436: Chapter 59, Battle of the Imperial Court_3 436: Chapter 59, Battle of the Imperial Court_3 To prevent the proliferation of noble titles, conferring fiefdoms and inheriting titles ended with each generation.
What was left for the descendants was a dazzling piece of history to be proud of, followed by sighs of the relentless passage of time.
“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…”
The whistling of arrows echoed Hudson’s fury.
“Ah!”
A dreadful scream came from the Orcs.
Four incoming arrows were intercepted, but one found its mark.
Without having the time to confirm his hit, Hudson, who had revealed his position, quickly retreated and hid himself within his troops.
“Jim, have our men use the Memory Stone to record this in detail.
Especially the higher-ups of the Bearman Imperial Court, they must all be captured in the pictures.”
Hudson instructed his subordinate.
No matter how you look at it, he thought, the glory of attacking the Bearman Imperial Court should not be wasted.
The recorded battle scenes might be glorified and turned into a narrative of conquering the Bearman Imperial Court to meet political needs when the kingdom propagates it.
This exaggeration of military merits had already gone through two iterations, so Hudson was quite familiar with it.
The only regret was that without Crown Prince Caesar at the forefront, it could not definitely be called “the Conquest of the Bearman Imperial Court”.
The blood-thirsty Orcs fearlessly hindered the advancement of the cavalry, their fighting power clearly increasing significantly.
Upon witnessing this, Hudson immediately thought of the legendary “Song of the Orc Shaman”.
Although this secret technique had its limitations, what he lacked now was time.
If they were delayed here much longer, it wouldn’t be the Expeditionary Army attacking the Bearman Imperial Court, but rather the Orcs annihilating the Expeditionary Army.
Catching sight of the waving Bearman War Flag, Hudson’s eyes lit up.
He had come out this far, and he should at least bring some souvenirs back.
The exotic and distinctive Bearman War Flag was undoubtedly a good choice.
Although doing so may attract more hatred, they had already become sworn enemies, harboring hatred as deep as the sea.
“Belsden, stop lingering in the battle.
When the opportunity arises, take the Orc’s Imperial Court War Flag, it’ll enrage these Bearmen.”
Hudson communicated with enhanced vitality mimicking a young bear’s vigor.
Fortunately, the contract was mysterious enough to allow mental communication between humans and magical beasts.
Otherwise, if he shouted out loud, attracting the attention of the Orc strongman, they would lose the opportunity.
The sound of the flag pole breaking in half rang out, and Belsden, pulling down the waving Bearman War Flag, was already darting away.
Seeing this, Hudson promptly gave the order, “Retreat!”
The greatest advantage of the cavalry was their swift mobility.
Even if the Orcs behind them wanted to give chase, they could only eat dust.
A few Orc strongmen could indeed match the speed of the cavalry.
Yet, a handful of people facing off an entire army wasn’t a wise choice.
In this regard, neither the Human Race nor the Orcs could compare to the Magical Beasts.
Thick-skinned Magical Beasts could trot around within the army without issue.
But for the intelligent races such as the Human Race and Orcs, this was not possible.
No matter how strong they are individually, they couldn’t match the defensive capabilities of a comparable magical beast, even if they are warriors specialized in body refining.
“Cease pursuit!”
The Bearman Emperor ordered coldly.
The engulfing rage did not cloud his judgment.
Chasing now, apart from wasting energy, would serve no greater purpose.
Time will tell.
Deep down, the Bearman Emperor had made up his mind.
Once his own army assembled, he would definitely uproot the thorn at the Flying Bear Fort to assuage his hatred.
Not long after Hudson’s army retreated, the relentless Bearman Legion, hurriedly marching along the way, finally made their appearance outside the camp.
Staring at the scattering corpses within the Imperial Court Big Camp, the missing Imperial Court War Flag, Bruno’s face turned ashen.
Fortunately, the movement of the Orcs within the camp drew him out from his despair.
As long as the Imperial Court was maintained, there was room for manoeuvre.
Bruce braced himself to enter the camp, and as he approached the Bearman Emperor’s tent, his pace slowed.
Although he had embarked on this mission to save his master, he was, after all, unable to participate in the defense of the Imperial Court.
His army suffered heavy losses, which was a bitter reality.
He wouldn’t say he regretted it.
If given the chance to do it all over again, he would make the same decision.
This was a principle.
No superior being would want their subordinates to gamble with their lives.
No matter how accurate their judgements, loyalty trumps all, even ability.
With determination, he entered the Bearman Emperor’s tent.
Almost immediately, a roar echoed through the great camp.