Throne of the North

With the royal city as the center, hundreds of thousands of warthog orcs attacked the kingdom's territory in a fan-shaped manner. The small nobles were unable to resist the attack of the orc army, and the big nobles were also under more pressure.

There is no suitable person who can assemble the kingdom's army. The nobles fight on their own and do not trust anyone to lead their own army, so they cling to the army to protect their territory.

The old king can do it, but the old king is dead.

The new king, the king's successor, can do it, but he has gone through too many things, and now there are three royal highnesses who call themselves kings in the Kingdom of Andala, fighting among themselves.

The Grand Duke can do it, but the Grand Duke who can summon an army of nobles is now the king of the Kingdom of Serra.

As for the other Grand Duke, Grand Duke Leta had just integrated into the circle of the kingdom's nobles.

Further down? Which of the earls will obey whom?

The entire Kingdom of Andara was in disarray at this moment, passively defending against the invasion by the warthog orc army.

One day later, Lane received a map from His Highness Adams. The land was rough and it was difficult to see the details of the kingdom. Along with the map, there was an order from Adams' King, asking Lane to immediately lead the army to defend the empire. recognized king.

Ryan didn't even look at it. After taking the letter from Lord Hora, his hands were burning with flames and he turned the letter into ashes.

To the anxious and hesitant nobles around him, Ryan just said calmly:

"The empire needs a king of the Kingdom of Andara who serves the light."

"The emperor chose Adams, but since I am leading the Legion of Light to arrive, this person may not have to be Adams."

"The royal bloodline of the Kingdom of Andala is still rich, and there are many heirs. They are all descendants of the owners of this land."

"What we need is just a kingdom that joins the empire against the Holy See. The king of this kingdom can be of any royal bloodline."

After ignoring Adams, Lane also received replies from some nobles. They would send a batch of food to Lane's army, but there was not much food recently.

"Then go buy it!"

Ryan didn't have a good face. He told these nobles that the adequacy of logistics would determine the extent of the empire's army's support for them.

Finally, the topic fell on the war itself.

Looking at the maps of different sizes in front of him, Ryan had a headache and looked a little ugly.

"Let the Airwolf Cavalry take these maps to the site for exploration. What I need is a detailed map!"

"For example, why is there such a big gap between this river and this mountain? What is there here? Is it mud or a stone forest? I need to know the answer."

"And this plain. Since there are cultivated fields in the north and south, why is there nothing here?"

"The Warthog Orcs are attacking Viscount Lawson's territory. Why are they attacking from the west instead of the north? What is blocking their advance in the north? Why is this happening? Isn't there an explanation!?"

Ryan roared loudly, threw the maps to the Airwolf Cavalry, and finally looked at Lord Hora.

"Write to Earl Winter, I need more Airwolf Cavalry."

After speaking, he looked at another sky knight and said:

"And Count Sauron. Since Count Winter wants to send more manpower, wouldn't it be too much for Count Sauron to send a batch of potions? Tell them to rest assured that the Kingdom of Andara will be responsible for all final payments."

After giving the order, Ryan found another group of people, the knights who followed the nobles in the army.

"Lead your attendants, and I will give you three hundred to five hundred soldiers each. You can bring me supplies and set up camp on the north side of this hillside, here, here, and here."

"After arriving at these places, you take my order to the surrounding noble territories and ask them to send slaves and tools to help you build camps. I will personally go to check. If the camp cannot even withstand my strength..."

Ryan waved his hand and hammered out a hideous crack in the stone under the board.

"I promise I'll kill you."

Ryan stared at these knights closely, and drove them out when cold sweat dripped from their foreheads.

The 30,000-strong army was reduced by 10,000 soldiers. For Baron Turner, his pressure was much less.

In the past two days, such a large army stationed in his territory cannot support it. Even with nearly a thousand people responsible for various aspects, there is still insufficient manpower. These days, he has sent his soldiers to the surrounding territories to capture people to work. After those territories heard about the 30,000 troops here, the warthog orcs had already retreated several kilometers.

"Brand, please prepare the Bucks Legion. The establishment of these camps may be attacked by orcs. Let our cavalry patrol this land and be ready to support at any time."

"We need to use these camps to resist the attacks of the orcs that will appear in all directions. After we have established a firm foothold, we can use them as a foundation to attack the north."

The first element of this war is logistics, not running with 30,000 people from east to west.

Then Ryan came outside the tent, where a hundred soldiers who were somewhat cramped and nervous stood upright. It could even be seen that the armor on their bodies did not fit properly.

Ryan visited the Kingdom of Andara before. At that time, the war had nothing to do with him, but he didn't do nothing.

The one hundred people in front of him, more than thirty of them, were all soldiers in the previous civil war in the kingdom. They were slaves or civilians. Why were they remembered and recognized by Ryan?

