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Meanwhile, the Undead who had surrounded the entire area were slaughtering the escaping goblins because the cowardly creatures wouldn't dare to remain on the battlefield after they saw their stronger cousins being massacred like pigs waiting to be butchered.

Goblins were cowardly by nature, only attacking when they were either forced or were sure of a 100% success rate of their attack.

Otherwise, they would just hide or escape, not to mention they were far smarter and more intelligent than your average Ork.

Orks were rather stupid, not that much as Ogres, but not that far from it either, not talking about their ridiculous concepts of honor on the battlefield and fighting culture that ordered them to fight to the death.

For them dying on the battlefield was the greatest honor, and naturally, they didn't care if their death achieved nothing at all... it was essentially the orkish way of life.

Samiel continued casting spells and commanding the Priests of the Ecclesiarchy of the Hall of Kadath to do the same thing, as they were supporting the knights from a safe distance while being protected by the Undead.

Another great thing that Samiel obtained from all of this was the constant influx of hundreds of souls that were just keep going and going, something that was always very welcome.

As he was turning more and more towards the Eldrtich Creaturre, his thirst for fresh and powerful souls was getting more and more powerful, unquenchable, so he was eating several souls on average per day.

"And that should be the last one..."

Samiel commented as he sensed that the last of the greenskins had perished under the sword of Juulius Crawford.

They managed to exterminate more than three thousand greenskins with just around 200 Holy Templar Knights and 70 Priests, not counting the Undead. Though it was important to take note of the fact that most of the greenskins were goblins and gretchins.

Gretchin or Grotz are basically a smaller subspecies of Orks, who are more cowardly than normal Orks and are usually used as living shields to clear mine fields, are stepped on to get through difficult terrain, and sometimes even as emergency rations.

In this aspect, they were not different from goblins, but contrary to goblins, who were entirely different species of the Green Tide, Gretchin were subspecies of Orks; thus, their status within was slightly higher.

Only slightly.

"Okey, everybody... now that they are killed, do your thing, burn everything to ashes."

Samiel ordered as it was important to destroy any remnants of the bodies of the Orks; he only chose a few of the most powerful corpses to reanimate as Undead, while the rest would burn.

All Priests and even Negash immediately went to work, burning down the corpses of thousands of greenskins while Templar Knights were securing the perimeter and putting down some basic fortifications around the warship.

***

After one hour, when everything was burned and the beach was cleared out of the corpses of the greenkins, their small expeditionary group started advancing toward the target.

And the target was the heart of the island, where the main fortress of the Green Beast Pirates was located and where their leader, Boss Bagtork was leading the greenskins.

Advancing through the dense jungle of enormous trees was nothing to scoff at, but fortunately, due to Juulius's command, they were able to advance rather swiftly in neat, orderly formation.

Samiel, together with the Priests, were in the middle of the battle formation, protected by the Holy Templar Knights, who were creating a square pattern around them. A bit far away from them, there were a few tens of Undead who acted as scouts and rear guards.

Occasionally they came across some powerful magical breasts or some weaker ones, though neither of those kinds wanted to fight their group because of their numbers.

Everything was happening under the sounds of artillery firing as the warship once against started bombarding some of the strategic positions of the Green Beasts Pirates.

It seemed that Captain Alvar decided to sink down their fleet, which was docked at the main docks on the other side of the island. If they didn't sink down their fleet, they would risk being surrounded and attacked later on.

As the ships were left unprotected, all of them were turned into the flaming sea as they were gunned to nothing more than just flaming wood and destroyed scraps of metal, as some of their larger vessels were actually made from metal.

Samiel didn't care much for the sounds of artillery firing as he focused more on the situation on hand, as an enemy ambush could come at any given moment. This was also a perfect opportunity to ambush them as they were traversing through the jungle and were in an unknown territory.

And as expected, not such thing came because Orks would want them to fight round and square.

This was proof that the Bagtork wasn't one of those scheming and cunning Orks of their kind but rather someone who preferred to meet their enemy head-on.

If he was cunning, then he would have poured all of his forces here because in this jungle, it would be the best place for Greenskins to fight them.

Aside from a suitable environment for the Orks, as they were familiar with the place, it also lowered the capabilities of all Spell Casters.

Due to the extremely dense jungle filled with a plethora of trees and flora, it was difficult to aim and release the Spell at the target. There were many places for the Greenskins to hide from the barrage of Spells.

And due to the limited amount of Spells and the fact that the Spell Casters could easily harm their allies by releasing the Spell at the wrong place due to lack of space, their combat capabilities were greatly lowered.

This gave the Orks an unnatural advantage if they fought in the forest, but alas, it seemed that they were lucky because if they fought according to Samiel's and Juulius's rules, then there would be no more Greenkins on this island after today.

"It seems that there would be no ambush from the green's..."

Samiel whispered to Juulius as he saw the knight nod.

"Traditionalists are very rare in the lower floors, especially ones that get exiled from their Clans."

Juulius was an expert when it came to the Greenskins and knew about them probably even more than the Greenskins themselves.

"Their foolishness is our gain."

They were whispering to each other because there was still the possibility of attracting some powerful Magical Beast.

The last thing they needed was to have that kind of luck to wake some slumbering monster.