Chapter Ninety-Six: Don't Make a Move

The sounds of battle echoed from the city walls, while inside the city, in the camp of the Da Yuan army, Qin Mo was painting.

Allen stood behind Qin Mo, his face twitching, his eyes shifting rapidly, and his palms repeatedly gathering light only to helplessly dissipate it each time.

"You started learning to paint with your teacher when you were three, and you could paint independently when you were five. What are you painting now?" The great elf finally couldn't hold back his anger and reprimanded him sternly.

“Alan, you know that was when I was five years old. I stopped painting after my mother passed away, and I had forgotten about it for so many years…”

Qin Mo turned around and used an innocent look to defuse Allen's anger.

As the fighting on the city walls intensified, Qin Mo began to grow increasingly agitated. Allen and Wu Shengze knew that he was worried about the future of the army; anyone experiencing such a major battle for the first time would have this anxious reaction.

Allen came up with a plan: to have Qin Mo paint in the camp to relieve her tension and relax her nerves.

Qin Mo wholeheartedly agreed. Those peerless generals would find someone to play chess with during battles, or read books alone. This kind of mental suggestion and conditioning method is common in TV series.

This body still retained a little bit of painting memory. Qin Mo felt that she had painted very well, but unfortunately, Allen's words brought her back to her senses, and she quickly pretended to be stupid.

"Your Highness, judging from your brushstrokes, you have ideas in your mind, but you just can't express them. Let's practice more in the future. We elves all love art..."

Before Allen could finish his long speech, Wu Shengze rushed in from outside and said, "Young Master, Commander Long has sent someone to ask for oil. The situation is urgent. I think we should make preparations as soon as possible."

“Uncle Wu… In times of great importance, one must remain calm. The enemy hasn’t even lost their composure yet, so how can we lose ours? Let me finish this painting, and then we’ll go to the city wall together to take a look.”

Wu Shengze was speechless. He glanced at the silent Allen and could only stand behind Qin Mo. Soon after, his facial features also began to twitch.

"Young Master, someone from the General's Mansion has arrived." Guard Liu Renguang rushed in and loudly announced.

Qin Mo smeared a large ink stain on the painting, and exchanged a glance with Wu Shengze and Allen, both secretly thinking that something was wrong.

"The General commands that Prince Heng's heir, Qin Mo, be ordered to lead his troops to reinforce the Wuning Army and assist in the defense of the southern city wall." The messenger from the General's Mansion read out a formal military order and handed it to Qin Mo.

"Did the General send out any reinforcements?" Qin Mo looked at the military order, which bore the seal of the General's Mansion, but did not specify the number of reinforcements.

"Your Highness, the General only instructed you to assist in the defense of the south city wall. As for how to defend it, Your Highness should go and see for yourself..."

The messenger's expression was strange, which made Qin Mo's heart skip a beat.

He quickly leaped onto the highest hoisting bucket in the camp, looked south, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Why am I so unlucky?"

Outside the southern city wall, a dense array of climbing ladders filled a large section of the wall in the middle, while a large number of catapults behind them were also concentrated on attacking this section of the wall, which was less than three miles long. Clearly, the main direction of the orcish alliance's attack was the Wu Ning military headquarters.

Qin Mo had excellent eyesight and saw that large numbers of enemy troops had appeared on several sections of the city wall, putting the Wu Ning army in an extremely dangerous situation. Once the orcs gained a foothold on the city wall, a continuous stream of reinforcements would pour in, and it would only be a matter of time before the city fell.

"Uncle Wu, you and Uncle Xu take some men to guard the camp. Allen and I will lead men to provide reinforcements. This time, the orcs are using Wu Ning's army as a breakthrough point." Qin Mo gave the orders while having Kaihime put on her armor.

"Your Highness, why are we still guarding the camp at this time? Your uncle is not old yet; killing a few commanders will be a piece of cake." Wu Shengze was also anxious. The siege had only lasted a few days, so how could the battle situation have suddenly deteriorated?

"Uncle Wu, you can't leave the camp. Our supplies need to be guarded, and our cavalry needs to be commanded." Qin Mo's words made Wu Shengze immediately understand. The Da Yuan army had the most abundant supplies, and since the siege, many people had been gossiping and plotting, but they hadn't succeeded because of the Da Yuan army's strength. Now that the situation was urgent, it was natural to leave Wu Shengze behind to maintain order and prevent any accidents.

As for the general's cavalry, in this situation they had only one purpose... to break out of the encirclement. This was a contingency plan for the worst-case scenario.

Qin Mo and Allen, along with their personal guards and attendants, were the first to arrive at the south of the city. Shouts of battle filled the entire south of the city, and orcs and soldiers of the Great Xia army were constantly being killed and falling into the city. Both sides had gone mad, and lives were being poured in as they fought for every section of the city wall.

"Allen, you lead our brothers and sisters to support them from below the city. Stay behind and provide cover for me. Don't take action unless absolutely necessary." Qin Mo saw that Long Ba, the commander of the Wu Ning army, was surrounded by two orc warlords and was in a tough battle. He immediately assigned tasks, instructing Allen to lead the elven archers to provide support from below the city with bows and arrows.

"Why can't I help?" Allen also took a liking to the two overseers; in his opinion, they were barely worthy of his attention. The elves and orcs were sworn enemies, but Allen never killed lowly minions; he felt it would be a disgrace to his high elf dignity.

"If you make a move, what if you attract the attention of their powerful shaman? Can't you think about your brothers and sisters? What will happen to them if you die? Who will protect them?"

Qin Mo had barely finished speaking when she saw blood welling up in Allen's eyes—he was about to go berserk! So she quickly pulled in five hundred elven archers. Qin Lan was no longer there, and Allen, as a high elf capable of fighting against all those below the highest realm, was already a pillar of strength for the great elves.

The crimson hue in Allen's eyes gradually faded. He gave Qin Mo a cold look, then turned to greet his elven brothers and sisters. Qin Mo finally breathed a sigh of relief. Allen was searching for a worthy target, and the opposing "Great King" High Priest was also searching for battle records. Qin Mo didn't want to attract those freaks; one area-of-effect attack would surely wipe out her troops.

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