Broad World

In the middle of the night, a raging war was going on in Wywood City in the north. The soaring flames and shouts of killing made all the residents fearful, and some even nervously observed the situation on the city wall.

Although the dark elves who launched the raid had been killed by Robert, the turmoil and damage caused were irreversible, especially the magical flames that could not be extinguished by ordinary water directly ignited half of the wooden buildings in the city. Without the help of magic, Watering with wooden barrels alone has no effect at all, and there is a tendency to spread more and more. Many residents are sitting on the street and crying.

Although the dark elves' attack didn't actually kill too many people, the psychological blow it caused was not small at all. Even the improvised militiamen were moaning and sighing, let alone ordinary people.

Anyone who sees their home burnt down can't help being sad. Relatively speaking, the orcs who have lived a hard life are a little bit better, just a little depressed. After all, they used to live a hunting life and have not yet produced a civilized society. A sense of belonging to home, but human beings are different. Houses have extraordinary meaning to them, so each of them is very lost, as if they have lost their souls.

Of course, even if the situation in the city is so bad, it is far less dangerous than the city wall. One-eyed Longte seemed to be crazy tonight, launching a fierce attack regardless of casualties. He seemed to have made up his mind, ready to kick away this stumbling block that blocked his way forward.

The most important thing is that with the help of the City of Shadows, these primitive and ignorant monsters made a lot of engineering equipment out of wood. Although they looked very rough and simple, they brought great trouble to the defenders, especially the filling The pontoon bridge on the moat fully guaranteed the continuous supply of troops in the rear, coupled with the huge rushing vehicles. Just a little carelessness can fall.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The half-orc warrior Vaughan rushed into the crowd with a roar, and the flaming two-handed sword set off a bloody storm in an instant. No matter whether it was a wolf man, an orc, an ogre, or a troll, none of them could stop his terrifying killing skills. Nothing remained but blood, death, and broken bodies.

It can be said that if he did not keep appearing in critical places, I am afraid that many places would have fallen by now. Soldiers in many places only need to hear the voice of this legendary warrior and see the fiery red sword. . Morale will be high immediately.

It has to be said that although legendary spellcasters are far more powerful than melee professions, and even a legendary spell can completely wipe out the enemies who attack in the future, at most they can only gain people's fear. Only a bloody battle can win respect.

Looking at the eyes of the soldiers at this moment, you can tell that they completely regard the orc warriors as their heroes and saviors. Even the weakest people are unwilling to make a fool of themselves in front of their idols, and they grit their teeth and persist desperately.

Vaughn didn't remember how many enemies he had beheaded, nor how long it would last. He just kept swinging his sword, swinging his sword, and swinging his sword again by virtue of inertia. In the battle, I hone and improve my martial arts, so that the movements become more and more concise. In the past, it often took two hits to kill the opponent. It can be easily solved now.

Since the duel in front of the gods, this guy's warrior level has faintly shown signs of improving again, especially the one-eyed Longte's unconstrained fighting style has given him a lot of inspiration, and these days there are always enemies practicing , Personal strength is rapidly improving.

Maybe it's like a proverb in Faerun said, when two equal people become rivals, they will soon make progress in the competition, as long as this state lasts. One day they will be able to write a legendary story.

Obviously, in terms of fighter level and martial skills, One-eyed Longte is better.

The reason why Vaughan was able to draw last time was mainly due to his surprise and physical strength, especially the ability to heal wounds on his own, which is simply cheating for melee professionals. With this ability, injuries can be exchanged for lives, and the performance in battle is more aggressive, so that the opponent has to spend more energy on the defensive end.

If it weren't for the one-eyed Longte's battle-hardened experience. At this moment, I am afraid that he has become a stepping stone for Orc warriors. This shows how powerful he is. Even in his twilight years, he is still an invincible legend in the high wasteland.

Vaughan, who grew up in the northern barbarian tribe, is a very proud person, and has always regarded honor as more important than his own life. So I made up my mind a long time ago that I must solve this powerful opponent before the end of this war. Otherwise, after a few more years, Lonte will look old. Even if he wins, there is no glory at all.

"West! The west wall is about to fail! Support is urgently needed!" An archer standing on the watchtower issued an alarm below.

"Understood! I'll go there now!"

After Vaughan kicked down the long siege ladder, he yelled and turned around and ran towards the critical situation. He's like a firefighter now, going where he needs to be.

