When the last alliance officer, with his back to the alert tower and tried to resist stubbornly, was knocked down by Thirteen Taipo, this Oak Town, which was once regarded as impregnable by the adventurers, was like a turtle peeled off the shell, exposing the delicious meat to the mouth of the predator and easily swallowed by the Warhammer clan in one bite.

"More than 800 people were killed and 1,700 people were captured. Our death was only 220." The Thirteenth Taishang shouted excitedly and reported to Lin Qing.

Before he knew it, he had accepted the status of Lin Qing as the supreme chieftain, and did not feel that it was embarrassing to report to Lin Qing as a gang boss.

This fully explains what a situation is better than a person.

Lin Qing sighed: "Will there be 220 deaths if you fight like this? Add to the previous 800 deaths, we have lost more than a thousand brothers."

Thirteenth Taibao and Xuansheng also went silent for a while.

If they hadn't listened to Lin Qing, they would have to make a strong attack from the beginning, and they would not have suffered such great losses.

Li Meilin said: "We have successfully captured this Oak Town without paying too much price we can't afford, and everyone is very happy."

She turned to the orcs who were cheering and counting the victories, and said loudly: "However, after this lesson, everyone must follow the orders of the Supreme Chief! Otherwise, you will understand the consequences."

14,000 adventurers, no one dares to object to a word.
Chapter completed!