Chapter 162 (1/2)

Luca's first reaction when he heard the news was impossible, but the expression on the face of the hurried Elf Warrior didn't seem to be lying.

”It's true, not just me, everyone saw it!” probably noticed Luca's expression. The young elf quickly explained and pointed his right hand outside the camp: ”if you don't believe it, go and see for yourself - those ogres are really retreating!”

”No, it's like running away. I've never seen such a scene!”

The Elves were so excited that it was not difficult to understand that they had been here for nearly a month. Countless robes died miserably under the big tree wall, almost numb and endless fighting. Finally, they saw the dawn of victory. How could they have no emotion at all?

”Although I don't know what happened, but... This should be good news?” the little wizard on one side saw the excited appearance of the elves and the cheers from afar. He also looked at Luca with little expectation: ”after all, they retreated, there would be no more casualties.”

”It's hard to say.”

The dignified Luca shook his head. There was no joy on his face, and he was even more nervous than at the beginning. If the ogre was repulsed or gradually collapsed, he can be a little relieved now, but now the enemy is scattered for no reason, so he has to make the war dancer leader suspicious.

What really worried him was not the ogre's retreat, but the mood of the elf soldiers who stood on the front - after so many days of fighting, seeing the monster retreat suddenly, it was difficult to ensure that they would not get hot headed and do anything impulsive!

The Elven warriors of the whole eastern forest have gathered here, and suffered heavy casualties in the continuous fighting. Once surrounded by ogres like last time, how much power can be left to defend the big wall?!

”Who is in command now?”

Without waiting for the other party to answer, Luca continued in an indisputable tone: ”no matter who it is, leave three teams of war dancers to continue to defend on the big wall, and all the remaining elf soldiers retreat to the back line for rest. No one is allowed to cross the big wall before I order!”

”Why?!”

”Why not!” Luka, who had always been kind, roared and pushed the elf back: ”this is my order, so it must be carried out. Let all the soldiers withdraw and rest immediately!”

The young elf frightened by Luca's sudden rage retreated half a step, and then turned and left the camp, but he honestly executed the order, which relieved the war dancer leader.

Although the reason is not clear, at least the retreat of the enemy has bought them some rest time, and it is more or less lucky - Luca, who is deeply in thought, always has a premonition that the collapse of these monsters is definitely related to Lord Loren Turin.

Although it's just a hunch, if it's really what the human wizard said, this moment is the end of the invasion!

On one side, Ayn Rand inadvertently glanced at Luca beside him. He was so serious that his whole shoulder trembled.

The heart of the war dancer leader was far less calm than he showed.

The earth is shaking, countless ogres are running aimlessly in the eternal night forest settlement, and the huge momentum resounds through the whole valley. Countless monsters who fell to the ground were trampled into meat mud by their compatriots before they could stand up.

The only difference is that this time the ogres are not attacking, but retreating... Countless monsters are desperate to escape, climbing up from the mountain pass and even the cliffs on both sides, desperately trying to leave the yongyelin valley.

Even their cries seemed to reveal the rout of the bereaved dog. The sad howls were continuous, completely free of the Madness at the beginning of the attack.

What the hell is going on?

Conscious, some trance war dancers stayed in place, gasped or covered their wounds, and looked at the ogre collapsing like a ebb tide. This was a scene they had never seen in their memory.

Even after defeating the ogre's attack in the past, these monsters have never had the concept of ”retreat”, and they can't even run for their lives as if they were scattered.

Do you mean... We won?

The elves who looked at each other looked at each other - there were less than 20 panting expedition soldiers who could still stand beside them in the empty Yongye forest settlement.