After choosing to leave, they regretted it.

"Lord Aize, although I called off the attack as a precaution, this is clearly a clumsy strategy by the orcs to delay time. Therefore, I suggest you ignore it and continue the attack."

"Um……"

Aize glanced at Villian beside him, who spread her hands and shook her head.

"Where's that guy?"

"If you continue to attack with a group of people, and you still stand there, the magicians' first wave of attacks will blow it to pieces. Or if you want to capture it alive, I will personally lead the troops to tie it up and bring it back."

"You think... I don't have the option of actually going to meet him?"

"How can this be possible!?"

Lysander suddenly raised his head, and his face, which was already horrifying due to the severe burns, became even more hideous as he became more emotionally agitated.

"You are the commander here, the one performing the duties of His Royal Highness the Prince, and our savior. How could you take such a risk? Leave it to me!"

"It's okay, it's okay. The remaining orcs in Lilbas City can't cause any big waves anyway. In this situation, the other party has asked me to go, but I don't dare to go. If the news gets out, how can I survive in the future? Let's go, Wei'er."

"Okay~"

Ignoring Lysander's obstruction, Aize picked up the helmet beside him, then called Villian and walked straight towards the other party's position.

After passing through the well-prepared Imperial Army formation, the group of orcs soon appeared in sight.

There were about a dozen of them, all tall and well-equipped with sophisticated armor and weapons. They were probably the last elite orcs left after suffering several heavy losses in succession.

Aize walked straight up to the other side - followed by Lysander, whose eyes were almost spitting fire, and dozens of imperial soldiers who followed as guards.

Be ready to rush forward and protect Aize with your shield and body when the orcs make any unusual movements.

Looking at the group of humans coming in front of him, the leading orc gritted his teeth, and his whole body and the weapons in his hands were shaking constantly.

It’s hard to say whether it’s anger or something else.

After some hesitation, it swallowed hard and asked:

"You...you are the brave Aize."

"Yes, that's me. You said your name was Rokahak? I remember that name seemed to belong to a chieftain's personal guard of the Steelskin Tribe. What's going on? Did you get a promotion?"

The orc's expression suddenly became even uglier, and his trembling increased visibly.

"Yes, yes. Our chief was killed by a magic spell falling from the sky in Tafia. I also just killed our new chief, the acting chief who was acting for that guy Urdek."

So he is the acting "acting chief"?

Pretty damn rigorous.

Aize shook his head:

"So? What do you want to say? If it's nothing important, you'd better turn around and go back to your place now. I'll give you three minutes..."

“Wait, wait!!!”

As if something was finally defeated, the orc named Rokahak - and his subordinates following behind him, almost simultaneously let go of their weapons, and they fell to the brick and stone ground.

Then they all knelt down, and their bald heads even banged against the ground so hard that it made a sound like a small earthquake.

"The acting chieftain wanted to fight to the bitter end, but I killed him in the duel. We surrender now, we surrender to the brave Aize! Please stop that witch and those iron-shelled bean sprouts!"

"……Um?"

Aize's eyebrows raised again.

Of course, there are also the corners of the mouth.

"Surrender? You orcs? To humans?"

"No, not to humans, but to the brave Aize!"

“It makes no difference.”

"No! We think there is a difference! And a big one!"

Rokahak roared hysterically, and the orc's rough voice even broke a little.

"Brave Aize defeated the Great Chief and killed him. Brave Aize has invaded our territory again, and even the acting Great Chief is dead! We have no shame in surrendering to Brave Aize!"

Villian held her forehead with her hand, a meaningful and satisfied smile on her face.

The imperial soldiers behind him all had their eyes wide open, as if they still couldn't believe what was happening before their eyes.

For Aize, this was predictable.

After the last battle of Tafia, the morale of the orcs was in a state of total collapse. This time, they relied on the strong city to give them courage, plus a huge number of reinforcements nearby, to barely muster up a little courage to confront Azer again.

As a result, Aize once again proved that these courage were of no value at all.

The city was easily breached.

The seemingly intimidating reinforcements were useless. They were only focused on clearing the periphery and did not come to help. Even the acting commander was killed on the spot.

The orcs' fear of Azer can be said to have reached its limit, even surpassing normal emotions and rising to the level of a certain direction of belief.

In other words, Aize is impossible to defeat, and fighting against Aize is a dead end.

On the other hand, orcs worship strength.

The series of unreasonable defeats have gradually increased the proportion of orcs who worship Aze.

For example, after the siege of Tafia ended, Aize's intelligence system suddenly gained more than a dozen informants among the orcs, almost covering every tribe.

This makes the orcs the most infiltrated demon clan except for the vampires who have leaks on the top level.

So it is not surprising that such a situation has occurred.

The guy in front of me even killed his own boss in order to surrender smoothly.

He is just being stubborn.

Aize continued to maintain an expressionless state and asked again:

"Tell me clearly, are you guys going to surrender, or are the rest of the orcs in the city going to surrender?"

"All surrender! All surrender!"

“What if they don’t listen?”

