Behind the Demon Legion, Dick sat on a large Nanmu chair with camel hair cushions, and in front of him was a delicate case, with a glass of water on it, and a map, on which the deployment of troops between the three clans of Terran, Demon, and Orc was marked with a pen. It looked like a furnishing in a tent, but there were no tents, and Dick sat in the open air.

The only tent has been destroyed by Achilles.

Dimihera stood behind Dick, the sword of the magic sword hanging from the ground in grief, and the soaring purple flames scorched the ground black. Her eyes shone coldly, and she glanced around vigilantly.

"Send five thousand blood demons to that location, and seven thousand little demons there, understand?" Dick said to a Nesser Wyvern floating in mid-air in front of him.

Fighting with the Demon Clan is quite a hard job, although the low-level Demon Clan understands the language of the Terran, but this is limited to a few simple words, and they can't understand the advanced tactical terms at all. Therefore, Dick could only give them orders in the most plain words. Moreover, they could not communicate in the Terran language, so they could not report the situation to Dick, and the situation on the battlefield had to be observed by Dick himself.

The nether wyvern, glowing green, let out a long groan, then turned and flew toward the battlefield.

Dick let out a long sigh, then turned his head to look at Dimihera, who was scanning around: "Dimi, didn't I say it, that four-winged angel has been killed by me, you don't need to be so careful, the Lord of Light should not send two angels for my little man." ”

Dimihra took two steps, stroked Dick's brown hair with a soft twig, and played with a strand of hair around her fingertips. She frowned slightly and said, "This is not necessarily, in the past, the Lord would not have sent someone to track down a small two-winged angel. It is evident that in the tens of thousands of years that I have been sleeping in the seal, Heaven has undergone many changes, and the Lord's actions have now become unpredictable. It doesn't get much more dangerous than that.

Do you know how worried I am about you when I see that four-winged angel appear? Dimihera gritted her teeth angrily when she mentioned the Beast Emperor.

Dick reached out and took her cold little hand, comforting, "Don't worry, aren't the angel and the orc dead? He rolled his eyes, pointed to the battlefield in the distance, and said: "Di Mi, you have made a great contribution, the orc you killed must be a very authoritative figure in the orc clan even if he is not the beast emperor, as soon as he dies, the orc army will all be in chaos." ”

When Dimihera looked up, she saw that the situation on the battlefield had changed. The soldiers of the orc tribe are no longer as brave and fearless as they were at the beginning, and they are not afraid to die. Their fanged faces also showed incredible horror and confusion at this moment. It's as if you've lost your backbone. What's more, some orc soldiers even dropped their weapons and sat on the ground, screaming and shouting, while shedding muddy tears all over their faces.

On the other hand, the human race and the demon race are as strong as a mountain, and the demon race is naturally fierce and not afraid of death, even if a team of demons is killed and wounded to only one, they dare to launch a suicidal attack on the enemy. They are a nightmare in the heart of any enemy. The Terran army, on the other hand, was in full swing because of the miracle they had just witnessed, and the blood-soaked soldiers were screaming wildly. Like a wolf, he launched wave after wave of attacks.

The armies of the orcs have begun to break and flee under the front and rear of the human race and the demon race, and the deserters are everywhere, they have left behind their heavy armor and blades, and they have left behind their comrades. Leaving behind the honor of the orcs, they desperately fled the battlefield and ran out, just to survive this tragic war.

The high-ranking orcs in charge of the command shouted so loudly that their voices were hoarse. However, the collapse of the army could not be avoided, and at first it was just a one-man rout. Gradually, groups of orcs began to lose their armor. Running outward, it finally evolved into the collapse of the whole army in Zuihou.

The Terran cavalry and the Demon Clan's Nether Wyvern pursued the fleeing orc army, and even though the orcs discarded their heavy blades and armor, they still couldn't outrun the four-legged cavalry and the flying Netheron.

The Terran cavalry had witnessed the miracle, and at this time the fighting spirit was in full swing, how could they let these deserters go? The horse's hooves rattled, and the knights on the horses were brave and unmatched, slashing horizontally and vertically with their sabers, turning the orcs into floating corpses all over the ground.

The Nesser Wyvern forces were not far behind, and black breath erupted from their dragon's mouths, leaving the orc soldiers who had discarded their solid armor unable to resist. If you touch it, you will die, and if you touch it, you will die.

The pursuers of the two tribes passed like a storm of wheat waves, and all the enemies fell to the ground, either dead or wounded. Orc deserters have no hope of escaping if they flee into dense jungles or rancid swamps.

Some orcs simply lay on the ground, smearing a handful of blood on their faces and pretending to be corpses. Although they still can't escape when the battlefield is cleared after the battle, the captives who become Terrans are at best sold as slaves, and at least one life can be saved.

After the battle, the demon army led by Dick and the Imperial Army of Hughes led by Marshal Lupsas finally joined forces, and Marshal Lupsas greatly praised Dick for his young and promising tactical command in front of the three armies, and also gave the first credit to Dimihera, who killed the Beast Emperor.

At the end of the day, the marshal did not forget to half-jokingly say: "Although Prince Dick is young, he is so talented that I have only seen in my life, and only a girl like Miss Dimihera, who is outstanding in both cultivation and appearance, is worthy of him." ”

Dimichra's cheeks flushed with charm, and Dick smiled at Marshal Lupsas.

That night, the demon soldiers were stationed on the outskirts of the camp, and the Terran barracks held a grand celebration banquet, attended by Marshal Lupsas, Dick and Dimichra, mainly Terran high-ranking officers, and some soldiers who had made meritorious contributions in the battle. The two Abyss Demon Kings, Esbania and Thea, were also present.

There were no ornate chandeliers in the tent, but the candles lit in the four corners lit up the whole tent, and there was no food and wine, but there were spirits and flavorful side dishes on the table, and there were no nobles, gentlemen, and celebrities, but there were brave soldiers and soldiers. There is no socializing, but there is persuasion of drinking and heavy drinking.

Dick sat on the first seat, with Marshal Lupsas to his left and Dimhera to his right. In the big tent, there was a long table full of fine wine and dishes, and all the officers and soldiers sat on both sides of the long table, pushing glasses and changing glasses with each other.

After three rounds of drinking, Marshal Lupsas stood up from his seat, his cheeks slightly flushed from the wine: "The soldiers of the Xius Empire, and the two Abyss Demon Kings, the old man is here to toast you!"

All of them raised their glasses in both hands and drank them dry in one gulp.

Marshal Lupsas continued: "This time, my Miro Empire suffered a great disaster from the orc invasion, thanks to your help, the old man is grateful, today I would like to personally promise here, in the future, if you have any requests, as long as there is no matter of principle, I, Lupsas, will definitely do my best to help, in order to repay your help."

In my capacity as the Imperial Marshal, I propose to Mitte Bixia that I, Miro and Theseus, be a state of peace forever, and that my human race and the demon race be a friendly race. ”

"Dick, what is this old fellow babbling?" Dimihera's voice rang through the pact in Dick's heart.

Dick smiled, and he replied in his heart: "You don't understand this, the Miro Empire is now withering, and there are almost no soldiers to fight, in this case, of course, it is necessary to have a good relationship with the Xiusi Empire and the Demon Clan." A nation of harmony and friendship is just a fig leaf, an excuse. ”

"The Terrans are really in trouble!" Dimihera yawned, and then said with a straight face, "Dick, don't get entangled with these weak and pathetic Terrans anymore, and go to hell with me!

Dick groaned, "Give me three days to take care of everything in this plane, and then we'll go." (To be continued......)