"If I had known you at that time, I would have sent you to build the walls instead of fighting with an axe. Wolf Ma glanced at Mo Gao, and judging from his expression at the moment, he seemed to care about such ridicule.

Mo Gao was not stupid enough to tease his boss with such words all the time, and after he strictly ordered the soldiers to stand by in place, he walked to Wolf Ma's side, looked at the defensive mouth surrounded by two steep mountain walls in the distance, and said: "Before, our attack was too hasty, and this time General Dragier will definitely not make the same mistake. ”

"But this time is different from before, this time we have already defeated the main force of the Undead Legion in the valley plains..."

"Not so long ago, we all thought that the undead army was already vulnerable, and in the end we paid a heavy price. As Mo Gao spoke, he looked at the cotton clothes on his body, looked around at the land shrouded in evil energy, and whispered: "General Drahir definitely doesn't want to repeat the previous defeat..."

"Nobody likes to fail!"

"Then wait for the order!"

Wolf Ma squinted at Mo Gao, her expression and movements seemed to tell the other party: All you said was nonsense.

...

Waiting required patience, and the more than 20,000 troops of the Fifth Army waited until dawn without any movement under the gaze of the undead legions on the opposite side.

At eight o'clock in the morning, when the winter sun's rays were struggling to penetrate the thick clouds and fall on the earth, the herald of the army headquarters finally gave the order.

But the order is: make a fire and cook!

Thus, the tense confrontation ended, and the huge army slowly retreated back ten miles, setting up a camp and cooking at the same time. After a long time, the smell of soup and toast began to surround the dead earth surrounded by the smell of corruption.

It was a very special experience to eat in such an environment, and the veterans tried to laugh at themselves: we drank fragrant broth while we let out foul-smelling farts.

Exhaustion and sleepiness ensued after a full meal and drink, and it happened that the camp's outer defenses had been built and the command had been ordered to 'rest in place'.

"General Drahir is delaying the warplane!" Wolf Ma said directly in front of the elven ranger after receiving the order.

The Elven Ranger ignored Wolfma's complaints, or he had heard too many complaints like them along the way, but as a herald he couldn't explain them, because that would misinterpret them.

However, Wolfma, like the other camp commanders, complained about the orders from the headquarters, but in fact they fell to the ground unceremoniously and began to fall asleep as soon as they received the orders.

...

Within the headquarters of the Fifth Army,

Dr Hehir and Sir Amos, commander of the Third Army, gathered around a map that had no markings other than the detailed distribution of the defenses at the mouth of the gorge.

"Your Majesty wants us to take the opposite line of defense as soon as possible. Ser Amos stared at Drassiel, "This line of defense we are facing was breached in only two hours by Bowenlet, and it took you almost a month to reach the walls of the 'Death Fortress' in three days... Do you want to wait another month?"

"When Sir Bowenlet attacked this line, the undead army didn't have a single soldier stationed here!" Drahir looked at the map on the table with both eyes, and his expression was very serious, "This line of defense is not as easy to attack as you think, and the previous defeat reminds me of the warnings of the elven ancestors... When fighting against the undead legions, keep a cool head at all times. ”

"You're a little too calm right now. Amos whispered angrily, "Your Majesty has given you the power to command, and I don't have to worry about it anyway... It's just that Your Majesty has said that you will see the walls of the 'Death Fortress' in three days!"

"It's really a problem. Drahir raised his eyelids and looked at Amos, who responded in a slightly playful tone.

"You're delaying the plane, you know?"

"Do you think that with our people, we won't be able to capture this place in three days?"

"You could have done it, but you're wasting your time here!"

"Are the soldiers of the camps resting?" said Drahir, turning his head and asking his adjutant as if he had deliberately ignored Amos.