"I'm now the acting agent... uh, how many agents are there? Anyway, I'm the boss now! If they don't surrender, let them duel with me, and I'll beat them until they surrender!"

It's obviously a cowardly statement, but it's kind of funny that he can say it so confidently.

Aize nodded:

"If you want to surrender, have your men hand over all their weapons and armor, come out, kneel down, and be bound. You will be held captive and not allowed to move freely until this battle is over. Anyone who violates this will be executed immediately. Do you understand?"

"understand."

"We'll discuss the specifics after this battle. Let me be frank: aside from sparing your lives, I can't guarantee anything else. Is that all right?"

"Of course, of course!"

Such surrender is extremely rare in the thousands of years of history of the human-demon war, and will inevitably cause considerable shock to both sides.

It is unknown what will happen to the remaining orcs on the demon side.

But it was obvious that the orc army was so frightened that they had no time to think about these things.

At the request of the acting...chief, all the orcs laid down their weapons and surrendered.

A few stubborn elements did indeed suffer the iron fist punishment as it said.

The battle in the city of Lilbas ended in such a humorous way.

"Lysander, I leave this to you. I still need to check the situation in the city."

"Understood, Lord Aize."

After handing over the task of accepting prisoners and clearing the battlefield to Lysander, Aize and Violet returned to the temporary command center.

This is just the beginning.

In order to deal with more violent attacks from the demons, we must be prepared.

But before that—

"Good afternoon, Aize, you must have worked hard last night~"

Rosalyn Meredith had arrived at some point and was waiting for the two of them.

Chapter 89 Appeal

This counterattack against the undead army can be summed up in one word: fast.

It was a race against time in a literal sense. If they were even a little slower, everyone would be trapped beneath the walls of Lilbas and would eventually die without a burial place—or become part of that twisted torrent of flesh and blood.

To this end, the coherence and execution of the Royal Guards, this top elite force, become crucial factors.

As for Rosaline's so-called Crusade Army, it is obvious that any plan that takes them into consideration must take into account their poor combat effectiveness and quality, and significantly slow down the overall pace.

This does not even take into account the situation of wrangling with Rosaline, who is a time bomb.

So, screw it, go wherever it's cool.

In the past few hours, the only interaction between Aize and the other party was that after breaking through the city defenses of Lilbas and roughly stabilizing the situation, he sent an envoy to inform Rosaline to enter the city, preventing them from staying outside the city until they were imprisoned.

It can be regarded as the most benevolent and righteous.

But this is ultimately from Aize's perspective.

Rosalyn—and certainly her followers—certainly wouldn't think so.

"Last night's operation was really hard."

The pure white saint lightly tapped the ground with her holy staff and bowed to Aize with a smile.

"I didn't expect to be able to capture Lilbas so quickly, and even successfully force the orc army to surrender. Haha, this is truly an amazing achievement. Was this also part of your plan?"

"Yes and no. The orcs are a race that relies on momentum and violence to survive. After a series of crushing defeats and the sudden death of their leader, a collapse in morale is to be expected. However, the surrender faction's direct rebellion is somewhat of a coincidence."

Counting on the enemy's own collapse to achieve victory is a dangerous and unstable idea in itself.

Therefore, even though he knew that the orcs would most likely not be able to resist until the last moment, Aize still made the most complete offensive preparations for this situation.

Of course, the same is true for the soldiers of the Imperial Guard.

This is what is meant by "estimating the enemy and giving him leniency."

It can even be said that if Aize had not made the most thorough preparations for a brutal and bloody battle, the current result would not have been possible.

So this statement is not really for showing off, but what I really think in my heart.

In response, Rosalyn just shook her head:

"No, there's no need to be so modest. After all, you're quite experienced in this area~"

As she spoke, her gaze shifted slightly to the side and landed on Villian.

Although the smile remained, the already empty look in his eyes had subtly changed, appearing unusually sharp and unpleasant at this moment.

"Isn't that right, Head Maid?"

Villian rolled her eyes in disgust, then raised the corners of her mouth, forced out a mocking smile, and retorted rudely:

"Oh, maybe. But that's not surprising, is it? Rather, given Aize's situation, it's strange that his influence is limited to humans. What's the matter? Is the Saint upset that there are demons around him?"

The fact that the great witch Villian had defected to Aize had long been circulated in some circles in the form of gossip. Rosalind must have known about this through the faith network.

But even though she knew it, she probably didn't believe it before.

After all, Rosaline's ideas came from the Internet, and most of the members of the Internet were devout believers of the Supreme God.

These people basically worship Aize as an invincible messenger of God, and they definitely don't believe the disrespectful and irreverent statement that there is a witch following him.

If you hear it in real life, you will probably slap the other person twice and label him as a "heretic".

Therefore, Rosaline had never even mentioned this matter before.

This time, in last night's attack, Villian played an undeniable key role, and Rosaline only then truly realized her existence.

Although the reaction is a bit ridiculously slow.

And her provocation was completely worthless to Villian.

Instead, it made his smile fluctuate slightly: