Seeing that the wolf cavalry of the orcs withdrew from the two wings, they actually chose to rest for a while and reorganize their armaments.

Herbert, who was at the rear of the battle line, not only did not feel the slightest relief, but was even more desperately depressed.

Herbert, who is also battle-hardened, can naturally understand the orc's calculations to some extent.

The short interval simply did not allow them to recover enough strength after having already experienced a high-intensity defensive battle.

On the contrary, after an overdose of adrenaline, both the mental and physical state will be flooded with time.

At first, he didn't think that with the passage of time, he was sure that his left arm bone must have broken into several pieces, and the sharp pain continued to sweep through his nerves.

But the entire position, in total, doesn't have many priests to heal.

And most of these half-bucket priests did their best to recover for the shield warriors at the front.

God's mercy, most of these pastors were not very happy in the first place, so they chose to do business for a pitiful reward.

In the years when they were taken captive by the Drow to the dark regions for training, most of the priests were not strong enough or desperate, which led to the collapse of the faith channel.

To be able to retain a little priesthood level today is already considered to be a firm faith.

In such a dire situation, it almost means that the orcs intend to carry out a general attack before dawn and defeat it as soon as it happens.

But Herbert was puzzled to find that in such a terrible and desperate situation, those jackals and gray dwarves still did not show the slightest appearance of the chaos before their demise.

Quite the opposite, they simply let the militia transport the seriously wounded and the fighters who had unfortunately died to the rear, and then screened out some of the strongest Zeellandia militia to act as front-row shield fighters.

Most of these selected militia adventurers are not too low-level, although they are not as good as well-trained gnolls and gray dwarves, but they will not be directly broken up in the next orc general attack.

Could it be that what are they waiting for in the same way?

Or do we still have reinforcements?

At the same time, Sgard, the shield swordsman in the center of the front of the line, was asking the same question:

"Boss Holtz, the orcs on the other side feel a little too much, I always feel a little unbearable to go on like this, huh?

"You're giving us all the best of you, too! Are we waiting for reinforcements?"

This question also draws the attention of everyone around us, and it is also a matter of life and death.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that just relying on such a small stone slope and such a thousand elite soldiers to survive the charge of three thousand wolf cavalry, a miracle has been created.

If there are no unexpected variables, everyone here is probably here.

Holtz patted his head when he heard this, he almost conveyed this most important message, and almost missed a big mistake, and said loudly:

"Brothers, don't worry, don't despair! We have reinforcements too! They are already on their way!"

As the news continued, the people's hearts were really a little calmer, but what puzzled everyone was

Where else did they get reinforcements?

In the eyes of the Silvermoon immigrants, even if the Silvermoon Knights set off now, it would take three hours to arrive at the earliest.

And the old miners of Zeellandia know their family very well.

Since the first battle of the beast tide, although the elite forces of Hogg Mining have recovered, but those who followed Hortz and Fischer to the ground are all in front of them?

Even if Director Eagle and old Tiger support the surface with their old feelings, they can't transfer all the few remaining defense forces of Zeelandia, right?

But just then, the ancient and desolate trumpet of the orcs sounded again.

Everyone's nerves tensed again.

I also saw a barbarian tribe on the left flank of the orc infantry legion take the lead in attacking, and wait for the barbarians to start as the front army.

In the center of the orc, an extremely burly orc with two black iron shoulder pads on his shoulders raised a battle axe and roared:

"For the glory of the beast god Geush!!"

"Crush them!!

“ktrgr！”

"Wow!"

"Hah!"

These orcs were much more experienced than the barbarians, and they were about a thousand feet away, that is, within range of those archers, before they charged!

For a moment, it was like two pitch-black waves in front of him, slamming towards Minas Tirith's defense.

"It's the barbarians of the Black Wolf Tribe! Beware that they will become furious beasts!"

In the center of the defensive line, Pantos, who was a mountain barbarian, recognized the types of barbarians at a glance.

And as soon as these words fell, they were drowned out by the roar of Holtz:

"Vertical shield!

"Steady!"

The first barbarians did not have the agility of the wolf riders, nor did they have their heavy armor, so they were relatively easy to deal with.

Because it is simply impossible for them to cross their defenses!

As long as they can stabilize the first wave and not be broken up! Then it is not impossible to slaughter them next!

With the dense influx of more than 2,000 barbarians, especially in the most central area, these barbarians, who had no way to retreat, actually let out wolf howls one after another halfway, and their already arrogant bodies swelled twice again, and thick hairs grew on their faces.

Then he resolutely crashed into this layered collapse shield.

Bang bang!

Holtz's defense line was actually knocked back several feet by this dense beast barbarian, and half of their feet were deeply sunk into the mud.

"Hold on!"

It's like a group wrestle!

Once the line of defense is torn apart, the consequences are unimaginable.

Fortunately, although the militia behind them is generally not very strong, they still have two strengths in perennial mining, and they can be regarded as stabilizing the most violent momentum of the first wave when they are crowded.

