Chapter 277 Casualties
At the stairs of the city wall, all the slave soldiers were still standing, holding spears and their bodies tense.
Originally, there were a total of fifty slave soldiers in the spear phalanx, but at this moment, there were only thirty-nine still standing. In addition to the three people who were seriously injured at the beginning, eight more people were injured or killed under the city wall.
The spear phalanx had its back against the city wall, and the surviving guards on the left and right sides provided support, so the orcs were charging from the front, and the newly injured slave soldiers were also in the first three rows.
The injured slave soldiers who fell to the ground all lay quietly in their original positions, with more than ten broken spears on the ground.
It was the orcs' attack that caused the spears to break, and a broken spear meant the loss of attack capability, and the gap in the formation was immediately exposed. The orcs broke into this gap and caused damage to the slave soldiers. Fortunately, the slave soldiers in the rear rows discovered the situation and immediately filled the gap in the phalanx, otherwise the phalanx might have been torn apart in the next second.
Seeing the eight slave soldiers lying motionless on the ground, Gervis' heart tightened.
"Did all these slave soldiers die in battle? If they were just injured, they would be moving and wailing."
Gervis couldn't help but want to speed up his pace to check it out, but as soon as he slightly quickened his pace, he felt an extreme soreness in the muscles on both sides of his thighs, which made Gervis gasp. He could only helplessly slow down and rush towards the foot of the city wall.
But at this moment, the Rose Castle's servants also rushed to the front and began to treat the wounded.
"You guys, quickly send a few people to rescue those soldiers in the formation!"
Gervis frowned when he saw that the servants did not immediately enter the square to check on the fallen slave soldiers. Although other people's lives are also lives, if it were not for the slave soldiers, most of the people present would not be alive tonight. So Gervis shouted slightly biasedly, at least to check whether these soldiers of his were really dead.
When the servants heard Gervis's order, they did not dare to delay and immediately sent several people to run into the square formation.
In fact, it’s not the servants’ fault. The injured guards and servants under the city wall rolled on the ground in pain, wailing loudly.
However, the slave soldiers in the phalanx did not make any sound, so the servants of course rescued those who were obviously still alive first.
Several servants walked into the square formation and began to check. The next moment, they were surprised to find that these fallen slaves were actually alive.
For example, the slave soldier lying in the front row, his body curled up and motionless, but his eyes were open.
Of course, these slave soldiers did not just lie down and play dead to avoid fighting.
When the servant took a quick look at his injuries, he found that the slave soldier had a broken arm and a broken rib in his chest.
“Is this still a human?”
After taking a look at the still silent slave soldier, the male servant stood in awe, then quickly called a companion, carried the slave soldier to a clean place nearby and began to treat him.
Seeing this scene, Gervis felt happy and had an indescribable feeling in his heart!
The joy, of course, was that these slave soldiers were still alive.
Then Gervis thought about what kind of cruel methods these slave soldiers had gone through to be trained into this state.
Screams and wails have always been the main theme of the battlefield. Even in the modern times of the past life, it is unavoidable. After all, wails caused by pain or fear are inevitable for all living things.
But these slave soldiers did it.
In this world of cold weapons, the wailing of the wounded can sometimes easily irritate some soldiers with poor psychological endurance and easily cause them to flee and scatter. As long as one person in the infantry phalanx escapes, the consequences can be devastating.
These slave soldiers lay on the ground without making any sound after being injured, undoubtedly to prevent such things from happening. Only then did Gervis understand why the slave soldiers sold by slave owners were so highly regarded by the nobles and why they were willing to spend a lot of money to buy them.
"No need to be on guard! The battle is over, everyone rest where you are!"
Gervis finally walked up to the slave soldiers and gave orders to those who were still holding their spears with expressionless faces.
Fortunately, there weren't many people fighting tonight. After all the servants in the castle were sent out, more servants came here to help.
All the fallen soldiers were carefully carried by the servants to the clean ground nearby, and several male servants who knew medicine began to bandage and treat them.
Gervis watched silently for a while, sighed in his heart, and said nothing more.
In this world, life and death are the norm. Although his men were seriously injured, they were much better off than those who were killed without a complete body. There were at least three hundred guards and servants who were killed on the spot by orcs in the wooden house.
After instructing Ik to take care of the injured slave soldiers here and wait for Rose Castle's arrangements, Gervis walked towards the corpses of the orc priests he had killed.
The mounts of the three orc priests could not escape Gervis's three critical strikes, and all became dead souls under the mithril sword.
Since they were the monsters he killed, Gervisco was still thinking about the monster crystals on them.
Gervis walked over to the nearest orc sacrifice corpse.
This was the corpse of a goat-horned priest, and the mount under his crotch was a wind-thunder lizard that could release lightning from its mouth. When Gervis stepped forward to fight, the wind-thunder lizard released an arc of electricity towards Gervis, but Gervis narrowly avoided it and was finally hacked to death by Gervis's sword.
Gervis did not start searching for the Warcraft crystal immediately, but instead picked up the orc sacrificial staff that fell nearby.
During the gambling in the arena this morning, Gervis was very interested in the staff in the hands of the Goat Horn Priest, but in the end the Goat Horn Priest chose to self-destruct, leaving Gervis with nothing, not to mention the staff, not even the residue, and also blowing away Gervis's trophy, the Warcraft wolf that could perform mental attacks.
The staff of the orc priest is not long, only about fifty centimeters, and very light. It is made entirely of wood with clear texture. It is obviously not ordinary wood. On the top of the stick there is a skull made of some unknown creature's head. On the forehead of the skull is inlaid a magic beast crystal, but this magic beast crystal is now broken.
"It's strengthening inscriptions and magic beast crystals again. It seems that these orcs either have their own alchemists or have channels to get these things!"
The shattered Warcraft crystal was of no use. Gervis looked at the complex patterns around the Warcraft crystal and came to a conclusion.
This was the second time he saw Warcraft crystals and inscriptions on orcs' weapons. This showed that the place where the orcs lived was no less developed than Eurasia in terms of weapon enhancement and manufacturing, and it was very likely to be even more advanced.
After checking for a while and finding nothing special, Gervis simply threw the damaged staff on the ground. Not to mention that the staff could not be used by humans, even if it could be used, it was already damaged.
And Gervis is not interested. He now owns the purple elf and will have plenty of opportunities to meet the orc priest again in the future.
Gervis looked around and found that everyone was busy and no one was paying attention to him, so he squatted next to the head of the Wind Thunder Lizard.
Soon, the mithril sword that Gervis was stirring in the ground lizard's head hit a hard object. Gervis lightly lifted the sword in his hand, and a transparent crystal stone stained with a little blood fell out of the ground lizard's head.
Gervis didn't mind the dirtiness, and quickly took the Warcraft crystal in his hand, then wrapped it with the rag that had been prepared long ago.
Next, Gervis did the same thing and soon found two Warcraft crystals from the corpses of the other two Warcraft, one with wood and one with water attributes.
After putting away the Warcraft crystal with satisfaction, Gervis walked towards the gate of the inner castle.
If anyone knew about this, they would be astonished. You can get a monster crystal for every monster you kill. Is that a myth?
If this is really possible, then why develop a territory? It would be better to kill two more monsters. The sale of one monster crystal can be equivalent to four or five years of taxes for an average small noble.
(End of this chapter)
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