It was because during the civil war between the Grand Duke and the Kingdom, these people showed their talents and leadership abilities in the war. In the chaotic battlefield with no direction, they were able to assemble dozens of people by their own ability. Fighting with hundreds of people around you is an ability.

Officer's ability.

The remaining sixty or seventy people were selected from among their own attendants. They had followed Ryan in the founding war of the Serra Kingdom and fought against the armies of four major noble territories. As officers, they helped Ryan control Mike. Reynolds' big. military

"For each of you, I will give you a hundred soldiers, and you will be their leader from now on."

"Soon, you will form a team and go to some noble territories in the Kingdom of Andara alone to help the nobles there resist the invasion of the warthog orcs."

"During this process, it will be difficult for you to get my order immediately, so I only have three requirements for you."

"First, the nobles of the kingdom are not your commanders, they only have my orders, and you must obey them unconditionally!"

"Second! For all decisions, when more than two of you are on the same battlefield, the final choice must be decided through discussion. You are not allowed to make military actions alone with your own soldiers."

"Third, remember your identity. You are my people and my soldiers. The nobles' territories will provide you with logistics, your houses, your weapon maintenance, your food, and other things. Everything has nothing to do with you, you just need to show your abilities and strength in the war. "

"The ten best people will receive my reward. Most of you should know what this reward represents and what it means."

"Now immediately, take my order and go to your hundred-man team. At this time tomorrow, I will see you standing in front of me with your army."

Beside him, there was an attendant holding a wooden plate with hundreds of tokens on it. On the front of the token, the flag of the Light Judgment Legion had numbers in the middle of the sun, from one to one hundred. On the back of the token was Ryan. The coat of arms of the baron, the outline of Rhinohorn Mountain exposed in the wind and snow.

"This is your chance, don't betray my trust in you."

Ryan said this, and the one hundred people in front of him were already flushed and kneeling on the ground in excitement.

"Bogeld."

After the hundred centurions left, Ryan looked at the eager girl again. There were countless warlike elements in the blood of the Bilge people.

"I allow you to move freely in the area south of the big river at the foot of Qifeng Mountain. From here to the north, you can see a river that can submerge Volibear. You try to catch a group of warthog orcs for me every two days. return."

"Catch them if they can, and kill them if they can't."

Bogeld left excitedly, but he only brought a hundred Furious Bear Warriors with him. After all, the range specified by Ryan was not too large.

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The imperial army was still very intimidating. The nobles gradually transported food to Ryan's military camp through safe channels, and at the same time sent people to the south and the North Wind Province.

"This road will finally start to bring me wealth."

Ryan kindly lent these people some war horses so that they could appear in the empire faster and purchase food from the empire's nobles and chambers of commerce with the sincerity of the kingdom's nobles.

Thinking about the time, it is time for the Chamber of Commerce in the southern part of the empire to go north this year. His friendship with Blade Rose and the Lantern Chamber of Commerce should allow them to appear in Beifeng Province with more supplies.

As the food gradually arrived, Ryan also showed his sincerity and sent an army of 10,000 people managed by a hundred centurions to the territories of more than 30 nobles. At this moment, they were facing Under the huge pressure of the orcs, the warthog orcs are always able to defeat their soldiers in small-scale battlefields.

The reinforcements of two to three hundred troops were enough to solve the disaster they faced.

Hundreds of thousands of warthog orcs are distributed in this less than 10,000 square kilometers of land, and as the orc attacks become more and more fierce, this fan-shaped area is getting larger and larger, and more nobles will fall into the orc invasion. and in war.

When Ryan came to the Kingdom of Andara, he could only control half of the fan-shaped area because the other half was too close to the city called the Wall of Dawn. The Holy See's army was also fighting against the attack of the warthog orcs, and Ryan would not be kind enough to help them. Warthog Orcs restrained.

What he has to do is to compress the western half of this fan-shaped area. It would be best if he can force the orc army to attack the Holy See.

But at present, it seems that it may be a bit difficult.

Because as this fan-shaped attack spreads, the warthog orcs are gradually no longer controlled by Hernan. The farther away they are, the more the nature of these orcs is exposed. They are not warriors, but ordinary orcs. They will do it for themselves. They do things with desire and violence, which is why this land suddenly turned into small-scale wars.

An army of tens of thousands of warthog orcs could not be assembled unless Hernan ordered it through the means of the Twilight God.

After all, if hundreds of thousands of orcs rob a territory, most of the orcs will get nothing, and the remaining orcs who have gained something will not get much benefit.

Orcs have no brains, but the great Creator, while making them stupid, also gave them strong bodies to survive in extreme environments.

On a pure battlefield, the orcs are savage and strong, which makes the suppressive force they give the human army cruel.

The Moorish Barony, more than a thousand meters north of the castle, has a hillside.

