Generally speaking, urban dwellers find it difficult to sleep peacefully in open wilderness environments. The main reason is a lack of mental security, coupled with restless evening winds and various intrusive natural sounds that make it difficult to fall asleep. So in order to adapt, when I first arrived here, I would always exhaust myself in some way, as long as my body felt tired, sleep would naturally come.

Moreover, in an unfamiliar environment, it is always hard to feel at ease and find it difficult to stay in bed. However, since expressing our feelings to Sasa, I began to relax. During the winter when we lived at the Wolfrang's house, I often needed someone to wake me up.

I woke up naturally this morning and went to the cold creek to freshen up, looking quite disheveled with dirty and messy hair. I simply rinsed it with water and went back to wake up my wife.

After waking up in the morning, the first thing to do is to drink a glass of water. After drinking, my stomach feels comfortable, and Sasa and I hold our water cups while patrolling the area.

"Why does everyone look so sluggish?"

My wife looked at Gray sitting on a pile of wooden boxes, rubbing his eyes and yawning incessantly, a bit puzzled.

"The orcs make a lot of noise when they sleep..."

Indeed, more than half of the orcs snore when they sleep, regardless of gender, and no one dares to disturb them. People who sleep nearby suffer, and the succubi are even worse. They hardly sleep and have to endure the continuous sound of snoring all night long.

Although orcs are ugly, ignorant of personal hygiene, and have crude language, their snoring at night is deafening. However, orcs surprisingly have their principles. For example, they strictly prohibit intermarriage between their own kind and any other race, whether it's succubi or humans, it is strictly forbidden. They attach great importance to bloodlines, and when it comes to outsiders, they only show recognition but never admit that outsiders are their own kind.

Another interesting point is that orcs are very combative. They accept challenges from all creatures, emphasizing "all creatures." Urum said that orc children often have bare-handed duels with wild boars, while other children cheer them on.

"We love peace, but we are better at fighting than anyone else!" Urum said.

In comparison, Medusa doesn't have as many principles. This is due to the number of individuals in the race. With more people, races like orcs and werewolves have more comprehensive laws and hierarchical systems, where everyone has their own responsibilities. Succubi have a smaller population, so they only have the concept of a leader, and for Medusa with just a dozen or so members, the older sister is at most a small team leader.

After breakfast, we gathered in the orc-style large tent for a meeting.

"Raul, are we just going to wait here for them to attack?"

"Yeah, it's called waiting for the tired ones."

"What if they don't attack?"

"Don't worry, they will definitely attack."

The orc lord is eager for war, it's in their nature. They know there's a battle to be fought, but they must wait, which is simply torture.

"When will my brother arrive?"

"He will come shortly after the battle begins, no need to worry."

As soon as the words fell, Ned rushed in, looking anxious.

"Raul, you'd better take a look!"

I took the binoculars that Ned handed me and hurriedly went out of the tent with Sasa, standing on a solid mound to observe the enemy situation in the north. The Magic Council's response was quick. They discovered our assembly only two days ago and have gathered a large force to confront us.

I didn't see the regular army's presence. There was a long row of crawling black dots about three kilometers away. The number was small, only about three to four thousand people. Suddenly, a faint reflection appeared in the binoculars. It could be a giant gem, metallic armor, or a glass mirroring surface. But regardless of what caused the reflection, this force is definitely not the regular army led by Poseidon.

"Tell everyone to prepare for battle and make sure Auntie stays with me, no running around."

In order to get a better view, I climbed up to the newly finished watchtower and quickly saw the whole army led by the magicians - three types of elites. The right flank was cavalry, with both men and horses wearing silver-metal armor, and they seemed to be each equipped with a heavy sword. In the middle were a group of bald men, who I knew were the battle priests, but I was surprised to see that their numbers reached several hundred. On the left were infantry in a well-organized formation, and I couldn't see their specific equipment clearly, but it was certain that they were equipped with full body armor.

These three forces were the true display of the kingdom's military power. Needless to say, the battle priests were formidable. The silver cavalry and the infantry were definitely on a par with the royal guards. If the kingdom sent three to five thousand troops, there was no doubt that it was a regular force with guns. But now, with only three to five thousand men, none of them were armed with guns. If they were not elites, then what were they?

"Husband, what did you find?"

"I found the enemy..."

"I mean, did you find any weaknesses?"

"No, I haven't seen soldiers dressed like them before."

"What should we do then?"

"Let's defend until Wolfrang and Park arrive..."

After hearing what I said, Sasa fell silent. She knew that the simpler my command was, the smaller the chance of winning in a short period of time. Not only Sasa, but also Huait and the orc lord were waiting for my strategizing. However, without actually engaging with the enemy, I wouldn't know their weaknesses and flaws.

If only Simmon were here...

I started smoking, with my index and middle fingers trembling slightly. Sasa took away my cigarette, put it in her mouth, and then held my right hand, hoping to calm me down.

