Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

Chapter 1179: Cannon Fodder

A young man appeared on the trunk of the giant tree. He looked at the black orc who disappeared from his perception range and whispered, "The bait has been thrown out. It's time to go back and report."

After saying this, he waved his hand and took the clone back into his body, opened the passage to Fortress Ceres, and entered.

Inside the Ceres Fortress, after the situation calmed down, the various troops were frequently mobilized, and some Griffin Knights went to the south to investigate and kill the Black Orc spies.

As the sky gradually brightened, in the central military tent of the Polya camp, Manus, the commander of the Third Legion of the Northern Army and a high-level black orc, sat on the upper seat, supporting his chin with his left hand, listening to the reports of his subordinates.

In the center of the tent, a low-level gold black orc knelt on one knee and respectfully reported the intelligence he had gathered yesterday.

"Commander, according to what my subordinates saw, there was a sudden explosion at the Ceres Fortress, and a large floating battleship fell, but it was held up by a human spellcaster and did not crash directly."

"During the entire process, all the elite human forces deployed in the fortresses outside the Ceres Fortress disappeared. Except for some griffin knights and a few human mages, there was no trace of other humans."

"Oh."

Manus sat up, leaning forward slightly, looking at the low-level gold black orc, and asked, "So, the previous scene of Ceres Fortress being heavily guarded and heavily armed was all an illusion."

Hearing this voice without any tone, the low-level gold black orc did not dare to answer and buried his head even lower.

Seeing this, a high-level Black Orc Shaman standing in the first position on the left walked out of the line, saluted to Manus, and said, "Commander, the human unit that our shadow warriors are lurking in is the 12th Legion. We don't have much information about the 9th Legion."

"Humans created this scene in the Ceres Fortress. Due to the previous war, we chose to be conservative and wait and see, which was the right choice."

"Now that the enemy has revealed a flaw, this is our chance to retake Fortress Ceres."

Manus turned his gaze away from the low-level black orc of gold, and turned to look at his deputy, the high-level shadow warrior of soul, Bartholomew, and asked: "Bartholomew, what do you think?"

Bartholomew, a high-level shadow warrior of soul consciousness, walked out of the queue, bowed slightly, and replied: "Commander, in my opinion, it is best to continue to wait and see."

"Most of the troops trapped in the Lude Province are tribal troops. Only a small number of troops belong to the kingdom army, but their number is only about 8,000 at most. Losing them all is not a big deal."

Manus leaned back in his seat, propped his chin with his hand, looked at the other generals, and asked, "You can speak out whatever you think."

Upon seeing this, the other Black Orc generals stepped out of the ranks one by one and expressed their opinions.

When the commander said this, it meant that everyone had to express their opinions, otherwise they would be remembered.

"Commander, I think we can organize a part of the tribal army to serve as the vanguard and attack the Ceres Fortress. If the humans don't have reinforcements, we can lead the army and recapture the fortress."

"If human reinforcements have arrived, the loss of these tribal troops will not cause any damage to the Third Legion."

"This is a good idea." Manus looked at the young general standing at the camp gate, nodded, and a look of appreciation appeared on his face.

Seeing this, the young general showed a smile.

"Titus, I remember your name."

"Yes, Commander."

The young general replied respectfully.

After hearing the other party's answer, Manus looked at his adjutant again and asked, "How many tribal troops are there among the gathered troops?"

Upon hearing this, Shadow Warrior Bartholomew responded, "As of yesterday, the tribal army that has assembled has more than 60,000 people, of which 30,000 are troops transferred from other legions, and the remaining 30,000 are cannon fodder added to our legion by the Northern Army Command."

"Sixty thousand troops are enough."

Manus said in a low voice, then looked at the young general and ordered: "Pass the order down, mobilize 60,000 tribal troops to form a vanguard army, divided into two armies, the Vanguard Left Army and the Vanguard Right Army."

"Titus will be the general leading the left army."

"The vanguard, right army, let the tribal army nominate a general to lead the troops."

Hearing this, the young general's face froze and he stood there in a daze, not knowing how to respond.

"Titus~Titus~"

When his companion's voice sounded in his ears, Titus came back to his senses, knelt on one knee, and said loudly: "Titus thanks the commander for his kindness."

"You are very motivated, young man. I look forward to your success."

Manus nodded slightly, and then said, "Bartholomew stays, and the rest of you go down."

"Yes."

Upon hearing this, everyone bowed their heads and saluted, then left the tent one after another.

A few minutes later, the tent became quiet. The shadow warrior Bartholomew stood aside with a calm expression.

Manus turned to look at Bartholomew and asked with a smile: "Don't you have anything you want to ask me?"

"I dare not question the commander's decision." Bartholomew replied calmly.

"What?" Manus put away the smile on his face and said coldly, "You let your illegitimate son lead the troops to attack the Ceres Fortress, and you, as a father, don't plead for him."

Bartholomew replied slowly: "It is an honor for Titus to be entrusted with such an important task by you. If he dies in battle, it will be his glory."

Manus stared into Bartholomew's eyes, trying to see his dissatisfaction with him, but the other's eyes did not change at all.

"He is a cold-blooded guy, and his reputation is well-deserved."

"Commander, if there is nothing else, I will go down first."

"Go."

Manus waved his hand, signaling Bartholomew to leave.

Bartholomew bowed in greeting and then left the tent.

Watching the other person leave, Manus thought for a moment and looked at the armchair with his hand.

The next moment, a figure emerged, knelt in front of Manus, saluted respectfully and said: "Master, what can I do for you?"

"Go and keep an eye on Titus. I want to know if Bartholomew has gone to see him."

"Yes."

After the shadow dissipated, Manus' eyes were full of indifference, and he murmured in a low voice: "My dear brother-in-law, let me see if the promise you made in front of my sister's grave that year is true."

"If it's true, then let's continue."

"If it's false, then please die in this war."