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Fisher nodded again.

"But you don't look like an Aslan to me,"

Ye Xiao continued, "Why did you decide to work in Aslan?"

The maid paused for a moment, then frowned slightly, as if she was struggling with something.

"If it's inconvenient to say, then forget it. I was just asking casually. After all, seeing you travel all the way across the ocean to find that prince, I was just a little curious."

Ye Xiao waved his hand.

Fisher shook her head again, hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke, her voice soft and faint, "I was encountered by His Highness Verrian during his travels. His Highness often sails far and wide, and he saw me with slave traders in a small island nation and bought me."

"Uh, sorry, I didn't know you had this kind of history."

Ye Xiao scratched his head.

"It's fine."

Fisher replied calmly.

"Is Prince Verrian the same as Prince Aslan?"

Ye Xiao pondered the name, "You must respect him a lot."

Fisher paused again before replying, "I don't know."

Ye Xiaoxuan was somewhat taken aback.

"I don't quite understand what 'respect' means."

Fisher stared at the pyroxene rod in the arena. “His Highness took me in and gave me meaning in life, so I obeyed His Highness and the royal family’s orders. I don’t know if this is what ‘respect’ means.”

"That shouldn't count, right?"

Ye Xiao stroked her chin. "Respect should be a heartfelt emotion? ... What you're saying sounds more like an exchange of benefits."

"Is that so?"

Fisher nodded. "Then I do not respect His Highness Verrian."

"Well, that's not entirely true."

Ye Xiao quickly corrected her, not wanting to lead the girl astray. If she went back and said the same thing, she might be in serious trouble, which was not what Ye Xiao wanted to see. "If anyone else asks you the same question in the future, just say 'respect'."

"why?"

Fisher looked puzzled.

"Never mind, just say it like that."

Ye Xiao quickly changed the subject, "So, you've come to see Prince Wei Ruian alone?"

"No, I just got here first."

"Ok?"

Ye Xiao raised an eyebrow. "Do you have any other companions?"

Fisher remained silent, and Ye Xiao immediately realized that the topic might be a bit sensitive.

However, Fisher's identity was clearly far more than just that of a maid. The Aslan royal family must have secretly dispatched a rescue team, but it was unclear why this maid was acting alone.

Ye Xiao pondered for a moment, wondering if there was something more to it.

At this point, he was unaware that Miss Fisher was acting alone simply because she had gotten lost in Freeport.

After chatting for a while, it got a little late.

Ye Xiao's body didn't have Ella's superhuman physique, which allowed him to stay up all night. So he lay down on his side with Greta in his arms, said goodnight, and closed his eyes.

However, this tranquility did not last long. Soon after, a deafening roar shattered the silence of the night, rolling in from afar. Ye Xiao suddenly opened his eyes. Although he did not immediately get up and leave the hidden cave, with the help of the eyes of the raven patrolling in the air, he had clearly captured the changes that had occurred several miles away.

—The Holy Army camp a few miles away was attacked, and several mountain-sized tentacles were rising into the sky and waving among the hills.

Those crazed Dark Templars actually took advantage of the darkness to launch an attack.

Chapter Thirty-Four: The Might of the Allied Forces

Are these heretics insane?

Not only Ye Xiao, who observed the tentacles dancing wildly on the ground through the crow familiar, thought this way, but at this moment, Theresa, who simply dressed and came out of the army camp, also had an incredulous expression.

The nighttime raid was far more impressive than the daytime ambush.

Three tentacles burst from the ground and slapped at the people in the camp. In the jungle, countless figures wielding scimitars took advantage of the chaos to rush towards the edge of the camp.

Those at the forefront were strapped with a thick amount of alchemical explosives. Like moths drawn to a flame, they crashed into the holy light barrier rising from the ground and exploded, turning into fireworks made of flesh and blood that tore through the barrier that the outer Holy Temple army had set up in advance.

Then, countless frenzied attackers surged into the breach in the barrier like a school of fish, tearing through the sentry posts and defenses and rushing into the camp.

The attack was so swift that many of the Freeport army's dwarves on the outer perimeter, who had just heard the commotion and emerged from their tents in a panic, were pierced through by oncoming iron spears.

The sharp alarm horns blared throughout the mountains and forests. This first wave of sudden impact, coupled with the enormous tentacles hidden in the ground, caused considerable losses to the army that had just assembled that day.

But that's about it.

The dwarven army of Freeport has been dealing with orcs from the southern continent and occasionally rampant pirates for many years. The army's discipline is actually not bad, and the dwarven race is naturally brave and good at fighting.

