Broad World

In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on Soba's dilapidated city wall. The Iron Throne's army had just completed the last wave of attack today, and they retreated to the camp one after another after blowing the horn to withdraw troops. The scattered defenders finally survived another day, but they didn't have any joy on their faces. Because now the whole city doesn't have much resistance, if there is no reinforcements, it will fall in at most two days.

More importantly, as the legal owner of the northern land, Anta Silver Shield has not shown his face in public for a long time. Recently, his wife, Mrs. Brila, has come forward to handle all the affairs. No one knows whether the duke is still alive. If there were not many monsters in the attacking team outside, I am afraid that someone would have launched a rebellion and offered the city to surrender.

A boy who looked only fourteen or fifteen years old walked up to the veterans with a bloody long sword, sat down and asked, "Uncle Ike, how long are we going to last like this?"

"Bah! Don't look at these bastards who are having a good time now, when Duke Henry's reinforcements arrive, they will all be finished." The veteran named Ike spat and cursed fiercely. His nephew died in a fierce siege a few days ago, so now he hates the Iron Throne.

Another veteran asked with a wry smile on his face: "Do you think you can survive until the reinforcements arrive? Let alone whether Duke Henry knows the situation here, even if he does, look at the few people left on the city wall. It’s less than four hundred, as long as those orcs, gnolls, and ogres join the siege team, I’m afraid they can kill us in less than two hours.”

"So what, can we still surrender? Don't forget that our family and friends are all in the city. According to the virtues of these guys outside, they will definitely burn, kill and loot after breaking the city." Old Ike gritted his teeth and made answer.

After hearing his words, everyone fell into silence. Everyone knew that what Old Ike said was right, and this was the reason why he was able to hold on even in such a disadvantaged situation. It's ridiculous to say that the reason why the soldiers haven't collapsed until now is because of fear, that's right. It is fear. They didn't know what kind of atrocities those monsters outside the city would do, so they gritted their teeth and persisted until now.

The young soldier suddenly stood up and shouted: "That's right, we have no way out, we can only fight to the death. I hope Duke Henry's reinforcements can arrive tonight. Otherwise, we won't be able to see the sunset tomorrow."

"Fight to the death!"

"Fight with these offal!"

The remaining soldiers stood up one after another, shouting to vent their depression and mania.

At the same time, in the big tent of the orc camp outside the city, Chief Fugner was walking around restlessly. Today's siege battle has fully proved that Soba has lost the ability to resist. Tomorrow morning, the top executives of the Iron Throne will definitely launch a full-line attack and take down this city that has been gnawing for more than a month in one fell swoop. He was a little uncertain now whether he should continue to join forces with the people of the Iron Throne, first fight for a piece of land that would allow the tribe to thrive, or continue to wait for news from Fat Cat.

Just at this moment of indecision. A robust young orc suddenly rushed in and shouted, "Chief! We found this little human girl on the edge of the camp. She said she has important news for you."

"Oh?" The chief was slightly taken aback, squinting his eyes and looking at the little girl following behind the orc youth. She looked terribly frightened, and was dirty and thin, with tattered clothes. Totally dressed like a waif.

Fugner felt that something was wrong, and just about to open his mouth to say something, the little human girl suddenly burst into tears, crying and shouting: "Wooooooooow! Don't eat me! Don't eat me! I just Give someone a message."

"Don't be afraid, we are orcs, not ogres." Fugner comforted the panicked little girl helplessly. The orc youth standing aside looked at the chief's depressed face and blushed. Trying not to let myself laugh.

The little girl touched the snot and tears on her face suspiciously and asked, "Really?"

Fugner nodded vigorously. "real!"

"The person who asked me to send the message said that you will give me food and a lot of money. Is this true?" The little girl blinked and asked. She also saw that these ferocious-looking orcs did not have any malicious intentions.

"It depends on who is the person who asked you to bring the news, and what kind of news it is." Fugner replied with a big mouth and a smile. He already guessed some. Not so sure though.

The girl nodded seriously, and pulled out a very small piece of parchment from her dirty hair. Handed it to the orc youth beside him. The latter didn't even look at it, and handed it directly to the chief sitting on the chair.

Open the note, there is only one word written on it: Dawn.

But that was enough for Fugner. He laughed and asked, "Hahahaha! It's finally here! Is the person who asked you to deliver the letter a very dexterous fat man?"

