Nustri, a deep-water port that looks like a military port, was established fifty years ago as a result of an increasingly rampant piracy. At that time, the original intention of the ruling class of the Two-Headed Clan was to use the military port to develop its own naval power and form a huge fleet group comparable to the Goblin Fleet.

But due to technical and financial problems, the orcs' naval dreams have not been realized until now.

Over time, the military port, frequented by goblin merchant ships, became the trading port it is today. At the same time, around the port, a small town of decent size was gradually taking shape.

At the height of its trade, the port city of Nustri surpassed the prosperity of Lacnivi.

Two years ago, the alliance of goblins and orcs failed in their invasion of the Empire, and the alliance between goblins and the two-headed clan was shattered by a complex war relationship, ending the busy trade in the port of Nustri.

The prosperity of the city gradually weakened with the end of trade...

Later, the goblins and Kru Territory resumed trade, but either because the new High Chief of the Two-Headed Clan, Napus, no longer trusted the goblins, or because he was afraid that the port city would overtake Lacnivi again, he ordered the port to be shut down for foreign trade. This order indirectly fulfilled the trade cooperation between the northern clans and the goblins, and provided the prerequisites for the later trade between the orcs and the Kru realms.

The closure of the port brought about the collapse of the city and the thriving trading economy of the Two-Headed Clan itself, with piles of raw materials piled up in warehouses for mines and pastures, and salt, tools, flour, fruits, and vegetables becoming luxuries. What's more, the Imperial gold coins that the old chief of Batu had hoarded for more than 30 years had turned into unusable waste.

The city of Nustri has lost its former vitality, nearly 50,000 orc laborers are facing unemployment, and a city with a bright future is facing collapse.

Because of the differences in cultural and social circumstances, the Great Chief Napus did not understand what 'unemployment' was, let alone what a city needed. In the eyes of the young chieftain, the ruling clan only needed a strong army and a noble class that was loyal enough to him.

Therefore, he would not care about the future of the 50,000 orc laborers of Nustry, let alone the future of the entire city. Rather than being heartbroken by the city's decline, he was complacent about Lacnivi's success in suppressing the city of Nustri.

Napus can care about that, but someone does...

For example, some tribal leaders who relied on mines and pastures to survive, and labor leaders who relied on Nustri Harbor to get rich in the past fifty years but were not valued by the orc society, and the original orc aristocracy in Nustri Harbor, etc.

They, for two years silently endured the dictatorship and stupidity of the Napus. And now, there is a great opportunity before their eyes, a chance to get rid of a stupid ruler.

Goblins once said when they were trading: Money has unimaginable power!

The young Great Chief Naps did not understand the power of money, so he was betrayed. The de facto rulers of the port of Nustri have sold their masters to their enemies.

...

On December 16, 1217 in the continental calendar, the port of Nustri was as depressed and cold as it had been every day for the past two years.

The biting winter winds blow against the docks of the port, and because of the lack of management, the long lifts of the ships docked at the pier are covered with a thick layer of ice, which emits a particularly beautiful reflection under the sun's projection.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the winter sun is rising above the clouds. At half past eight, something different happened in the boring port, and the originally silent port suddenly drove into an army of nearly 1,000 people and fully armed.

But the soldiers of this army did not have weapons in their hands, but tools such as miners' hoes, brooms, barrels, etc., to clear the winter snow and ice. After they drove all the laborers out of the harbor who had nothing to do in the harbor, a grotesque cleaning unfolded on the docks...

Two hours later, the dock was completely new, and most of the orc soldiers in the brigade had withdrawn from the dock.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, two orc nobles dressed in new leather armor appeared at the port dock. They placed their guards on guard in the harbor, and braved the bitter cold wind to reach the largest deep-water berth area of the docks.

"We may be betraying the beast gods. ”

On the lighthouse of the deep-water dock, the relatively young orc picked up two command flags and quickly tore off the three pairs of silver rings hanging from his beard. Three pairs of silver rings, according to the custom of the orcs, this young man is at least the patriarch of a small and medium-sized tribe, or the leader of a certain banner group,

"But you didn't hesitate, did you?" the older orc whispered, holding the same three pairs of silver rings on his long beard in his huge hands, "Rekutu, you know what? I regret it now..."