"With the exception of our Ranger unit, which is on guard, the rest of the battalions are already resting. ”

"At this moment, Your Majesty thinks that we are fighting bravely on the battlefield. Seeing that Drachel ignored him, Amos immediately shouted in a loud voice that he had cultivated in the castle to train knights: "Your Majesty is resting now, and if you still stand still when Your Majesty wakes up, do you think..."

"I always thought that humans have unparalleled intelligence... But only now do I realize that perhaps only a few of the human race possess such intelligence, and that most others are as stupid as animals to be slaughtered, and do not even know why they howl. "As an upper-class elf, Drahir has his own dignity, and he doesn't smile in the face of Amos's roar and rudeness.

The unique sarcasm of the elves in the elven general's words, and the eyes of the gods looking down on mortals as if they were high up from above, made Amos's face very ugly in an instant. When his anger rose to his heart, and he was about to say something, his lieutenant immediately whispered something in his ear.

I don't know what Amos's adjutant said, so that the grumpy general who was famous in Fort Caval could extinguish his rising anger after hearing about it, and walked out of the temporary headquarters without looking back with an ugly face.

After Amos left, the adjutant of Drahir, who had a straight face, said, "General, will he go to King Pedi..."

"Do you think he's really stupid?"

"Looks stupid!"

"Is King Pedi stupid?"

"If Your Majesty Pedi is stupid, there is no smart person!"

"Then do you think His Majesty Pedi will let an idiot lead the Knights of Kawarburg?"

"Then you..."

"You think General Amos is really angry? That's just a joke from him... As the commander of the Knights of the Castle, this war was his only chance. Drahir didn't take his eyes off the map for even a second as he spoke, "Since General Amos can't wait to make a meritorious service, then he should be given this opportunity... Two hours later, you sent the order to General Amos to put his 3rd Mixed Army in charge of the main attack. ”

...

Wolf Ma never thought that when he woke up, the offensive and defensive war at the mouth of the valley had begun. What's more, the title of vanguard of the orc team was also stripped of while he slept.

"Today is a ridiculous day!" Wolf Ma smoked a cheap cigarette, the deliberately mixed chili powder in it had no taste in his mouth at the moment, and the shouts of killing swept by the wind in his ears, although it was earth-shattering, had nothing to do with him.

"There will be a chance for you to make meritorious contributions. ”

"I'm not here to make meritorious contributions, I just want to tell the human nobles in Crewe that our people are not underground slaves, our warriors..."

"I'm not a nobleman in Crewe City, what are you telling me this?"

"I'm just reminding you not to forget your former honors because of a life of abundance. ”

"Stampede"

Amid the sound of horns and shouts of killing, the rapid gallop of war horses suddenly sounded in the ears of Wolf Ma and Mo Gao, interrupting the conversation between the two and making them subconsciously follow the prestige.

In the cold wind and drizzle, the elven general Drahir, dressed in thin light armor, was escorted by a group of rangers towards the camp of the orc people on standby.

Facing the Supreme Commander of the Fifth Army, Wolf Ma was not stupid enough to show his pride and pride, and under the attention of Draxiel, the orc commander respectfully gave a knightly salute.

"Take me to your command tent. Drahir rolled over and dismounted at the knightly salute of Wolfma.

Wolf Ma was stunned, and just as he subconsciously wanted to lead the way, he suddenly remembered that he had no command tent at all, and finally he had to lead the elven general to the largest tent in the camp where he had gathered with the captains of the squadrons for a drink.

Inside the chaotic tent, several orc captains were sleeping with their ale glasses, and the smell of alcohol in the tent almost drowned out the stench of the undead outside.

Drahir didn't show any displeasure at seeing such a scene, and Wolfma didn't care, and kicked the sleeping orc officers who were sleeping like they were dead. In the midst of the wails, Wolfma's two retinues made the 'council hall' clean as fast as they could.

After everyone had retreated, Draxier gently swiped his hand across the only long table in the tent, and all the grease stains on the table were on his hands at once. The elven general chuckled lightly and sat down on the table without hesitating the grease stains, "I heard you complain about not being able to go to war, but—" he looked around, "you seem to be having a good time." ”

"Fighting and wine do not conflict, Your Excellency. Wolfma replied as he should.