After being caught off guard in the first wave, the group of honest-looking warriors with long beards immediately put on their armor and gradually formed ranks behind the chaotic camp, beginning to organize a counterattack.

Theresa had not expected the Dark Shepherds to launch a nighttime surprise attack at this time, but out of habit, she arranged the camp's formation to face the entrance of the Shattered Stone Mountains, spreading out in layers like waves along the mountain's contours, leaving enough depth.

The Holy Church served as the central command post in the camp, while the Freeport troops were divided into two groups and stationed on the two flanks.

Such a dispersed deployment will require more organizational skills from the commander when assembling and mobilizing the entire army the next day, but the advantage is that it provides sufficient room for response and counterattack in the face of a sudden attack.

In other words, the Dark Shepherds' seemingly fierce attack at night had hit a brick wall.

Aside from the giant tentacles that were wreaking havoc in the camp, the attackers on the periphery were quickly intercepted by the well-organized dwarven army.

Those pirates, whose armor was tattered and torn, were no match for the dwarves' steel-forged swords; they were torn to shreds like paper in a single exchange.

Later still, these crazed pirates never even had the chance to engage in close combat again.

The dwarves lined up rows of muskets, unleashing a deluge of lead bullets like raindrops. Even the most fearless madman, reduced to a mangled mess by the roar of these firearms, would find nothing to fear.

The three tentacles, though seemingly enormous and terrifying, were no match for Theresa, who had already encountered them once before.

The mages, composed of holy arcane mages, launched a collective chant, and countless golden chains rose from the ground, wrapping around the enormous tentacles like spider webs.

Then, a solemn-looking knight stepped out from the battlefield. He was none other than Teresa's right-hand man, the knight commander Reinaldo.

He held the sword upright in front of his chest with one hand, and quietly chanted a prayer of light.

Then, a dazzling golden light tore through the night, and with a single sword strike, the mountain-like tentacles were effortlessly severed at the waist.

Despite the blessing from the Holy Arcane Masters behind him, the power of this sword strike had clearly reached the level of a Grandmaster.

Even Ye Xiao, who was watching this scene from afar with the help of the crows, couldn't help but sigh inwardly. The Holy City family's foundation was indeed strong. Such a young Grandmaster, in a few more years, he would probably be a true Sword Saint.

It truly lives up to the reputation of the Holy City family; they have many treasures and talented individuals.

We have to pry it open, and we have to pry this one open too.

The crow stared at the knight commander on the ground with a greedy look in its eyes.

The undisguised gaze sent a chill down Reinaldo's spine as he sheathed his sword. He instinctively looked up, only to find himself surrounded by darkness.

"Sir Knight, are there still enemies there?"

The Templar beside Reinaldo noticed his cautious expression and immediately asked.

"It's hard to say... Go tell Lady Theresa to be extra careful, there are evil spirits lurking in the shadows."

Ye Xiao, oblivious to being branded as an evil spirit, leisurely controlled the crows to flutter and fly to other parts of the battlefield to observe.

The remaining two enormous tentacles no longer required the Holy Temple's intervention. Several small carts were pushed out of the dwarf camp, each carrying a cannon barrel bound together by hinges. From a distance, they looked like several gleaming honeycomb briquettes.

Of course, compared to "honeycomb briquettes," this thing has a more familiar name to players on Earth.

"Yo... Gatling gun?"

Ye Xiao murmured.

The next second, the cluster cannons on the dozen or so vehicles roared and spewed out flames that pierced the night, and a series of shells with trailing flames shot out from the ground like a meteor shower.

It was as if a grand fireworks display had been set off in the sky. The two towering tentacles, which were bound by the chains of holy light, were instantly shattered under the brilliant light of the fire.

Dark chunks of meat burst open and fell from the sky, creating a heavy rain that smelled of burning flesh in the mountains and forests.

"Wow, dwarf technology, truly awe-inspiring."

Ye Xiao sighed inwardly.

He had seen this Gatling gun in his previous life. The dwarves had given it the real name "Rapid Fire Cannon." Back then, their rebel army used this thing to bombard the giant tentacles summoned by Ella.

It's safe to say that this thing's special attack effect against giant tentacles seems to have existed for quite some time.

However, since it was only a resource of a neutral dwarven city-state, and the purpose was to suppress heretics in the mountains rather than to wage a siege, many of the dwarves' strange and unusual war machines were not displayed much in this battle.

Ye Xiao vaguely remembered the dwarves' fire dragon spearmen wielding flamethrowers and steam helicopters that could drop alchemical explosives; a single wave of them would leave no trace of the fragile corrupted ones.

