The single-headed Bimeng Behemoth capable of breaching city gates, and the double-headed one capable of wiping out defending soldiers, at this moment, along with the entire legion, suffered instant annihilation at the hands of His Royal Highness.

As witnesses on the scene, how could the defending soldiers not be stirred up?

How could they not feel an overwhelming surge of excitement at this moment?

After all, those are Behemoths, powerful creatures rarely seen on the mainland that can rival even the Dragon race!

It's worth noting that the ferocious reputation of the White Bear has spread far and wide mainly because in his youth, he once slew thirteen true dragons.

The female general, aware of the valiant feats of the Beastman King in his youth, also roughly counted the number of fallen Bimengs on the battlefield.

She made a rough estimate and concluded the exact number of fallen Behemoths is at least no less than "thirteen";

Furthermore, the attack by His Royal Highness just now can be aptly described as a "decisive strike"!

The female general could proudly think to herself:

The companion of her beloved Queen, His Royal Highness, is no less inferior to the youthful Beastman King.

"As long as His Highness is standing here, we will never lose!"

The female general returned to the city wall, stood at the highest point, raised her sword vigorously, and proclaimed her resolute declaration to all directions.

"Ohhhh, we definitely won't lose!"

In war, armies often rely on spiritual support;

Take the example of the defending garrison:

Not long ago, due to the ostentatious displays of the White Bear and Bimeng legion, their morale had been low;

But now, due to the reliable figure on the front line, they erupted with astonishing fighting spirit.

Single-handedly reversing the tide of battle and boosting the morale of the entire army;

These two achievements are what Wang Xiaole has just accomplished.

Speaking of which:

If it weren't for the messenger who promptly relayed the urgent military information to Wang Xiaole before the real trouble began, the fortress would have likely fallen by now.

Thanks to the messenger's message, the reinforcements rushing over were not just one, and the other two had their own tasks to perform.

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

The wind accompanied by fire swiftly separated the position in front of the fortress, amidst the Orc army, with a massive wall of flames.

This was no ordinary fire but a towering inferno over ten meters high;

Apart from the Bimeng legion that had been annihilated earlier, there was no Orc warrior or general in the Orc army who could pass through the inferno with their skills.

"This country is where my beloved and I spent our honeymoon. It cannot be destroyed by these barbaric brutes."

Amidst the roaring waves of heat, Lucia appeared on Wang Xiaole's left side, fanning herself calmly.

The counterattack does not end here!

"I don't want to help Dibiles at all, but since it's Master Xiaole's wish, I must do my part."

Shortly after another voice sounded, the soldiers at the forefront of the Orc army suddenly displayed a strange gleam in their eyes, as if making eye contact with someone.

Subsequently, these mesmerized Orcs began to move on their own, picking up their weapons and pointing them at their own necks.

"Sorry, but please step into the cycle."

Appearing on Wang Xiaole's right side was Cai, who bowed towards the vanguard of Orc soldiers.

Upon witnessing her action as a signal, the orcs who had reacted without authorization soon tightened their grip on their weapons, aiming to make a forceful slash right on their necks...

Splurt splurt splurt splurt splurt splurt.

To the orcs at the back, it appeared as if their companions in front had collectively and strangely committed suicide by slashing their own throats!

These battle-hardened orcs had never witnessed such a scene before and were momentarily frozen in place.

What snapped them out of their stupor was the magically amplified voice of Wang Xiaole reverberating in all directions:

"You are too kind, not only coming to celebrate my wedding but also especially bringing gifts."

Wang Xiaole was pointing towards the Bimong slowly turning red in the fire.

Perhaps due to being cooked just right, the large chunks of meat were now dripping hot oil from the surface and emitting a tantalizing aroma.

"You border guards are just in time for a meal today. After the battle, bring back the meat and season it before consuming it all."

"Um, do we really have to eat that kind of meat?"

The female soldiers followed Wang Xiaole's finger, gazing at the roasted crimson Bimong, each swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

One thing was certain:

Their mouths were watering not because they were craving it.

"And also."

Wang Xiaole withdrew her gaze and looked down on the orc reinforcements, questioning them:

"What are your thoughts, orc? Will you just deliver the gifts and go home, or would you like to disturb me, your host, for a while longer?"

As Wang Xiaole straightened her tilted face and gazed directly at the orcs, finally, a myriad of reactions came forth from their side:

"So beautiful!"

Orcs generally had good eyesight, and even at such a distance, they could clearly see Wang Xiaole's unparalleled beauty.