Because the orcs are in the Gobi Desert all year round, many areas are extremely short of fresh water, and they can only rely on a large amount of low-quality ale to quench their thirst, so in the eyes of the orcs, there is no difference between drinking and eating.

As a high elf, Draxier naturally understands the customs of orcs, so he smiled indifferently and said, "Your warriors should have rested enough and eaten enough, right?"

"After you've eaten and drunk enough, shouldn't you move?" Drahir's gaze, which had been casually looking at the camp, suddenly fell on Wolf Ma.

"That's why my people and I are here. Wolfma straightened her chest.

Drahir smiled, "The battle of the 3rd Mixed Army's attack on the defense of the mouth of the gorge is very fierce, and with an attack of this intensity, they will feel tired for a maximum of ten hours... However, with the current offensive posture of the 3rd Mixed Army, they would definitely be able to fill the deep pit under the undead army's defense line in ten hours, paving the way for the assault on the steel walls. ”

"In ten hours, I will organize the Fifth Army to launch a strong assault on the steel walls, and the commander of the goblin force, Kanai, will coordinate and direct this attack..."Dra Heir seemed to give a military order, "You and your people will be the vanguard of this attack." ”

"I will tear that steel wall with my own hands!" Wolfmar immediately assured in the words of an oath.

Drahir stood up and patted his clothes gently, and the oil stains on his clothes were immediately cleaned up in the blue light: "I need to see His Majesty's royal flag planted on the opposite city before dawn tomorrow." ”

Mo Gao, who was quietly listening to the conversation between the two, not only wrinkled his eyebrows when he heard this, but the seemingly empty-eyed wolf Ma did not reply immediately when he heard this. And Drahir didn't rush, he seemed very patient.

"I have less than a thousand people!" Wolf Mar looked directly at the elven general.

"Send you two more infantry regiments of the Balu Kingdom, hundreds of totem warriors!"

"Okay!" Wolf Ma didn't hesitate, he nodded heavily, "If the Third Army really breaks through the deep pit within ten hours, I can guarantee that His Majesty's royal banner will be spread all over the valley defense line before dawn tomorrow." When he spoke, he also took out a magic watch to match the time, and his words were so rigorous that there was no gap.

"Take the time to rest. The smile on Drahir's face deepened, "I want you to take your Majesty's royal flag under the walls of the 'Death Fortress' not only to enter the canyon defenses, but also to carry your Majesty's royal banner under the walls of the 'Death Fortress'." After saying this, he left with his entourage without looking back.

After Drahir left, Wolf Mar couldn't help but mutter, something that had nothing to do with the order just now: "They are in this tent, and I feel uncomfortable. ”

"That's because we're too messy here, and elves are born with natural purity, which of course makes people feel awkward in comparison. Mo Gao explained indifferently, and then changed his words and said, "What does General Dragier mean by this?"

"Don't you understand?" Wolfma looked at his lieutenant with a little amusement, "He made us the vanguard of this attack, and asked us to lead our troops under the walls of the 'Death Fortress'. There was no longer the reserve in his words at the moment, and the blood in his body began to boil as the approaching battle began.

"But such an order does not require him to come to our camp in person, he has hundreds of heralds, or he should summon you to his command post and announce it in front of everyone. Mo Gao frowned, "But he came to us in person, announcing a battle order like child's play." ”

"While I'm very much talking about the Eye Elves who are always on top, they don't do things like humans do. Wolf Ma looked at the curtain of the door and said, "Are you thinking too much?"

"I've figured it out..."Mo Gao's voice suddenly increased, "The Third Army is the army of General Amos, the commander of the Lion Castle Knights, they spent a whole day opening the road to the steel wall, but they were transferred away at the last minute, what do you think General Amos will think?"