At this moment, two hundred soldiers on the hillside were struggling to resist the attack of the warthog orcs down the hillside. The hateful-looking orcs made the soldiers on the mountain instinctively nervous, and there was a lot of sweat on the palms holding the weapons.

"Riley Knight, can we really win?"

A soldier asked through gritted teeth, but was slapped by the knight with a backhand.

"We will definitely win. The number of these warthog beasts is only one hundred, twenty or thirty."

"The Baron is still waiting for our triumph. We must not let these orcs get close to the Baron's territory."

"Brace yourself, they are going to attack again."

As soon as the words fell, the orcs at the bottom of the mountain had already launched another charge. Their tall bodies waved wooden sticks and roared as they rushed up the hillside. The warriors on the hillside kept throwing stones at the orcs, trying to stop the orcs in this way. attack.

"Damn humans!"

An orc was physically strong, but he was unable to escape because of this. His head was hit by a falling stone, and his eyes were bleeding. When he came back to his senses, the orcs who were traveling with him had already left him behind.

"When I catch you, I will kill you in the most cruel way!"

"Human, suffer death!"

Several warthog orcs fell down the hillside, and they didn't know if they could get up. Most of the orcs rushed to the hillside violently with injuries, and their tall bodies stood in the sun.

"Kill these humans!"

The orcs roared and waved their weapons, and rushed towards the soldiers. At this time, there were no more options. The soldiers could only take advantage of the favorable location to suppress the warthog orcs, and stab them out with spears from a high position.

"For the glory of the Moore family!"

The knights among them roared, and his strong muscles allowed him to swing his sword. The sword fell on the warthog orc's body and instantly tore the flesh and blood, breaking the orc's arm bones.

The miserable wails resounded throughout the battlefield, and further aroused the ferocity of the warthog orcs. Their eyes were bloodshot, and they became even more bloodthirsty under the stimulation of blood.

In another contact, the expressions of Baron Moore's knights changed drastically, because the power of the orcs became more powerful. One orc even directly clamped the knight's sword with his fangs, and then a heavy hammer came back. The knight only felt a The world was spinning, and it felt like I was about to vomit out everything I ate the day before yesterday.

His eyes were confused for a moment, and it was too late to react. The ferocious face of the warthog orc stood vertically in his eyes. Amidst the latter's cruel smile, a heavy hammer mixed with flesh and blood fell towards his face.

At this moment, there was no thinking on the battlefield. The only choice for the soldiers on both sides was to kill all the enemies in front of them under the stimulation of blood.

Relying on the advantages of high and low, the two hundred soldiers finally repelled several waves of attacks, but the number of orcs did not decrease, because there were orcs wandering in the distance who had plundered some villages and came to this battlefield. They were eager to get far away. All the wealth in that castle and village.

The surrounding stones and trees were stained with a lot of blood. The soldiers on the mountain had no more means, and fatigue pervaded everyone's hearts.

The warthog orcs living in the north are better at harsh environments than they are, especially their endurance in war. Each of these warthog orcs are terrifyingly powerful.

"How could this happen? Are we going to die here?"

This time, the knight could not refute, because there were only more than 120 warriors left out of the original two hundred.

"Didn't the Baron say that there will be reinforcements? Why haven't they arrived yet?"

They have been guarding here for a whole day, from sunrise to sunset. Now everyone is panicking, wondering whether the arrival of night will lead to a dark attack by the Warthog Orcs.

Although it is probably not possible, when I think of this outcome, I can't help but despair in my heart, because in that case they will definitely not be able to defeat them.

But...compared to the humans on the mountain, the warthog beasts are more angry and violent. They don't understand what it means to boil a frog in warm water.

"Damn humans! They can resist so much. They should kneel on the ground and wait for us to kill them!"

"No, I must kill these damn humans!"

The warthogs quarreled, shouted, and finally urged each other to attack again at dusk when the sky was still clear.

"Kill them! Get their weapons!"

The warthog beastmen roared and launched the final wave of attacks. Looking at the tall black figures in the dusk, the human soldiers all turned pale. They fought to the death for several waves, and now they are definitely no longer as good as before in trying to regroup their strength.

This is true even for knights, their energy and blood need time and rest to replenish their energy.

"We must defeat these orcs, for the glory of the Moore family and for our lives! We must never let them appear in front of the Baron."

"kill!"

Amid the roars of the knights, the two sides once again engaged in hand-to-hand combat. At this moment, the soldiers could only pray that the physical strength of these warthog orcs was also severely exhausted, and the slope gave them more uncertainty.

When night came, the smell of blood had spread far away. At the moment when the sunlight in the sky finally dissipated, a large number of figures appeared under the hillside. They held elite weapons and wore thick armor and rushed towards the hillside. Come up.

"Soldiers! Attack!"

"Reinforcements have finally arrived!"