The entire army was captivated by the beauty of this human, which was inevitable.

After all, the mainstream aesthetic sense among the orc tribe favored human women's appearances.

Moreover,

Dibiles belonged to the typical Western continent countries, where the girls were predominantly blond, causing the orcs to become somewhat aesthetically fatigued.

Having seen many blond girls, coming across a rare sight of a beautiful black-haired girl like Wang Xiaole undoubtedly incited even more fascination.

A combination of several factors led the orcs to fall head over heels for Wang Xiaole, and as for which specific aspect they liked, the answers were plenty.

"I like her face."

"I want to hold her slender waist."

"She appears to have a childbearing figure, if I were to marry her..."

The atmosphere suddenly shifted, no longer resembling a battlefield but rather more akin to a large-scale matchmaking event.

Compared to the unruly behavior of the subordinates, the approaching White Bear observed with keen insight:

(Whispering) "Woman... No, the scent of a woman, recently acquired, but still mostly retaining the masculine scent cultivated for over a decade!"

Ordinarily, orcs weren't particularly sensitive to scents.

But the White Bear was different.

After all, he was the orc king, not only physically powerful but also possessing one of the keenest senses, including his sense of smell, within the tribe.

Whether the White Bear's assessment was correct or incorrect, it was hard to say, considering:

He is difficult to understand in terms of his sexual orientation;

In his eyes, those disgraceful subordinates of his were completely pathetic to the extreme, being enchanted like this by a man.

However, despite his disdain, the White Bear was well aware:

Subordinates who have fallen into a state of enchantment are unable to exert their power, which means:

Due to the beauty of that person, the hundred thousand troops at this moment were completely useless, more useless than useless.

When the advantage of the large army could not be utilized, the White Bear had to face the difficult situation of attacking the city alone.

However, even so, the White Bear was not prepared to give up.

This war was launched by the White Bear in order to find his daughter, and therefore failure was not an option.

Since he couldn't rely on his subordinates, he would take matters into his own hands.

If he hadn't had the idea of heading to the front lines of the battlefield, the White Bear would definitely not have come to this battlefield today!

"Kid, I'll take care of you."

The vicious scar on the White Bear's right eye twitched at this moment, causing the muscles all over his body to move like a lurking dragon.

Whoosh!

Wang Xiaole stood on top of the fortress wall and saw a burly figure on the ground below, rushing towards him at high speed relying solely on the explosive power of his body without using magic.

As the White Bear encountered the "firewall" along the way, he forcefully smashed it with his right fist, breaking it in two;

Through the gap in the "firewall," the White Bear swayed through the obstacle, leaping up when he reached the vertical position below the city wall.

"Xia, Cai, both of you step back."

Just as Wang Xiaole's voice fell, the White Bear, who had jumped up from below, glided towards him.

Compared to their first encounter, the White Bear was more accustomed to tensing his shoulders and throwing a punch at his opponent as soon as he saw them.

There was no magic attached to his fist, only the pure power of his physical body, making his punch strong and domineering, like a raging elephant charging forward.

In contrast, Wang Xiaole's raised right hand was at most half the size of the White Bear's fist;

Nevertheless, he remained calm and struck back with his right hand clenched into a fist.

Boom!

The impact of fist against fist created a whirlwind at the moment of contact;

The female soldiers standing nearby were mostly blown back several meters at this moment, some even finding it difficult to stand;

Even the powerful Lucia and Cai were not without reaction at this moment;

To resist the burst of wind, they also infused their magical (holy) power into their legs, keeping them in their original positions.

After the first strike had no effect on the White Bear, he maintained the posture of smashing Wang Xiaole with his left fist, then reached behind with his right hand to take down the heavy battle axe on his back.

When the White Bear no longer fought barehanded and began to use a weapon, it meant he was going all out at that moment.

Being given face by his opponent, the young man, made Wang Xiaole quite touched;

So next, he also made an instantaneous horizontal slash with the long sword held in his other hand.

The clash between the axe and the sword created an impact force that caused the ground on the city wall to crack inch by inch;

Under the external force impact, the entire fortress immediately became fragile, as if it might collapse completely at any moment.

When the long-lasting impact finally dissipated, leaving only the final blow before the fortress collapsed, the first round of conflict signaled its end.

Lucia and Caidingjing gazed over to the place where the two clashed, and both figures stood still, showing no intention of backing down.

The Polar Bear was surprised because even in a serious state, he had not gained the upper hand;

Wang Xiaole was even more astonished because despite using only a quarter of his strength, he had not taken a significant lead.