Just two days after the battle of the Kanya Pass, on May 7, 1215 in the continental calendar, the fortress of Anku was also ushered in the largest battle in more than a decade.

At a quarter past nine in the morning, when the sun broke through the blockade of the Lordan Mountains and the warm sunlight shone on the land of Kranling, the vanguard of the orc army slowly appeared on the horizon in front of the fortress of Anku.

Soon, in the shaking of the earth, countless squares composed of continuous orc armies slowly marched forward with firm steps, and the flying dust almost obscured the entire sky of the Black Mountain Pass, and all kinds of battle flags were like moving woods with no end in sight.

Dressed in leather ring armor and a thick woollen cloak, the elderly Grand Duke of Zora patrolled the walls of the fortress, and before every battle, he would visit the front line to inspect and inspect, a habit he had developed in his decades of military service.

"Hum... Hum..."

The long sound of trumpets sounded in the orc army, and their first tentative assault had begun, and a wing of orc soldiers with huge cowhide shields, under the cover of the flanking spearmen, advanced towards the defensive line on the perimeter of the fortress.

There was no nonsense on either side, and centuries of hatred erupted at this moment.

The short spears that covered the sky rained down on the forward positions of the Anku Fortress under the powerful projection of the orcs, but all of them were blocked from the massive shield wall cast by the mage brigade.

Immediately after, black clouds gathered over the orc troops, and in a few breaths, rows of meteorites with flames broke through the blockade of the dark clouds and smashed into the charging orc troops.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

There were successive loud noises, and the orc soldiers who rushed to the front were almost completely lost under the attack of this spell.

At this time, the orc priests on the flanks began to cast healing spells, using the power of the earth to heal those fallen orc warriors, and soon, most of the orc warriors stood again, and in the roar of the officers, they once again assembled into a dense formation, advancing towards the front line of the fortress!

Soon, however, their steps were stopped again, and arrows with cold light pierced the thighs of orc warriors with unmistakable accuracy, or the moment they dared to stick their heads out of their shields would be killed.

This is the longbowman of the Crane Collar!

Their archery skills are known throughout the continent of Ailan.

The bows in the hands of these longbowmen are all made of hemlock, a specialty of the Clan.

The hard, resilient and endurance of the Ironshirt allows arrows to fly farther, and every longbowman in the Klan's Command Archmen Corps trains from the age of fifteen until they are twenty-five years old.

"Trebuchet! Where's our trebuchet, kill those damn turrets for me!" was the commander of the Northern Clan's First Banner, Kanjit, who looked angrily at the rear of his formation.

At the garrison of the Chinese army, Chief Shikan said: "Let our craftsmen speed up!"

"I've already ordered it, I think that kid at Kanjit must be cursing again!" Overseer Chester laughed as he looked ahead at the angry Kanjit.

...

In the back row of the orc tribal formation, the bases of the rows of trebuchets had been built, and when the order was conveyed here, the master craftsman Rati scolded angrily: "What is urging, I have long told you to wait first, let's set up the trebuchets and then charge... It must be Kanjit's kid again, isn't it?"

In the orc tribe, perhaps for special historical reasons, the social status of the artisan within it is very high, and some masters and even the ruling class of the tribe, in their own professional field, can veto the orders of the great chief.

So the herald didn't dare to refute at all, so he had to leave in disgrace.

The craftsmen looked at the herald who had fled and left, and suddenly laughed "haha", and Lati shouted: "What are you laughing at, hurry up and give me a job, if you can't complete the assembly within three minutes, you will be hungry at night!"

The craftsmen suddenly wailed, but the movements in their hands unconsciously sped up a lot.

After three minutes, almost ninety percent of the trebuchets were assembled.

"Click... Click..."

The trebuchet began to work.

"It's still the best goblin craft!" Lati couldn't help but admire as she listened to the sound of the heavy gears of the catapult, "but it's too expensive!"

"Bang... Soon, in the midst of a thick muffled sound, rows of rolling stones with the whistling sound of the wind smashed towards the front defense line of the Anku Fortress, and their target was naturally the rows of towering arrow towers on the outer defense line of the fortress.

But alas, the hit rate is low.

At this time, the orc warriors had already charged to the periphery of the fortress's defense, and the paladins who had been waiting here for a long time with their soldiers decisively intercepted the orc charge.

For a time, the soldiers of the two armies staged the most brutal hand-to-hand combat on a front several kilometers long.

But obviously, the side of Anku Fortress has more advantages, and under the suppression of the Holy Force, it is difficult for the warriors of the orc tribe to make a difference on this front.

The orc army is stationed, Shi Kan frowned slightly, "It seems that the human race is very well prepared, and this spreading pit makes our wolf cavalry unable to play a role at all!" As he spoke, he looked at a wing of wolf cavalry in the distance.

"The Old Duke of Bogue is an adversary worthy of respect and attention!" said the Chester Overseer.

"Let's get our men back first, and any further fighting will only increase unnecessary casualties. Shi Kan looked indifferently at the battlefield ahead, "This is the end of the temptation. ”

"Yes, Grand Chief!"

...

The orcs came and retreated quickly, and the battle lasted less than two hours.

The old duke of Baoge on the fortress wall did not rejoice after the orcs retreated, but piled up the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, obviously, he was a little unwilling to the retreat of the orcs, after all, it would be more beneficial for him to consume it like this.

"This is just a tentative attack by the orcs, I don't think there will be a large-scale attack until their main force arrives!" Count Anse said lightly.

"It's a pity..."Old Duke Baoge didn't dwell on this issue, he laughed, "The commander of the orcs is the one who unified the northern clans of the orcs in half a year? I heard that he is not yet thirty years old?" he said, and picked up the lookout goggles in his hand to look for Shikan in the orc army.

"Yes, a terrible adversary, whom even the irascible orcs privately call the Tyrant Shikan!" said Count Banda Hibbert.

"Tyrant?" Bao Ge whispered, then glanced at the generals around him, "The Empire has eliminated countless tyrants!"

Everyone laughed when they heard this.

"My lord, the people of the 'Radiant Power' have not yet come, will they—" In the laughter, Count Anse's words seemed abrupt.

"Hmph! The people of the 'Radiant Power' have long since fallen, and the thirteen-year war to the throne is the best proof of this!" said Count Banda sarcastically without waiting for the old duke to speak.

"However, the 'Radiant Power' joined the war because of our orders. Anse frowned, a little displeased with Banda's statement.

"Ah!" sighed the old Duke of Bogue, "it was my fault... Besides, the Empire does not have a law that requires the Radiant Force to join the war against the Orcs. ”

"Yes, they seem to have a more important task now!" Banda didn't care about Anse's upset, "They are busy fighting for power in the imperial capital!" "He has always been haunted by the changes to the 'Radiant Power', because he was also a member of the 'Radiant Force' when he was younger.

It should be said that almost half of the officers in Anku Fortress were part of the 'Radiant Force' more than a decade ago.