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After receiving the order from Luis, the aura of bloodlust began to spread in the army.

The knights galloped directly into the orc camp, gaining the momentum that a cavalry should have.

The knight began to surge forward, starting with a slow jog, then gradually accelerating, until finally breaking into a full galloping charge after a suitable distance. The rumbling of hoops echoed along the rocky path, and soon the ground itself began to shake.

The orcs also noticed the galloping cavalry and rushed towards them on their wolves, but it was too late; there was no proper preparation from the orcs.

It was too late. The orcs had no time to accelerate and build momentum; they could only watch the forward of the human knights arriving and crashing into them with full acceleration.

The murderous human cavalry raised their swords, the blade shining brightly on the morning sunlight.

The human cavalry raised their swords high, their blades gleaming in the morning sunlight.

In an instant, they crashed into the orcs. Blood sprayed into the sky, heads and limbs flew in every direction, and the orc frontlines crumbled under the onslaught.

It was a brutal massacre of the unprepared orcs who were not prepared to be attacked. However, the eyes of the surviving orcs glowed red with pure rage as their compatriots were killed.

At the center of the battlefield, tribe leader Uran was locked in combat with Luis and Arthur. His fury burned in his crimson eyes, and his strength seemed to grow with every strike.

But moments later, he was surrounded by dozens of swords, not talking about a fair fuel. This is a life-and-death battlefield, and there is no room for chivalry to survive here.

No matter how powerful Uran is, he can't stand the siege of an army. What's more, there are many strong knights in the Luis army.

After creating a record of injuring five knights, the tribe leader Uran was eventually cut off by the sword of Arthur.

With the death of Tribe Leader Uran, the morale of the orcs crumbled. The fiery glow in their eyes dimmed, and their will to fight lowered. The orcs became confused seeing the sight around them.

Luis and the knights seized this opportunity and pushed forward, leaving corpses all over the ground and blood flowing everywhere.

This was a total massacre. Among the Orcs, no one survived.

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By sunset, the battlefield was silent.

The killing that lasted for a whole day finally subsided at this moment. Every single orc was killed, leaving no one alive.

Currently, the knights were collecting the heads of high-level orcs. If this is submitted to the War Council, battlefield merit can be gained.

The bodies of normal orcs were burned by the flaming oil.

"Boss, no casualties on our side," Arthur laughed while panting. "Hahaha, I killed the strongest 2nd stage Orc warrior as an apprentice knight. I can show off to my father now."

He laid down on the ground and laughed proudly. His laughter was contagious. The other knights joined in, some leaning on their swords, others sitting on the ground, all of them victorious.

Some knights emerged from the battle unscathed, while others bore dents and scratches on their black iron armor. A few were lightly wounded, and some were seriously injured, showing the brutal toll of the massacre. Yet, despite their varying conditions, they stood victorious, the aftermath of the battle reflected in their wear and wounds.

"Everyone who is injured, go back to Sirius Headquarters." Luis began giving orders after opening the vortex.

The slightly injured knights walked on their own, and more injured knights were carried by other knights to be treated by the pharmacist.

Although there were no casualties, the cornered orcs were very desperate. Their eyes glowed crimson with rage, a terrifying sight as they battled to the death.

This blood-red glow was a manifestation of the orcs' bloodline talent, a primal state triggered in the heat of battle. When pushed to their limits, orcs enter this berserk state, unlocking a surge of strength and fury fueled by generations of warrior instinct. It made them fearsome opponents, fighting without regard for their own lives.

Luis and other uninjured knights watched the burning Orcs. If there was a wizard in their group, there would be no need to burn the corpses every time for fear of the undead.

"Liam, report"

"Young Master, there are 60 slightly injured and 14 seriously injured. These serious were caused by the orcs above the 1st stage to apprentice knights." Liam reported the situation.

"This is already good; our knights are really elite now."

"It's all due to the dual cultivation of knight breathing and martial arts. The first-stage official knights can even hold their own grounds against the second-stage orc warriors," Liam replied proudly with a smile.

"Even those orcs who have bloodline talent couldn't defeat our knights."

Luis and the surrounding knights smiled happily hearing the report from Liam. They really are elite among elites now for a newly created army.

Half an hour later, all the corpses of orcs are burned.

Luis and the knights began to make their way towards the Orc Battlefield frontline. The heads of the higher-level orcs were sent to Sirius Headquarters for storage.

This time, the knights traveled at a normal pace, knowing it would take at least two days to reach their destination. It was already past midnight, and most of them were exhausted from the day's battle. So, they decided to rest in another world, using Luis' vortex to retreat to safety.

The next day, they again began their journey. Along the way back from the Gandu region, they saw the city of Pioneer Knight again; the whole city was clean with no sign of dead humans. In just 4 days, the whole city was looted clean.

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They rounded around the city one last time before heading towards the frontline. Going there is necessary as the information reaches there the fastest.