Broad World

In the early morning of September 28, 1369, a day destined to be remembered by the entire western continent. ```As the first ray of sunlight shot out from the slightly whitish horizon in the east, a heavy horn sounded: "Woo... woo... woo..." Then, in the northeast direction of Soba, a A heavily armed army.

The orc soldier standing on the watchtower immediately climbed down from the high place when he saw it, rushed straight into the big tent, hammered his chest hard with his fist and shouted loudly: "Report to the chief! They are coming!"

Hearing this news, Fugner stood up and let out a burst of laughter: "Hahahahaha! The war is finally here! Hurry up and sound the horn, gather our warriors, it's time to show these idiots on the Iron Throne What is a real war, I hope they won't cry when the time comes."

"Understood!" As the orc warrior turned and left the tent, he let out a hasty roar, followed by the horn in the camp being blown.

I saw countless orc warriors rushing over from all directions. They wore simple leather armor, even just a piece of animal skin, and they held various weapons, the most common of which were spears. It is this kind of weapon that saves the most iron. No way, the orcs themselves are better at plundering than production, let alone advanced technical work like smelting ore. At best, they could heat pig iron and mold it into the shape of a weapon, that's all.

But the only good thing is that these guys don't reject the power of magic very much, but they still have a little worship and fear. Many powerful and evil spellcasters like to control one or two tribes of orcs as their own personal armed force, used to plunder towns or conquer established targets.

Looking at his army like beggars. Fugner gave a dry laugh with some embarrassment and explained: "I'm sorry, Your Excellency the Duke. My soldiers' equipment is a bit worn out, but please rest assured that they are all good soldiers."

"It's okay, I will provide enough weapons and armor after this battle. Now you should assign tasks to these soldiers, and the people on the Iron Throne should respond soon." Henry squinted his eyes and looked at the sky in the distance.

His sharp eyes have caught the growing black spots, there is no doubt that they are the black dragon Oroxis and the brown dragon Ortagus. I really didn't expect Corey to make these two guys return to their dragon form for the sake of World War I. It seems that if nothing else. It is no longer necessary to do it yourself.

The low-pitched horn and the vibration of the ground woke up many people. The mob of the Iron Throne panicked when they saw the enemy close at hand, and the entire camp suddenly became chaotic. Mercenaries and a large number of monsters were like headless chickens, running around with weapons and shields, not knowing what to do.

Fugner was yelling at his subordinates in the orc language. Although Henry couldn't understand it, and he didn't bless him with "language proficiency", he knew from these red-eyed orc warriors that it was nothing more than some pre-war mobilization and promises of benefits.

He shook his head with a smile and sighed secretly. Sure enough, only war and plunder can create a truly strong army. Especially looting. It is the most morale booster, which has been proven many times in the history of the earth. Alexander's expedition. The expansion of ancient Rome, the inhuman killing and conquest of Mongolia, they all have one thing in common, that is an astonishing amount of spoils.

After all, there is no way to fill the stomach with empty slogans, so slaves, money, jewelry, women, livestock, and rich territories are the driving forces that can really make the soldiers fight desperately. It seems that if you want to completely bring this barren land in the north under your rule, you must use some special means, such as allowing the existence of slavery, or giving those adventurers and mercenaries a title of nobility, and then let them Develop bit by bit.

You must know that the area of ​​the High Wasteland is about half the size of Amn, and the main landform features are swamps. The fertile soil here is especially suitable for large-scale rice cultivation, and some fish and ducks can also be raised. Of course, some monsters such as orcs, trolls, snakemen, bear goblins, hobgoblins and so on must be driven out before that, otherwise the settlement port will be destroyed immediately once it is established.

At this moment when Henry was thinking quietly, the orc warriors suddenly roared in unison, followed by a group of a hundred people, and rushed to the surroundings. Their latent violent tendencies were released in an instant, basically indiscriminately, cutting down on anyone they saw, and in just a few minutes, the already chaotic camp was completely out of control.

"Hahahahahaha! Duke, we have already won. Look at these rabble, they are like a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered." Fugner said excitedly. He couldn't believe that things were going so smoothly, and the enemy had already messed up at the very beginning.

"No, it's still too early. You see, there are already two troops gathering over there." Henry pointed to the position near the central tent with his finger. A man with thick hair and beard shouted loudly, and almost two hundred heavy armored knights gathered. For some unknown reason, their armor was all painted red, and the visor on the helmet looked particularly hideous.

