There are only 1,000 beastmen on the battlefield. Duke Storm is using their powerful mobility to sweep across the entire southwest defense line and disperse them into teams of 1,000 each, quickly destroying defensive positions one by one.
It wasn't that he was foolish enough to disperse his forces, but rather that a force of 1,000 beastmen was already terrifying enough and sufficient.
But now, the parents, with their 2,000-strong number advantage, have quickly divided the battlefield.
The orc legion is an average A-level team, and the parent-teacher association team is also an average A-level team – a complete and utter crushing victory!
The Qing clan's troops watched as the members of the parent-teacher association moved about with ease, and the heavy shields that the orc legion had dropped on the ground were lifted up by them with remarkable ease.
Everyone looked at them as if they were a group of superheroes!
No one expected that the parent-teacher meeting would undergo such a dramatic transformation in such a short time!
The entire parent-teacher meeting group suddenly rose to a new level, becoming an existence that everyone had to look up to, the elite of the elite!
Xiao Jiu, one of the team members, said over the radio: "Cut off the battlefield!"
The expert parents quickly split into pairs, separating the orcs once again.
Strangely, these parent-teacher association members each carried three or four daggers, but none of them carried modern weapons.
The commander of the 127th Regiment could no longer intervene and could only watch from the sidelines: "As impressive as they are, it is not advisable to completely abandon modern weapons. Even the Shadow Force used to rely mainly on modern weapons."
Xiao Jiu shouted into the communication channel, "Kill!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Jiu drew a dagger from his waist and stabbed it into the beastman's abdomen.
The next moment, with a loud bang, the blade of the dagger exploded inside the beast soldier's belly.
The beastman's tough hide contained all the explosive power within its body, but its internal organs were blasted into pieces; its heart, lungs, liver, and kidneys were all destroyed!
In an instant, the beastman, who was difficult to kill even with a thermobaric bomb, was blown into a pile of flesh!
"Holy crap, that's ruthless..." the commander muttered. "This weapon was specially developed for them to deal with the beast soldiers, right? It's not very useful against humans, but it's incredibly effective against beast soldiers."
The Qing soldiers had previously felt a sense of despair when they looked at the orc legion, because they didn't even know how to deal with these monsters.
But now everyone suddenly realizes that Ginkgo Mountain had already made other preparations.
A soldier wiped the blood from his face: "If that's the case, being cannon fodder doesn't seem so bad... as long as we can win."
One after another, directional explosive daggers were plunged into the bodies of the beast soldiers by members of the parent-teacher association, creating a continuous rumbling sound and leaving behind a pile of beast soldier corpses.
Most importantly, in actual combat, everyone discovered a problem: although these orc soldiers had been completely controlled by the Western Continent using forbidden objects, no one could accurately command every single individual in the 230,000-strong orc legion.
Duke Storm can use them to make overall strategic adjustments, such as turning them into torrents to flood the dikes of the Qing Clan's defenses.
However, in normal battlefield combat, these orc warriors rely more on instinct in their fighting style.
Lacking a war theory and comprehensive skills for coordinated operations, they were easily crushed when faced with an equally powerful parent-teacher association.
Only a small squad of orcs remained huddled together on the battlefield, never managed to separate.
They formed a circle back to back, holding shields to defend against the attacks from the parents' association.
One of the beastmen, under cover, pulled out a signal transmitter about the thickness of an index finger. The 127th Regiment Commander roared, "Watch out, it's requesting air support!"
Xiao Qi had his leg injured by the beast soldiers at some point, and he limped over, running faster and faster!
As he charged through the lines toward the orcish legion's last stronghold, he roared, "Send us in!"
The next moment, a member of the parent-teacher association formed a ladder with his hands, and Xiao Qi, Xiao Jiu, and other elite experts stepped on it and landed precisely in the defensive position formed by the beast soldiers!
The beastmen were so tall that it was impossible to see what was happening inside from the outside. All that could be heard was the brief sound of fighting, and one of the beastmen holding a shield on the outside had his Achilles tendon severed!
The beastmen's position was torn open from the inside by Xiao Qi and Xiao Jiu!
The parents swarmed forward, and the beastmen were utterly routed!
When the last beastman fell, cheers erupted from the 127th Regiment's position.
Qingyu's troops had suffered too many defeats. This time, they were destined to be cannon fodder as they went to war, but it didn't matter, as long as they won.
Xiao Qi stood limping in the crowd, but earnestly said to the soldiers of the 127th Regiment, "Sorry, we need you guys to draw some fire for us. We can only pick on the weak right now; we can't touch those teams led by charlatans."
The parents' association was well aware that the orc legion's overall strength was still much greater than theirs. They only had over 30,000 A-rank, over 70,000 B-rank, and over 140,000 C-rank soldiers, which was far too weak for the orc legion. They had to use guerrilla tactics to gradually weaken the orc legion while the Qing clan's troops were being sacrificed.
Therefore, they need cannon fodder.
The commander of the 127th Regiment said, "Don't be so polite. Let's retreat quickly. The air strikes from the Western Continent are coming soon, and we need to move our positions."
"Retreat! Continue guerrilla warfare!" With a wave of her hand, Xiaoqi led two thousand parent-teacher association members away without a trace.
The team leader suddenly shouted, "I'm begging you, you have to win!"
A soldier from the 127th Regiment exclaimed, "They're all A-grades! I want to join the PTA too!"
The leader cursed and said, "Now I know why the patriarch insisted that they trek across the Hengduan Mountains. Do you want to become an A-rank? The price is too high. And we're all going to die anyway. Maybe in our next life."
"Commander, can you please stop saying discouraging things?"
"Alright! Carry our comrades' bodies and move on!"
On the road, a soldier carrying his fallen comrade asked as he walked, "Commander, they all say that the Orc Legion's A-rank warriors and the Parents' Association's total number are now the same. I'm afraid the Parents' Association still can't beat them..."
The leader cursed, "The old patriarch definitely has a backup plan. When the young patriarch returns, he might wipe them all out in one move."
"I heard the young master is about to become a god? What's it like when a god takes action?"
"We probably won't see it, but I feel like it's the kind of thing that can smash the sun with one punch. Storm Duke, the old monster Jester, they'll all be killed with one punch."
"That's too extravagant..."
"Anyway, it's very strong!"
The soldiers slowly withdrew as the sun set, feeling only the warmth of the sunlight and not the cold of autumn.
When the Western Continent fighters arrived, the battle here was already over, leaving only the corpses of orc soldiers. The orc army's southward march suddenly came to a halt here.
But it was only a brief pause before they adjusted their formation and continued their southward advance.
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On the Storm, Duke Storm sat calmly in the command seat, listening to his subordinates report: "The EM1221 team's beastmen have been completely wiped out. We cannot yet determine what level of ambush they encountered. It must have been an extremely elite team that overwhelmed them with superior numbers. I have already dispatched an elite force to survey the battlefield ruins, and the battle analysis will be transmitted back soon."
Fifteen minutes later, a soldier ran into the command room: "The reconnaissance plane spotted traces of a parent-teacher meeting near the battlefield!"
A wizard dressed in black frowned and said, "Although the Parents' Association is powerful, it is only at an average C-level strength. To wipe out the EM1221 team, they will have to pay a heavy price. Their main force may already be here."
Another Jester said, "From now on, every squad of beastmen must be led by a Jester. Even without the Ancestor's squad, we have to step in to avoid being ambushed by the Parents' Association. If they are outnumbered, they can only resort to guerrilla tactics, and we cannot give them that opportunity. Our God's-eye view is becoming increasingly blurred. We can't see why the war robots lost contact, nor can we see the details of the final battle. It is precisely at times like this that we must be more careful and cautious, and we cannot afford to make any more mistakes."
The Fate Master looked at Duke Storm: "Your Majesty, I request that the Arbiters gather and cast a dark spell. They escaped from the Parents' Association before, but this time they have come to us willingly, and they are within 1200 kilometers. The dark spell will deliver a crushing blow to them."
"I second that. Even if they can escape again, it will prevent them from appearing on the final battlefield!"