When he passed the top of the city gate, he slowed down a little, stared at Long Te who was standing under the banner with rounded eyes, then stretched out his thumb and scratched his neck, making a provocative cut roar, At the same time, he muttered to himself: "Wait, I will defeat you, take away all the glory that belongs to you, and then continue to march towards the apex of the warrior's road..."

Lonte, who possessed magic eyes, saw this scene clearly, subconsciously clenched his two-handed axe, and let out a wild laugh with his mouth open: "Hahahahahaha! What an arrogant orc kid! It doesn't matter, I will chop it with my own hands before dawn Let your head be used as a wine glass. I am the supreme king of this land! There is only one end for any challenger! That is death!"

After he finished speaking, he stared at the tribal chiefs standing behind him with one eye, exuding a chilling murderous aura all over his body.

In fact, the so-called tribal alliance is not monolithic. Perhaps the orc tribe is willing to obey the leadership of One-eyed Lonte, but monsters such as gnolls, goblins, and ogres have to join in out of fear, and there is no loyalty at all.

Since the myth of Longte's invincibility in duels was broken, many guys have begun to move around, and some tribal leaders with high levels of fighters have shown their unruly side for the first time.

There is no doubt that their faint alliance must be to challenge the one-eyed Lonte's dominion over the entire wasteland. This can be seen from the main offensive force.

The cannon fodder troops that rushed to the front in the past were basically either goblins or jackals, and the orcs generally launched their onslaught at the end. But now the orcs are basically participating in the attack, while other races have begun to silently preserve their strength.

Obviously, although Longte has not lost the leadership of the tribal coalition forces, his dominance has dropped a lot, at least he can no longer dominate everyone as he did before.

Of course, anyone who is not blind can see this method of secretly preserving strength, and one-eyed Longte is also very clear. If he was not afraid of large-scale civil strife, he would have hacked several leaders to death. Deter those bastards who want to grab the class and seize power.

But it's a pity, he can only think about it now, if he does this, the other races other than the orcs will immediately fall apart, let alone capture Weywood City, even self-protection will be somewhat difficult.

You must know that in Faerun Continent, the civilized society and the wild land are two completely different worlds. The former always abides by a certain order, and most of the rulers use a series of political means to constantly stabilize their rights and status. So as long as it doesn't cause anger and grievances, there will rarely be a chaos of power alternation.

But the latter is different. In the barren land, the strongest is always king. The ruler does not rely on political skills, but prestige based on strong personal strength.

To put it bluntly, he has killed some powerful creatures, such as dragons, giants, etc., and how many enemies he has led the tribe to defeat, both of which are indispensable.

One-eyed Lonte is called a legend on the high wasteland, one is that he has slain a giant dragon, and the other is that he has always maintained the myth of invincibility.

But now this myth has been shattered, and a warrior who is equal to him suddenly appears. The prestige based on personal bravery declined rapidly. Although the other tribal leaders were still not his opponents, some small thoughts inevitably became active again.

The strong survive and the weak perish. All primitive tribes follow the natural law of elimination. When a leader begins to age, countless young people will challenge his dominance. This is what Lonte is facing. situation.

No matter how powerful his fighting power is, he can't hide his gray hair and beard. Age is now his greatest enemy. Any young orc warrior can't help but want to replace him when he sees an old chief. That's why he desperately wants to become the chosen one of the orc gods and make himself young again.

After frightening all the chiefs with a biting murderous aura. One-eyed Lonte took a deep breath and roared loudly: "Listen to me! Maybe some of you think you can replace me. Others think I will die at the hands of that half-orc boy. It doesn't matter, Immediately I can prove that I am still an invincible warrior, king of the High Wasteland. But now... if anyone dares to disobey orders, I will cut off his head without hesitation. Got it!"

"clear!"

The tribal leaders nodded reluctantly. They saw that this legendary warrior was in a state of rage, and they were afraid that this rage would be vented on themselves.

"Very good!" A smile appeared on the hideous face of One-eyed Longte. "Remember, if any tribe dares to hold back tonight, I will completely remove it tomorrow morning."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and shouted to the mage sent by the City of Shadows: "Wizard, I don't care what method you use, but you want to make a hole in the city wall for me, can it be done?"

A man wearing a black robe and a hood stepped forward and bowed slightly: "Yes, but you must first consume all the energy of the mage tower, otherwise even if it collapses, it will be repaired immediately."

"Damn it! That's why I hate magic." Lonte cursed in a low voice, then immediately turned around and told his subordinates: "Did you hear that? Send me to continue to attack, and within ten minutes I want to see that thing change. Become trash!"

"Obey!"

The orc herald slapped his chest hard, and blew the low horn again...

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