At that time, the three major human empires had been basically wiped out by the Aera, but the dwarven glacier fortress and the molten city were still standing, becoming one of the key strongholds that the rebel army would retreat to when they couldn't win, so they must have been really difficult to defeat.

……

The sudden battle did not last long, and those seemingly overconfident attackers were all wiped out.

Theresa, draped in a cloak, strolled with Reinaldo through the battlefield's outskirts littered with corpses, her expression tinged with anger at being provoked.

"Hmph, a bunch of stinking rats who didn't stay hidden in the ravines have come out to die."

The one speaking was Stoneheart Ironheart, the commander of the dwarven army, who had been sent by Torred to assist Theresa.

This general, compared to Lord Torred, who had already been somewhat influenced by human social skills, possessed a more dwarven and valiant style. A huge scar adorned his resolute face, and his rough voice boomed like thunder through the forest.

Even when facing Theresa, who held a high position in the church, Stonehett remained completely unconcerned with formalities.

However, Theresa didn't mind this at all. To her, the best general was one who was good at fighting, and those complicated etiquettes didn't need to be displayed on the battlefield.

But Reinaldo seemed to mind, and intentionally stood between Theresa and Stonehett to prevent the smell of alcohol emanating from the dwarf's large mouth from wafting onto Theresa.

Chapter Thirty-Five: Deep into the Valley

Although it was a surprise attack, it was undoubtedly the Allied forces' first victory.

Theresa had Stonehurst direct the dwarf soldiers to clear the battlefield, and they soon discovered that the attackers included not only pirates but also many poorly dressed orc villagers.

"Why are these guys involved with heretics?"

Stonehurst looked puzzled after seeing the mangled corpse of the orc villager.

"The Dark Shepherd, by using the power of the evil god, can corrupt the minds of ordinary beings."

Reinaldo said in a low voice.

"Ha, that's disgusting."

Stonehutter offered his assessment.

The villagers, armed with pitchforks and axes, died with the fanatical devotion of their conversion to the cult still etched on their faces, a sight that was somewhat unsettling.

The orcs among them should actually be divided into two categories more accurately. One category is the "beastmen" who have different characteristics of wild animals, such as cat-men, wolf-men, bear-men, rat-men, etc. Although these orcs are collectively called "orcs", strictly speaking, they are not actually the same race. Instead, they evolved from different ancestors and follow different beliefs about the gods that belong to their own race.

As they merged and inherited with human bloodlines, some races had stronger animalistic characteristics than others. Some particularly weaker races were called "demi-humans"—for example, cat-demi-humans who only had cat ears and tails left, and whose rest were human characteristics. Strictly speaking, this type already belonged to the category of humans.

To understand why so many different races, including beastmen and demi-humans, exist, we have to ask those amazing humans from the Old Gods who dared to do anything... or it's not entirely the fault of certain ancestors; the gods also played a part.

In addition to the above type, there is another type of beastman among the current beastmen, with green skin and ugly appearance. They are actually not related to the "beastmen" mentioned above at all. They can be traced back to a more ancient era. They are not even native to this world, but a byproduct brought into the present world by an outer god from the Old Gods Era.

Anthropologists can no longer ascertain the exact name of that Outer God. The Greenskins, however, refer to it as the "Beast God" and frequently offer sacrifices and rituals to it, even though the Outer God has long since vanished.

These foreign green-skinned creatures, lacking the blessings of the gods of this world and unloved by their parents, possessed extraordinary fighting prowess. Capable of both reproduction and combat, they spread like cancer cells across the southern continent, waging war everywhere and causing the complete extinction of many original beastmen or demi-human races.

Many demi-human races fared relatively well, with many being accepted by human empires that migrated to the Americas. However, the beastmen fared much worse.

This is why, in the diplomatic language of the human empire today, "orcs" generally refers directly to "greenskins." This is because the orc race is extremely rare, and they are mostly divided into different small factions, lacking even a unified empire of their own.

Therefore, although humans who are too lazy to distinguish the differences between them often refer to them collectively as "beastmen", there are actually deep-seated hatreds between many beastman races and greenskin races.

However, the werewolves that Ella encountered in the Kingdom of Valen at this time did not belong to the werewolf-beastmen of the "beast race," but that's another story, so let's leave it at that.

Back on the battlefield in the western part of Freeport Island. In this situation, Stonehutter and Reinaldo cleared the battlefield and discovered that the force that had raided the Sanctuary in the middle of the night included both Beastmen and Greenskins. It was clear how powerful the Dark Shepherds' brainwashing methods were, managing to unite these races with completely contradictory beliefs and ideologies.