After choosing to leave, they regretted it.

Seeing that he had successfully convinced everyone, the chief nodded with satisfaction:

"If no one objects, then go back and prepare! Remember! Tomorrow is your last chance. Anyone who dares neglect their duties will have their head used as a drink! Dismissed!"

The chiefs walked out of the tent with resentment on their faces.

After creating some distance to ensure they could not be heard, several chiefs who were particularly dissatisfied gathered together.

"I think the boss has really gone crazy and was frightened by that brave Aize!"

"That's right, so cowardly and crazy! If it had personally come to the battle, it would have taken us down long ago, but instead it's hiding in its own den, driving us to our deaths!"

"Tomorrow, if we can't take it down, it's fine if we can just leave. But if we don't leave and we're really surrounded, what are we going to do?!"

Several people fell silent.

Then, one of the chiefs, who had a scar on his face and was blind in one eye, suddenly said:

"Or, I'll challenge it!"

Unlike other races with complicated heritage or rules, the social structure of the orcs is extremely simple and crude, and strength - or fists - is everything.

Anyone of lower status can challenge the one in higher status. As long as you can defeat the latter in hand-to-hand combat, the positions of the two will be directly reversed.

It is a reasonable and legal means for the lower class to overthrow the upper class.

This is also the only way to remove Tal Sarago from the position of chief.

Of course, this only works in theory.

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the other chiefs changed drastically:

“Are you serious?!”

"You are indeed better than us, but compared to the boss, you are still far behind!"

The average orc's height is between two meters and two and a half meters.

The size of Tal Sarago is even more than three meters.

Such a body size is extremely rare even in the entire history of orcs, and the strength and endurance that come with it are extremely amazing.

Even if he had to take the brave man's holy sword head-on, there would be no problem at all.

As a fellow orc, it is almost impossible to defeat it in a fist fight.

The scarred orc chieftain spat:

"Screw it! If I can't defeat it, I'll die. If I stay, I'll die too! It's all death! Might as well give it a try! Wait, if I don't take it down tomorrow and it doesn't leave, then I'll challenge it! Even if I can't defeat it, I'll still give it a few teeth!"

After saying that, it no longer paid attention to the other chiefs, pushed it away and left.

All of this was seen completely by an owl perched on a nearby tent.

Scarface returned to his tribe's headquarters angrily.

Seeing its appearance, the subordinates hurried over to ask:

"Chief, you are..."

"Stop talking nonsense! Bring me some wine!"

It was so angry that it didn't want to waste any more time talking. After giving the order, it went straight back to its tent.

He grabbed the barbecued meat on the table, which he didn't know what kind of meat it was, stuffed it into his mouth and started eating it, chewing it up and swallowing it together with the bones.

And soon, the subordinates also brought over various kinds of wine.

The number is not large. After all, the orcs have had few opportunities to plunder until now in this war.

But Scarface Chief didn't care about that.

It was extremely unhappy and needed alcohol to suppress its anger, and it also needed alcohol to give it courage so that it could strengthen its idea of ​​challenging tomorrow.

After carelessly pouring all the wine it could see into its stomach, it stood up and slammed to the ground with a "bang", roaring at its subordinates:

"What else?! Bring it back!"

The subordinate replied hesitantly:

"But... Chief, this is all we have in stock..."

"I don't care! Go ask other tribes for it! Trade it! Steal it! Or even rob it! Your chieftain might die tomorrow! You won't even give him a drink!"

Scarface was venting his anger.

The subordinates did not dare to ask any more questions and took the opportunity to leave the tent. It was hard to say whether they were going to find some wine or to escape.

Scarface, who had drunk a lot of wine and had his blood rushing to his head, was inevitably a little dizzy at this time, so he slumped down on his throne and closed his eyes to rest.

I don't know how much time passed like this.

It heard footsteps.

When he opened his eyes, he found that the subordinate who had just left had returned at some point, holding a bottle in his hand that was unusually small for an orc.

With a flattering smile, it said:

"Chief, look what good stuff I got for you."

Scarface frowned:

“…What is this?”

"This is the Great Chief's spoils of war. It seems to have been seized from the brave camp on the Anlin Plains. It's said to be the bootleg liquor of the brave Leah. This is a treasure! I stole it!"

Scarface's eyes suddenly lit up.

It knows the existence of this bottle of wine.

When he had captured it before, Tal Sarago had shown off as proof that he had chased the brave warriors to a pulp, and said that he would savor it after he won.

I didn't expect it to fall into my hands.

If the chief knew about this, he would be furious, but who would care at this point?

"Quick! Bring it here!"

Scarface, who was addicted to alcohol, didn't think much about it. He stepped forward to grab the bottle, twisted off the lid and poured the wine directly into his mouth.