"It's okay, it's okay..."

"Wife, I suddenly feel like we're going to lose."

"No, we won't, you are Raul."

"But I just have this feeling that we're going to lose and die, I've never had such a real feeling before."

"We might die, but we will definitely not lose."

My wife kissed my temple, and my mood calmed down slightly with the touch of her cool lips, but it still couldn't alleviate my nervousness about those unknown enemies.

Stay calm, stay calm...

I looked up at the black flag. It stood there so lonely, while the elite soldiers from the kingdom were getting closer, their flags fluttering with great momentum. Judging from the number of flags, it seemed that we were already in a losing situation.

Cover was meant to resist artillery fire and bullets, and rain was meant to counteract the flintlock guns of regular armies, but they were useless against magic. Until Park and Wolfrang arrived, there would be no chance of a turning point in the battle.

"We'll go all out."

"Huh?"

My wife was taken aback by this sudden Chinese sentence.

"Although I think it's impossible for us to win right now, we definitely won't lose either."

This statement was just a compromise, a compromise for a war that couldn't be ended quickly. Indeed, when it came to war, both we and the kingdom were still considered beginners, but we both had one common goal, which was to end this damn waste as soon as possible. War was the greatest waste of time, money, and life. But we all wanted to win, to write the history of the victors.

In the end, I decided to face the kingdom's forces head-on. As long as the casualties today could be kept within thirty percent of the total force, we could hold on until Wolfrang and Park arrived.

Two armies faced off, and the enemy's appearance became clear. On the left were rows of tall and strong knights in silver helmets and armor, estimated to be around a thousand people. In the center were familiar faces of battle priests, numbering over five hundred. On the right were infantry with armor similar to the cavalry on the left, possibly with swords hanging from their waists. Behind the soldiers were several dozen blue-robed sorcerers, along with a few objects resembling prisoner carts.

At first, I was worried that the prisoners in the carts were similar to the mentally unstable ones like Catherine and her brother, but they quickly told me what was being held in the carts. That's right, each of the four carts held a werewolf, an orc, an incubus, and a small Saprovore.

When the werewolves and orcs were brought forward in special shackles, things began to spiral towards the edge of chaos. The orcs shouted, "Release our kin!"

Though the werewolves remained silent, all eyes were fixated on the emaciated and bald old werewolf that I had seen in the Grand Theater of the Kingdom before.

Curses filled the air. I noticed that the shackles on the incubus were made of amethyst and had blindfolds, rendering them powerless to even flap their wings. Leya showed no visible reaction, but I could tell from the quivering of her lips that she was probably grinding her teeth sideways.

The way the Saprovore was confined was slightly different from what I had seen before. The glass box had run out of water, and the sides were raised, with a four-sided stove for heating underneath.

They were about to carry out a public execution, and I immediately had a sense of what was going to happen.

The first to have their heads severed were the orcs. The executioner wielded a sharp sword that resembled the large sword I used for grilling meat. The orcs continued to shout in their special Mungli dialect until their dying moments, which I couldn't understand. As the heads fell to the ground, silence enveloped our position, and all the allied forces could only move their eyes to witness the separation of heads from bodies, whether they belonged to brothers or sisters.

Next was the incubus, equally clean and silent.

Then it was the old werewolf's turn. Instead of shouting or resisting, he said with apparent joy, "Little blind girl, we finally meet outside the prison!" I didn't understand the meaning behind his words, but when I saw the blind Medusa, who seemed to have lost her sight in both eyes, desperately trying to rush forward and crying out, it seemed like she knew what had happened in the monster prison of the royal city.

The execution of the Saprovore was brutal, cruel for any species. It was roasted alive with fire, turning into a white-green powder resembling instant spinach juice...

I gripped the telescope, feeling dizzy and nauseous. It could be because beheadings were too bloody, or perhaps it was because the large sword resembled the one I used for grilling meat. The Magic Council was not just some ordinary passerby that I could easily kill. They were as cunning and sly as me, taking advantage of our simple and straightforward personalities.

Looking around at the orcs and werewolves who were already shouting at the top of their lungs, the flames of hatred growing uncontrollably, the chain reaction was inevitable. Inciting these single-minded monsters with provocative tactics was too effective.

At this point, was there any room for turning back? If Wolfrang were here, he might be able to control the werewolves' impulses, but the orcs had already positioned themselves behind cover, and the resounding drumbeats pounded in my heart.

"Let's go~"

I turned to the right, where Sasa pointed towards the enemy position with their flag fluttering five hundred meters away. Sasa reached for a short-handled axe at her waist and skillfully flipped it in her hand. The axe had been sharpened at some point, its blade reflecting a whiter light than the exquisite armor.

"Okay, let's go."

Pulling out the joint military flag planted in the ground, Sasa and I charged towards the unfamiliar enemy. Fighting against the unknown monster together was no different from our journey.