"Huh?" Hearing this, the young orc known as Rekutu suddenly turned his head to look at his friend, his originally turquoise eyes instantly turned blood-red, "Sang Kunku, my friend, you..."

"Don't be nervous, I regret doing this, but I'm not going to give up on our plans. As he spoke, he ripped off the silver ring from his long beard, "I'm just suddenly not very sure about the future. ”

"But I'm sure we're right. There was no confusion in Rekutu's eyes, "Although I have betrayed the oath I made to the beast god, my clan will rise because of my betrayal, and my people will no longer endure hunger and cold because of my betrayal." ”

"Shikan-Silver Axe..."

"The orcs should have been united a long time ago!" Rzekutu interrupted his friend, "it's just that whoever becomes the ruler needs to be determined... Personally, I am not opposed to having a stone ridge-silver axe to rule over the orcs, he is more suitable to be our leader than Napus. ”

Sang Kun was silent for a while and then said, "You're right... Yes, it doesn't matter who rules us, it's important to make sure that my people don't starve to death again. ”

The Orcs have been fighting civil wars for more than 300 years, so that the various tribes of the Orcs will not be averse to submitting to stronger tribes.

"I'm just—" Sang Kun was a little confused.

"We just didn't expect that one day we would welcome a human army into our own territory?"

"I didn't think there would be such a day, but we had no choice, that idiot didn't care if we lived or died, he would plunge us into the abyss. At the end of the day, the young orc's face became a little ugly, and his voice grew louder and louder.

Sang Kun didn't expect Rekutu to suddenly become so excited, he was stunned for a moment and then closed his mouth tightly.

Then, the two fell silent...

The young Rekutu subconsciously distanced himself from Sang Kunkun, and was secretly on guard. Then he looked at the silent sea in the distance, as if there was his hope.

About half an hour later, the shadow of a dragon suddenly appeared on the originally empty sea level, like a giant dragon, shimmering orange in the winter afternoon sun.

At the head of the fleet were the warships of the northern clans,

Seeing these warships, both Rekutu and Sang Kunkun felt a lot more relaxed in their hearts.

At the very least, the people they are waiting for are not all humans and goblins.

"It's coming!" Sang Kunkun couldn't help but growl.

"I saw it. Glancing at his friend, he climbed to the top of the lighthouse on his own.

By the time Rekutu looked out to sea again, a large fleet of seas had already emerged.

The composition of this huge fleet is somewhat complicated, the main force is the goblin warship, but on the side of the goblin warship there are five large human sail warships and small sailing ships with a large number of barbarians. In addition, there are more than a dozen orc keel-shaped twin sailing ships in the forefront.

The large human sail warships were converted from goblins by the merchant ships of the Kingdom of Kruria in the East China Sea, and most of the human soldiers on them were mercenaries of the caravan itself. The main purpose of these people recruited and sent by the kingdom to participate in this campaign was not to charge on the battlefield, but to represent the kingdom's attitude towards this war, and more importantly, the will of Pedi Reagan.

...

It was a relatively quiet night, and the watchtower in the northern part of Lacnivi was as quiet as ever. And the small village nearby, because of the cold winter, turned off the lights early and fell into a deep sleep.

In the watchtower, two older orc warriors, because they were not used to going to bed early because of their perennial military life, so they gathered around a campfire and chatted about the past that they didn't know how many times.

Snow water boiled in a blackened and deformed iron pot on the iron shelf on the bonfire, and when the two of them chatted dryly, they would take a sip of snow water, and when the snow water was in the mouth, they would enjoy the taste of milk wine.

"Squeak... Squeak..."

"Purr..."

A soft sound in the snow outside the watchtower suddenly sounded in the ears of the two, making the two veterans who were chatting subconsciously stop talking.