In addition, there is a woman and two men who also assembled a large number of well-equipped infantry. There is no doubt that these are the troops directly under the Iron Throne, as can be recognized from the badge on the chest. There are also a lot of them, about five or six hundred of them together, and the number is still increasing.

Fat Cat squinted his eyes for a closer look, then stepped forward and introduced in a low voice: "Your Excellency, the guy with the bushy beard is Delt, and beside him is the famous Hell Knight. As for the woman named Sarah Brightman, the two men are named Bird and Dick, and they are the most senior members sent by the Iron Throne. Shall I take people there now to wait for an opportunity to launch a surprise attack? Even if they can’t be killed, they can be injured.”

Henry smiled and waved his hands. "No, don't you see that our air support has arrived?"

As soon as his words fell, a terrifying coercion descended from the sky. All the horses lost control in an instant. They overturned the knights on their backs to the ground. He fled the scene in a panic. Before many people could react, two dragon breaths sprayed out in the direction of the central canopy. The overwhelming strong acid corroded the armor made of metal in just a few seconds. At least dozens of people were killed on the spot, and hundreds of people were injured.

"My God! This... this is actually a giant dragon!!!!" Fugner yelled involuntarily.

"That's right, it seems that I don't need to do anything anymore." Henry found a chair and sat down, quietly waiting for the upcoming killing. He had already seen Shandier who was preparing a spell on the dragon's back, and judging from the chanting spell, it was undoubtedly the eighth-level magic "Abidaki Withering".

Oroxes was landing. He tore open the chest of a Hell Knight with sharp dragon claws, and then laughed loudly: "Hahahahahahaha! Tremble! Tremble! Humble mortal! Feel the great power of the black dragon!"

"And me! A more powerful brown dragon!" After speaking, Ortagus landed on the other side. The two of them formed a flanking attack one behind the other, besieging a large number of soldiers in place, not daring to act rashly.

"Damn! Don't huddle together! Spread out! Spread out! Do you want to be sprayed to death by a mouthful of dragon's breath?" Sarah Brightman yelled at the soldiers who were huddled together out of fear. As a mage, she is well aware of the power of the dragon's breath, and the best way is to disperse the attacks.

But Sandyer obviously wouldn't give the other party such a chance. There was a cruel smile on her face, and she stretched out her finger, and a large brown-white mist instantly spread in the densest place of the crowd. All the soldiers who were shrouded immediately felt a burst of dry mouth, and then the water in the body was forcibly removed from the pores, nose, mouth, eyes and other places, and in just a few seconds, they became dry and dry. corpse.

For most melee professionals. The effect of "Abbidaqi withering technique" is quite deadly. Due to the large amount of water in the body evaporated, even if it is lucky that it does not die, it will lose its combat effectiveness. After all, dehydration can lead to a series of serious physiological problems such as dyspnea, shock, and coma. Wanting to fight in such a bad physical condition is undoubtedly a dream.

At the same time, the ground forces led by Corey also officially launched the attack. According to the ancient tactics, first two rounds of crossbow volleys were fired, and the mercenaries holding spears in front of the fence were placed behind them, and the warriors with swords and shields rushed in and slashed. Most of the human mercenaries and hobgoblins were wiped out, leaving only a few ogres, trolls, and giants struggling.

Especially giants with strong bodies and amazing destructive power are absolutely overwhelming advantages over ordinary humans. They can kill two to three soldiers with a single swing of their two-meter-long giant swords, greatly hindering the speed of the attack. However, the army mages quickly began to chant spells, and after a few seconds, several spells were cast.

First there was a "greasy spell", and then a large number of magic missiles hit the giant's knees, knocking these big men to the ground all at once. Soldiers with spears took the opportunity to rush up and stab into the eyes, chest, lower body and other vital parts. Accompanied by bursts of miserable screams, he was completely killed in a short while.

"Attack! Attack! Attack! Don't let any enemy go!" Corey shouted excitedly. He knew very well that his current task was to strangle these monsters and robbers as much as possible to prevent them from escaping back into the forest, otherwise the north would be in chaos for several months.

Under the excellent operation of the Thieves Union, the war showed a one-sided trend. Most of the enemies were fleeing desperately, only the top executives and elites of the Iron Throne were trapped near the central tent, not daring to act rashly. Because the crossbows and swords in their hands are not magical weapons, their damage to the dragon is very limited, and they can only defend passively.

Seeing that everything was a foregone conclusion, Henry smiled slightly and said to the orc chief: "Let's go, let's meet these losers and hear what else they have to say."

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