The outlaw savages frantically swung their stone weapons and smashed their shields, trying to attack the soldiers behind them through the gaps in their shields.

At this time, the advantage of the equipment is revealed, even if some stone knives occasionally stab into the gap, it is difficult for the remaining strength to break through the fine iron plate armor, only some blunt weapons such as hammers, are more deadly.

Seeing that the orc army behind him was approaching, Holtz knew he couldn't wait for them to gather.

"Back to !!"

"Hah!"

They gathered all the strength of their bodies, and slammed forward with their tower shields, and retracted violently.

The beastly barbarians in the front row were knocked back one after another.

"Kill !!"

Just then, the gnolls and grey dwarves tilted their shields and stabbed their chainsaw swords into their hands.

Airplanes!

Massive amounts of blood and broken organs gushed out with the roar of the chainsaw, instantly staining the shield with a thick layer of blood.

Even those who are caught will be hit by the hidden guns stabbed by the militia behind them, and thus lose all their strength.

The first layer of barbarians fell, and the barbarians behind were equally frantically brandishing their weapons and preparing to fight back, but they were met by Hotz, their uneven and scarred shields, which were still as tough as a mountain.

Their attacks can only add a scar to it in vain.

"Hit !!"

"Hah!"

"Kill !!"

At this moment, Holtz and them are like Spartan warriors who have incarnated as blue stars, using mechanical and repetitive movements, cruelly and efficiently harvesting the lives in front of them.

It was only a few short rounds later that these hapless beastly barbarians quickly collapsed under the horrific and bloody casualties.

But they didn't have to escape far before they met the orcs' butcher's knives.

In the eyes of the orcs, the rout of the battle, especially the rout of the slaves, is an act that will not be tolerated!

Because the routs tend to disrupt their forces, and this kind of behavior, once spreading, can easily lead to a chaotic rout.

Looking at the oncoming orc army, the tired Hortz knew that they had the most difficult moment of today's war.

It's finally here!

Because the tactics against frost wolves and barbarians may not be so satisfactory for these powerful orcs.

Especially after those barbarians who are cannon fodder, as the vanguard, they are the toughest warriors among the orcs!

A high-level berserker with at least level 10 upwards!

With a dull loud bang.

The battle-tested tower shield in Holtz's hand was directly cut out of a huge gap by the orc's giant axe!

The tower shield refined by the gray dwarf was almost cut through by an axe!

"Ah!!h

With a miserable howl, out of the corner of his eye, Holtz saw that the tower shield in the hands of a substitute militiaman was actually smashed on the spot by the orc with a giant hammer in his hand.

And the militiaman behind the shield was also smashed out on the spot, and his chest was sunken by at least a third, and he was not alive.

Holtz sighed in his heart, the situation he feared most still happened!

"Hold on, brothers!

And his solidarity seemed to anger the orc in front of him, he pulled out his battle axe and frantically slashed the shield in front of him, cutting Holtz's shield to pieces in three or two blows.

Holtz knew that this was probably what Director Eagle called metal fatigue.

He threw the shield in his hand violently, and the chainsaw sword in his hand slashed against the trend.

With a pop, the orc's right arm flew out with a giant axe.

The orc who had lost his arm roared wildly and was about to slap his left arm at Holtz's head, but was stabbed by Holtz's sword.

But Holtz saw that the entire line of defense was already in danger, and he couldn't help but be anxious.

"Director Igger, what about the reinforcements you said!? If we don't come, all our hard work over the years will be buried here!"

And the heavens seem to have heard the call and longing of their hearts.

The slime huddled in his armor was about to deflat, and suddenly let out a mechanical announcement:

"Commander Holtz, please get out of the way, Zeellandia reinforcements have arrived!"

"Repeat, Commander Holtz, please get out of the way, Zeellandia reinforcements have arrived!"

Holtz was in high spirits, pulled out the chainsaw sword in his hand and shouted:

"Zelandia belongs, give up a position!Give way to reinforcements!!"

And so a scene that made all the orcs unbelievable appeared.

Just when they were almost about to cut through the opponent's defense line, the shield warriors in the front row of the opponent actually retreated a position in unison, and then closed their shields and turned sideways.

Seeing such a great opportunity, how could an orc let it go, and brandished the battle axe in his hand and slashed straight at the neck of a gray dwarf.

At this moment, he suddenly heard dense footsteps and grinding sounds.

A bit like the squeak of a mouse?

"Orc !!"

A nezumi in a cuirass burst out of the crack and slit the orc's throat with a sword.

How could there be such a big rat?

Just as he fell, he saw countless nezumi pouring out of the passage that the other party had taken the initiative to get out of!

It was the Eagle Laboratory that volunteered to participate in the Ultra Warrior Project surgery for so many years

Extreme War Rats!

And the roar of the damned gnolls rang out again!

"Zeellandia belongs!"

"Abandon the shield!"

"Counter !!"

"Hah!"