"Who could it be, it's dark. ”

"Didn't you hear the low roar of the snow wolf? it must be a big man of some tribe, ordinary people coming out at this time are no different from looking for death. ”

As the two spoke, the dilapidated wooden door of the watchtower was pushed open, and two orcs wearing new leather armor and thick animal skin cloaks walked in.

"You..." The two orc veterans stood up, their faces were old and thin, and their dry skin was piled together with questions, and a familiar killing intent made the two of them subconsciously clench the somewhat broken battle axes in their hands.

Rekutu looked at the two orc veterans in front of him, they were wearing a set of tattered cotton clothes covered in stains, the cracked leather armor under the cotton clothes was clearly visible, and there were slight scars on his cheeks exposed to the firelight, and one of the veterans had a broken right arm.

"Is a new war about to begin?" said one of the veterans, with confusion in his eyes.

"But it will be over soon. "It's as if he's making a promise, and it's like he's taking an oath.

"Hopefully. ”

But once again it was the sharp tomahawk in the hands of Rekutu who answered the two!

On 25 December, seventeen days had passed since Shikan-Silveraxe stormed the eastern defensive line of Lacnivi City.

The original confrontation was broken nine days ago,

After landing at the port of Nustri north of Lacnivi on 16 December, the vast coalition forces formed by the Ocean Trade Alliance swept south and swept through all the tribes of the Two-Headed Clan's northern territory.

Two days ago, this coalition force of nearly 60,000 men arrived under the city of Lacnivi,

There is a steady stream of reinforcements coming...

The young chief of Napus had already withdrawn the city from the eastern front, and at the same time had taken with him the main forces of the three banner regiments of the front defense zone.

Today, we ushered in a rare sunny weather in winter, and the heavy snow had stopped last night. It's only seven o'clock in the morning, and the sun rises in the sky, making people feel a burst of warmth.

In the words of the commander of the coalition forces, the Supreme Commander of the Goblin Mercenaries, Ratrel: today's weather is perfect for the offensive!

"Knock! knock!"

Outside the northern walls of Lacnivi, the dull war drums thundered, and the phalanx of goblin warriors in steel magic armor began to surge towards the city walls like boiling water. At the front of these soldiers, the iron cannons produced by the goblins began to activate under the push of thick moving towers, also advancing in the direction of the city walls.

There are more than 30 of these moving towers, and the front section consists of a thick layer of specially processed animal leather that joins them together, and when the towers are moved, the completion can be called a huge moving wall!

While the massive 'walls' were moving, the high-precision heavy crossbows arranged by the goblins on the two wings had been wound and began to be projected over the city.

When the black pressure fell on the city wall, the warriors of the Two-Headed Clan didn't even react. Because, they really didn't expect that the crossbow arrows could be shot from the rear of the enemy army to the city wall! And the range of the goblin crossbow arrows surprised not only the orcs defending the city, but also the soldiers and human mercenaries of the Balu Kingdom who were allies.

But no matter how shocked and surprised everyone was, the war continued...

When Naps arrived at the city wall under the escort of his personal guards, the scene in front of him made him gasp...

In the distance, the rows of moving city walls made the various long-range strike weapons he had placed on the city almost half useless, while the iron cannons and heavy crossbows on the opposite tower could still exert their power, inflicting fatal damage on the soldiers of the city walls.

When Napus saw that there were no ladders and engineering vehicles in the middle of the enemy army, his heart calmed down a little. He subconsciously looked at the wide and deep moat under the city that surrounded the city wall, and was glad that he had followed the advice of the staff three days ago and arranged for the priests to melt the ice above.

Time passed slowly, and the moving 'wall' and the soldiers behind it slowly poured like a black flood down the wall. As they approached the city walls, the iron cannons of the moving tower carts sent pitch-black iron cannonballs like dragons sticking out their tongues in a loud roar.

For a moment, the entire city wall exploded in all directions with rubble as if flowers had suddenly bloomed.

"Priest, we need the help of the priest!"

"Damn, let the priest find a way to block those iron balls!"