"Yes. Can you give me food and money now?" The girl tensed her body nervously as she spoke, for fear of hearing any bad news. For a waif who has been hungry for days. This is the only hope of survival, otherwise he would not risk his life to approach the barracks.

"Of course! You have sent important information, and you can get a reward of two hundred gold coins and a sumptuous dinner. However, since this news needs to be kept secret for the time being, you have to wait until dawn before leaving. Orix, give She will get some of the best food, and in addition, tell everyone to rest immediately after eating, and get up and stand by me before dawn tomorrow."

After Fugner finished speaking, he threw the parchment into the fire, and the whole person relaxed. There is no doubt that this is a signal from Fat Cat to do something. At the same time, it also means that the Principality's army has ambushed around the camp, ready to launch a fatal blow at any time. As for the Iron Throne, it's going to be a bunch of losers right away.

The orc youth named Orix slammed his chest hard with his fist. "Please rest assured, wise chief. Our good lads are already ready, as long as you give the order, they will attack immediately, no matter who the enemy is."

"Remember, you are not allowed to drink or make trouble tonight. Also, watch over this little girl, don't hurt her, and don't let her run away. The more critical it is, the more careful we have to be, understand?" Fugner tirelessly exhorted again. Having been in human society for many years, he understands a truth, that is, there must be no problems at the last moment, otherwise, no matter how careful the plan is, it will fall short.

"Understood, I will personally notify all the centurions and let them restrain the troops." After speaking, Orix saluted, turned and left the big tent with the little human girl.

He knew that the chief's goal, which he had worked hard for half his life, was about to come true. Joining a civilized society was such a luxury. For the orcs who have always been regarded as barbaric and uncivilized by the world, it can be said that it is not easy to do this. However, they still have to work several times harder than other races before they can be truly recognized, just like those naturalized savages in the North.

A similar situation happened in Byrne's camp, but he was instructed to evacuate. Led by a twelve-year-old boy, they safely left the chaotic camp, went east through a bush, and found the large army led by Corey along the edge of the dragon forest.

Due to the follow-up supplements and the refuge of some captives, the number of this army has expanded to more than 3,000, and all of them are veterans who have seen blood. It can be said that the army is strong and strong. With the addition of two giant humanoid dragons, and a great magician Shandier with a spellcasting level of nineteen, it would be no problem to push them straight across.

However, out of caution, Commander Corey still chose the dawn raid. He has already tasted the sweetness of this tactic along the way, first in El Toril, and then in the town of Tril. Facts have proved that most creatures are the least alert during this time period, and only one violent assault can kill them. Completely destroy the rout.

What's more, this time there is an internal response. Thousands of strong orc warriors can not only create chaos, but also greatly damage morale, making the enemy feel like they are in deep siege. When the time comes, as long as those mobs are in chaos, they won't even need others to take action, they will have internal bullying and stampede.

Before dark, Corey held a military meeting, mainly to understand the combat effectiveness of the Iron Throne's high-level. He asked Byrne directly at the beginning: "Tell us about the enemies who are worth noting, especially those professionals above level ten."

Byrne lowered his head and thought about it for a few minutes, then replied: "Not too many, the most powerful of them is the former ruler of El Toril, Delt, a fallen paladin of level 17, and There are two hundred Hell Knights under him. This person was once a believer of Helm, but he chose to fall for some reason. He followed the army of the Iron Throne all the way to the north, and all those who dared to resist were brutally killed. "

Cory frowned and tapped his fingers on the table. "I once heard that this guy is called the "King of Hussars" by the surrounding residents. His two hundred hell knights are well-trained, and he is a very difficult enemy."

"Hmph! I doubt whether those horses can still run under the shock of Longwei." Shandier said with a soft snort. Like most spellcasters, she simply looked down on warriors who could only use brute force.

Byrne shook his head with a wry smile and explained: "Even if they can't ride horses, two hundred heavily armored knights are quite a force. As far as I know, they are equipped with full body armor, heavy crossbows, long spears, long swords, curved shields, And a blunt weapon like a mace or a warhammer."

"Hahahahaha! I like to see these iron cans being corroded by strong acid. Don't worry, they will be handed over to me." As he spoke, Oloxes cracked the corners of his mouth and showed an evil smile.

The strong acid spit out by the black dragon is enough to instantly melt most metal weapons and armor, of course, this does not include mithril and adamantine. However, it is impossible for Delt to equip such a team, because if he had such financial resources, he would have formed more troops long ago.