head:

"Great Chief, the situation has changed. The Demon King has received intelligence that two groups of holy war knights from the Holy City set out several days ago and are now rushing to Tafia. They are expected to arrive tomorrow night or early morning."

These words made the chief grit his teeth:

"What did you say? This is too fast!"

Only five days had passed since the siege began.

Even if we count tomorrow, it will only be the 6th day.

It is almost impossible to complete the mobilization of troops, preparation of supplies, etc. in 6 days.

unless--

"That bastard, did the Hero Aize already predict that I would attack Tafia!?"

Sarago stamped his feet angrily, causing the ground to shake.

Then, it seemed to have thought of something and cast its gaze menacingly at the messenger:

"So what? Does the Demon King want me to go back? Give up such a good chance to kill the Brave Aize and go back? No!!!! I will never go back!!! I will never go back until I chop the Brave Aize into minced meat!"

The roars were like thunder, and even the orc guards beside them laughed so hard that they couldn't help but cover their ears.

However, the demon messenger who faced the roar was remarkably calm.

He just shook his head:

"No, please don't misunderstand me, Great Chief. The Demon King didn't mean that."

"What!?"

"The Demon King has sent me here to deliver a message, reminding the Great Chief to make the necessary preparations. That's all. The Demon King has no intention of interfering with the Great Chief's specific plans, whether to continue the siege or retreat."

The unexpected development made the chief scratch his head in surprise.

As an extremely radical demon, it has a very good relationship with the previous demon king who was also an extremely radical demon.

But its understanding of this new devil, who has only been in office for a year, is very limited.

Of course, it was also because when the former just took office, he happened to be beaten badly in Gerlos, which led to him not having the face to visit him afterwards.

In short, this attitude was very surprising.

"Uh... then, thank you, Demon Lord?"

The messenger pressed his chest, bowed respectfully, and responded with a smile:

"Of course not. The Demon King said that he looks forward to welcoming you, the Great Chief, back to Demon King City to celebrate your triumphant return after this incident. Well then, good luck, and goodbye."

After saying this, the messenger disappeared like a ghost almost instantly.

He was just as elusive as when he came back.

The chieftain did not hesitate at all and almost immediately shouted to the attendant beside him:

"Pass my orders. Call all the chiefs here. I have something to announce. Hurry!"

Chapter 153 Substituting one thing for another

After a while, dozens of orc chiefs were summoned together.

Many of them have reached the end of their patience with this unsystematic operation, and even obvious dissatisfaction can be seen on their ferocious faces.

Tar Sarago himself didn't care.

He announced to everyone the information that the Demon King had just passed on to him.

Then he said:

"The Knights' reinforcements are arriving soon, and we're running out of time! Tomorrow, we must capture this city at all costs! Everyone, including me, must personally go to the front lines! Do you understand?"

If you don't try your best now, your chance for revenge will be completely lost.

Sarago knew that the brave Aize must have prepared some tactics for him as before, but he was so eager for revenge that he didn't care about those.

As for the others, they could hear it clearly, but almost no one said anything.

The chiefs looked at each other, their faces full of helplessness and even fear.

Finally, one of them bravely said:

"Captain, I think we should retreat now. We've been fighting for so many days and still haven't been able to take it. How can we make it in one day tomorrow? My brothers are almost out of food!"

The original plan was that the orc army would easily capture and cross Tafia with the help of Duke Brian, and then march straight to the capital to fight the Duke's alliance.

As a result, Brian failed to succeed, and Tafia, which was originally available for plunder, could not be captured for a long time, resulting in a gradual reduction in military strength and a lack of supplies.

After all, the orcs' appetite is too great to be satisfied by simply looting the surrounding small villages.

In this situation, there is no need to continue fighting.

In fact, even from the moment Brian's insider failed, this operation had lost its meaning.

However, driven by revenge, Tar Sarago insisted on taking the city by force.

A strong attack would be fine.

If the warchief could really lead by example, the warlike orcs would have no complaints.

But it is still very timid.

The orcs wanted revenge but were frightened at the same time. These two seemingly opposite emotions intertwined together, leading to the current twisted situation. The orcs' dissatisfaction had already overflowed.

It’s just that no one dared to show it in front of the chief.

because--

Swish!!!!

A sharp cutting sound was heard in the tent.

The chief who raised the objection had his head flown out before he could react, drawing a blood-red arc in the air before falling to the ground.

The strong body fell to the ground.

"Damn coward!!!"

Sarago held up the bloody battle axe and roared angrily:

"Our orcs' great enemy is right before our eyes, and revenge is only one step away! How dare you talk about running away at a time like this? Coward! Damn you coward! We don't need cowards here!!"

Even in the barbaric orc society, such a quick and decisive lynching is extremely rare and barbaric.

The other chiefs looked at each other in confusion, and there was a lot of discussion, but no one dared to stand up and express their opposition publicly.

After all, this is their territory.

Even if everyone rushed forward and killed the chief, they would be surrounded and killed by his guards.

Sarago also understood this. He swung his axe, splashing the blood on the chiefs, and then asked:

"Who else!? Who else objects?!"

silence.

No one wants to be the next corpse.