Then he smacked his lips and said with an unsatisfied look:

"This human wine tastes good, but there's too little of it! It has to be bottled in barrels... uh..."

Before he could finish his words, an unusual feeling of fatigue suddenly hit him.

Before Scarface could understand what was happening, his eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground.

I want to move, but I can't.

Except for the fact that he was still conscious and his eyes could move, his whole body was completely paralyzed.

Naturally, he couldn't make even a sound, and even breathing was difficult.

Under its astonished gaze, the subordinate who delivered the wine suddenly became expressionless.

It turned its head and walked to the tent, lifted the curtain and looked outside. After making sure that no one would come, its body suddenly became blurred and distorted.

A moment later, the orc disappeared, and in his place appeared a pink-haired girl who looked like a human.

Chief Scarface knew something was wrong.

But the substance mixed in the wine was obviously not an ordinary medicine. No matter how hard it tried, it was of no use.

In confusion, it watched the girl blow out the candle in the tent.

Then, several black tentacle-like objects extended from behind, wriggling towards it in the darkness.

A slight sound of mincing meat echoed in the darkness, and was then drowned out by the noise of other orcs in the camp.

No one noticed.

After a moment, the girl disappeared.

There was only one "Scarface Chief" left in the tent, and the ground was littered with orc corpses.

Chapter 154 Psychological Warfare

A low-level orc tried to stab his boss in the back while he was drunk, but was killed and beaten into a pulp - this or similar stories are not uncommon in orc society.

So, Alicia's infiltration did not cause any commotion.

Nothing happened during the night. As the sun rose again, a new round of offensive by the orcs began.

As Tal Sarago had said the night before, they had thrown their limited resources completely and unreservedly into this operation.

There was no longer any talk of main attack or feint attack; they attacked madly from all directions at the same time.

All the remaining war beasts - even including several huge dinosaur-type monsters - were released into the battlefield.

These extremely ferocious but also massive creatures should have been used only after all remaining turrets and magicians had been cleared out, to avoid becoming conspicuous targets.

But I can’t care about that now.

And they did not disappoint their owners.

One of the giant monsters, covered in strong armor, successfully rushed to the edge of the city wall. Before being completely blown to the ground by the dense magic attacks, it still used its destructive power to successfully chisel a gap in the city wall.

The excited orc army rushed there, crossed the moat regardless of anything and rushed into the city.

On the other side of the gap, they directly collided with the brave Uriel, the remaining members of the Holy War Knights, and the remaining elites of Duke Brian's army.

The battle directly turned into street fighting, which was extremely brutal.

When the Knights fought to exhaustion, the town guards took over. When the guards lost too many lives to continue, they were replaced by the mobilized militia, and any half-bloods willing to fight, including Groot, joined them.

From noon when the city wall collapsed until dark, they were never able to gain a foothold in the city and were driven back by the counterattack commanded by Aize.

Even when Tal Sarago personally went into battle, he was held back by Uriel and failed to achieve any substantial results.

The orcs' attack lasted from dawn to midnight, but ultimately failed.

After leaving behind corpses that almost filled the gap and the moat, the unwilling Tal Sarago had no choice but to retreat to the camp with his exhausted brothers.

Then, of course, there was the quarrel.

"Great Chief, let's retreat quickly!"

Another chief, regardless of the risk of being beheaded, said this in a voice that was almost tearful.

"The Holy War Knights are very close, and the other human armies are also approaching. If we don't leave now, we won't be able to leave!"

Before Sarago could react, another chief said:

"Yes! After today's battle, almost all the war beasts are dead, and half of my brothers have been killed or injured. If this continues, we will really be finished!"

Unlike before, the voices of opposition came one after another.

There wasn't even time to chop one down and shut the others up like before.

And what they said was indeed correct, and Sarago himself knew the reason behind it.

But it would be unwilling to retreat now and let its biggest enemy go.

Then he roared:

"Leave!? We've broken through the city walls today! If we leave now, all our hard work over the past few days will be in vain! So many of our brothers will have died in vain!"

Then, it gnashed its teeth and said:

"Today, I was less than a hundred meters away from that damned hero Aize. I could see him! If that damned Uriel hadn't been in the way, I would have strangled him to death today! I was just this close, just this close! So I can't leave. I have to fight for another day!"

A chief said with a sad face:

"Great Chief, the Knights will arrive before dawn! It's too late for us to leave now. We don't even have half a day left!"

"yes!!!"

"That's right!"

There was a chorus of agreement.

No matter how reckless Tal Sarago was, he couldn't kill all those who opposed him - not only would that cause other tribes to rebel, but he would also have no one to command.

Moreover, these views are not wrong.