After successfully blowing up the Earth Core Passage, Boyke felt no joy at all.
The Governor died in battle, and he, who stepped up in a crisis, now passively became the highest-ranking officer in the army.
The reinforcements he expected never came, and instead, he received an order to retreat.
However, how could a war be stopped just because one wants to? The Giant centipede soldiers, whose return path was cut off, went berserk, constantly dragging others down with them.
The troops embroiled in chaotic battle couldn’t pull back at all.
The fierce battle continued into the next day, and only after both armies were exhausted did the fighting cease.
By the time they calmed down, everything was already too late.
Not only had both armies suffered heavy losses, but the human cavalry had also arrived at the battlefield, staring at them from a dozen miles away.
"Two Respected Ones, Your Majesty asks us to retreat from Yangguan County as soon as possible, but the human cavalry is eyeing us covetously from the side.
If we leave the camp and have an encounter on the plains with the human cavalry, the consequences would be unimaginable!"
Boyke complained bitterly.
He didn’t have the confidence to refuse the order from the tribe, so he could only place his hopes on the two esteemed Respected Ones with transcendent status.
Breaking through the blockade of enemy cavalry would require the two of them to exert great efforts as well.
After all, the cavalry tactics transmitted from the tribe were too simplistic.
He dared to try them while defending the camp, but they were unfeasible during a march.
"Just report the situation truthfully to Your Majesty. Retreating now is courting death.
Not only is our army being watched, but when the two of us went out to scout just now, we were marked by the enemy!"
Venerable Heinz said with an exasperated expression.
Strongmen proficient in soul rules are rare species, with only a handful across the entire continent.
Such a low-probability event unexpectedly happened to the two of them, leaving them speechless.
If they hadn’t dodged quickly enough just now, it wouldn’t just be a matter of being marked; they might have lost their lives as well.
Erasing a soul mark isn’t hard, but it takes time.
If the army recklessly breaks through and leaves, who knows how many troops can escape, but the chances for the two of them are slim.
The enemy’s ability to kill five Sanctuary powerhouses in one battle proves that even Sanctuary powerhouses are at risk on the battlefield.
"Boyke, do as Heinz says. We will explain to Your Majesty.
Tell His Majesty that we have too many wounded and must stop and recuperate.
Also, those pesky centipedes are a problem that must be solved quickly.
If, by any chance, the human army attacks and those lunatics come out to cause trouble, we’ll be in big trouble!"
Venerable Wilson decided firmly.
The war has progressed to this point, and the Demonic Crocodile Clan has already lost nearly one hundred thousand troops, including two Sanctuary powerhouses.
Although they seem to still have strength, in reality, they are already struggling.
This is the sorrow of a small tribe!
In the Earth Core World, they were a major power, but on the surface world, they couldn’t hold up.
Compared to tens of thousands of years ago, the Continent of Aslante is now significantly stronger overall.
Two waves of power transfer have occurred, each reshuffle heralding a major upheaval.
Compared to the elves of the past, the Human Race’s biggest advantage is their sheer numbers and abundant resources.
The experience passed down from ancestors is useless in the surface world.
Throughout this war, there hasn’t been a single Human Kingdom that has shown any willingness to compromise with the invaders.
Before this, they had sent multiple signals, but the Black Forest People completely ignored them.
Conversely, some races from the Alien Coalition ended up negotiating after a series of battles.
"Don’t worry, Respected Ones, I’m figuring out how to drive away those pesky centipedes.
Without the restraint of the King Court, the Giant centipedes are now operating independently, and no one can command the entire army.
Now that the human army is pressing hard, those fools have already panicked. If we apply some pressure, they’ll scatter on their own!"
Boyke said confidently.
The strength of a "desperate army" lies in their spirit.
With their way home cut off, the centipede soldiers, once calmed, have lost their previous ferocity.
The series of failures before had filled the Giant centipede army with pessimism, especially the deep-seated fear of the human army.
If he wasn’t worried that further war might give the human army an advantage, Boyke would have already ordered the clean-up of the remaining Giant centipedes.
While the Demonic Crocodile Clan was in discussion, fierce arguments were also taking place at the Giant centipede gathering area nearby.
Without the suppression from the King Court, the original legion structure fell apart, replaced by a tribal mode.
"The Earth Core Passage can’t be cleared in a short time, the human cavalry is already here, and the enemy won’t give us time.
With just those remains of the Demonic Crocodiles, they surely aren’t a match for the human race.
Moreover, both of them are our enemies. No matter who wins the war, they’re not going to spare us.
Anyone who wants to stay and wait for death can stay, but I’m not sticking around!
If you all want to argue, argue here as long as you want.
I’ve already made up my mind; tonight I’ll lead my troops northward, retreating through the territory of the Elf Race into the Ancient Heritage Alliance.
Those willing to follow, let’s act together and seek a slim chance of survival with the Ancient Heritage Alliance!"
Chief Richard couldn’t help but angrily reprimand.