361: Chapter 30, Follow-up_1 361: Chapter 30, Follow-up_1 The machinery of the nation sprang into action, the effect of propaganda immediate.
Especially when it involved the second generation of elites whose own descendants had a chance to make their mark, the nobles and royal dignitaries could hardly refuse to lend a hand.
The transcribed Memory Stones rapidly spread throughout Dapes City.
Countless people were celebrating the victory, and the joy of triumph in battle dispersed the oppressive atmosphere hanging in the air.
Given that the battleground was in Moonfall Bay, an unexpected skirmish escalated into a celebrated “Victory of Moonfall Bay.”
To bolster morale, the official Moxi Duchy even publicly declared it to be the turning point in the war between the Human Race and the Orcs.
Described as a “Turning Point War,” Hudson’s battle report seemed somewhat trivialized.
Pictorial evidence was needed, while the number of beheadings didn’t significantly increase, the reported number of Orcs encountered quickly inflated to a hundred thousand.
Defeating a hundred thousand Orc Army and beheading over ten thousand, cast the “grand victory” in a different light.
Every battle that defeats an army of a hundred thousand is destined to be recorded in the annals of history.
The Moxi Duchy needed this victory, the families of the second generation needed this victory, and Prince Caesar likewise needed this victory.
To blow the situation out of proportion is much-coveted.
With everyone’s collaborative efforts, a typical ambush soon became extolled as an “epic victory.”
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Hudson, unaware of his newfound fame, was currently perturbed by the constant rain outside.
Since the day the war began, heavy rain had fallen for three consecutive days.
Even during the occasional clearing, the muddy roads were not suitable for the advance of the army.
Watching his soldiers braving the rain to dig pits for body disposal, Hudson couldn’t help feeling helpless.
What usually could be handled with a little fire now required laborious burying.
Bodies soaked by the rain decomposed at an unusually fast rate.
To avoid an outbreak of plague, they had to resort to the most primitive method.
Originally he wanted Uncle Bear to help dig the pits; but, his guilt-ridden gaze was too much to bear and Hudson relented.
The reason this battle was won so easily was mainly due to the unequal information between both sides.
If the Orcs had known about the presence of the Earth Bear in advance, they would not have foolishly sent troops in parts, making the battle still worthwhile.
The longer they could keep this a secret, the more lives they could take.
Given the relationship amongst the Five Major Royal Families of the Orcs, they would keep it a secret when such a thing happens.
Perhaps among the fleeing Orcs, some sensed something was wrong, but the probability they could directly correlate it to the Earth Bear is still low.
Unless there was a Human traitor, the presence of Uncle Bear would not spread among the Orcs for a short period.
Considering the Hawkman Scouts appearing overhead from time to time, Hudson thought it would be better for Uncle Bear to show up less.
While working in the rain was exhausting, it came with its benefits.
These past few days, Master Hudson had plenty to eat.
The Orc bodies needed to be handled, but it didn’t affect everyone from eating the bodies of the War Beasts.
To preserve this windfall of meat, the camp was filled with smoke for several days.
Unprofessional smoking techniques resulted in the camp being filled with all kinds of smells, forcing Hudson to resort to magic to keep the odors out of his tent.
These were minor issues.
For soldiers from the lower rungs of society, as long as they could eat meat, the slight smell was nothing.
Due to continuous heavy rain, the marching date had been delayed, leaving only one day until the final deadline.
Hudson, however, was not at all worried.
If it hadn’t been for this encounter, no matter whether it was raining or not, he would have had to rush to the frontline.
Army orders were absolute; even in a cross-country battle, basic game rules should be followed.
Now, it’s different, the mere phrase “cleaning the battlefield” was enough.
The long time spent handling bodies inadvertently testified to the brilliance of this battle’s outcome.
Looking at the scene of soldiers busily dealing with the bodies, Hudson had not forgotten to have it filmed by Memory Stones.
These were excellent propaganda materials and could prove that he was a responsible noble.
If they didn’t properly handle these bodies and caused a plague, the consequences would be grave.
For the vulnerable Moxi Duchy, it could not afford any instability at this time, let alone a devastating plague.
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In a camp adorned with flags adorned with wolf heads, an old man knelt, his body trembling as he awaited the final verdict of his destiny.
“Claudine, you have followed me for many years and have indeed made remarkable contributions to the royal court.
But after so many years, you have been able to complete tasks cautiously.
Why did you make such a mistake in your old age?”
Having heard the words of the Silver Moon Wolf King, Claudine’s trembling intensified.
The Orcs do not believe in tears.
All losers must pay for their own failures.
This time he led a large army into the hinterland of the Moxi Duchy.
Not only was he unable to complete the task the Silver Moon Wolf King entrusted to him, but he also ended with the total annihilation of his forces.
Having committed such a great sin, it was impossible without a plausible explanation.
“Your Majesty, the complete failure this time was an accident.
Nobody expected that the Alpha Kingdom would send its most elite troops here.
All those damn Hawkmen failed to send the information in time, resulting in our unexpected encounter with the enemy.
Although our warriors were brave, we were unable to hold our ground in the face of the enemy’s absolute strength.