Duke Storm nodded slowly: "Granted."
Inside the Storm, one Arbiter after another was summoned to the Dark Magic Room, where slaves carried in boxes of Dark Magic materials from the lower warehouses.
The Arbiters are incapable of fighting on the front lines; their greatest advantage lies in their curses.
During this period, the adjudicators have been neglected and have nothing to do but practice their Chinese in their respective rooms.
The Duke of Storms has ascended the throne, and it seems he has no intention of passing the ducal title to the original ducal family. Instead, he plans to select one of the Arbitrators to support.
All the judges were eager to put on a good show.
They placed the roots of black aconite, the dried flesh and blood of the dead, the eyeballs of goats, the black soil of the Forbidden Forest, the 360 roe of salmon, and the fangs of taipan snakes in the six-pointed star array in front of them.
Each person chanted a spell according to the list, using the birthdays and real names of the parent-teacher association members as keys to open the six-pointed star black magic circle.
Now they can pronounce their Chinese names fluently without making any mistakes.
The next moment, the first adjudicator succeeded; the dark magic materials in front of him turned to ashes and scattered in the air.
The adjudicator exclaimed excitedly, "It's a success! Those parent-teacher association members were indeed within 1200 kilometers!"
Inside the dark magic chamber, one dark spell after another was successfully chanted, and the dark magic materials were consumed at an alarming rate until everyone's mental energy gradually dried up.
Two hours later, one of the elder Arbitrators stood up: "We have a total of 136 Arbitrators and have cursed a total of 16,000 core members of the Parents' Association. We can rest for now. I will go and report the results to His Majesty. We will continue to cast the curses tomorrow after we have recovered our mental strength."
The adjudicators returned to their rooms with beaming smiles, while the elder stroked his beard and walked out of the room with a smug look on his face.
In the corridor, a cleaning robot was cleaning when two soldiers walked towards them.
Just as the elder Arbitrator was about to encounter the two soldiers, one of them slipped on a puddle and fell backward, landing on the ground with a thud. The pistol at his waist suddenly went off.
With a bang, the bullet shot out of the holster and headed straight for the Arbiter Elder's face.
However, when the soldier fell, the Arbitrator Elder had already sensed something was wrong and nimbly dodged away.
The bullet grazed his temple, hit the corridor ceiling, bounced twice more, and then struck somewhere else.
The elder judge immediately sensed something was wrong: although soldiers carried firearms inside the fortress, they were required to turn off the safety on their weapons.
Now, the soldier just happened to fall down, and just happened to forget to turn off the safety on his gun, and the bullet was aimed at him. How can there be so many coincidences?
not good!
There's a problem!
The curse has gone wrong!
Just as the elder arbitrator was about to run to the command room to report the situation, he saw that a nearby airtight pipe had been deformed by a bullet, and a screw was being pushed out by the intense air pressure!
With a loud thud, the sharp screw struck the corridor wall, bounced back, and embedded itself straight into the Arbiter Elder's temple...
What bad luck!
This kind of misfortune is like the ever-present Grim Reaper. You may be able to escape it the first time, but the shadow of death will always appear before you in a more peculiar way, eventually taking your life.
A curse that guarantees death within 24 hours!
A commotion broke out aboard the Storm, and Duke Storm ordered an investigation into the condition of all Arbiters!
Without exception, all the adjudicators died in their own rooms. Some accidentally fell and died, some accidentally ate something that caused their allergies, and suffocated after their respiratory tracts swelled up, some had asthma and couldn't find an inhaler, and some were lying in the bathtub when a piece of light fixture falling from the ceiling severed their carotid artery...
The ways of dying are varied and bizarre, but the only thing they have in common is that no one survives.
Duke Storm stood in the command room with a grim expression: "It's a backlash from dark magic. They were attacked after chanting the curse of life and death."
A fortune teller frowned: "Why is there a backlash? Is it because the parents have taboos we don't know about?"
“No,” Duke Storm shook his head, “it’s that their cultivation level is all higher than or equal to that of the Arbiter!”
No one expected that in such a short time since the parent-teacher conference, the other party's strength level had risen to another level.