Therefore, the shaman of the tribe was invited to his side again, and Chihu, who was the great patriarch, couldn't help but point to the holy hall and humbly asked: "Master Frost, have you seen that courtyard and that building?" Without uprooting it, our warriors would not be able to boldly go east to capture the lowly human slaves.

I don't know what those lowly slaves have done, but they suddenly have a strength comparable to that of the Sask warriors, and they are almost unharmed. Damn, these slave species that can't get out of it are now our biggest stumbling block. Even the bravest warriors of the tribe were helpless against them.

Master, now you can only rely on you and your fellow disciples. Please find a way to help me so we can get rid of these damn slaves as soon as possible. ”

Blindly attacking will not work at all, even if the potential of orc warriors is stimulated on a large scale with the bloodline traction technique, it will not have any effect.

After all, the Templar covers a limited area, and even if there are 10,000 orcs, there are only 300 of them who can fight each time. This is also the reason why Red Tiger has no way to take this small but strong temple.

The orc shaman named Master Frost is also well aware of this. It's just that he doesn't possess the power of his teacher as much as his teacher, and he still hasn't mastered the ability to borrow the power of the Ancestral Spirit to release the shield of protection to make himself or others invulnerable.

Unleashing the potential of orc warriors on a large scale is already his most powerful killer feature. If that doesn't work......

Master Frost couldn't help but frown.

Truth be told, he's stumped right now, too.

Although in the mouths of some ignorant orcs, shamans who can communicate with the spirits of the ancestors can call the wind and rain, and even predict the future, and have almost omnipotent powers. But the Frost Master, who is a shaman, knows very well that they can't even call the wind and rain to see the future, let alone predict the future.

The so-called beast bone divination is simply used to deceive the people to keep the mystery. That's what his teacher told him personally.

The words are: "The great spirits of the Ancestors may have the power to foresee the future, but this power is not within our grasp." ”

Therefore, in today's orc kingdom, more than eighty percent of orc shamans have only mastered the bloodline traction technique. Even more powerful, like him, in addition to the bloodline traction technique, he can also observe the spirit that cannot be dissipated in the world through special methods.

But this is only an auxiliary means, and it cannot be used in combat at all.

Unless he goes one step further and becomes his teacher, the level of the first shaman of the Fire Blade Tribe. This can further borrow the power of the ancestral spirit and cast a shield of protection that can resist swords and spears.

However, the way of shamanism is unfathomable, and it is said that the two great shamans of the Shield and Falling Hammer tribes have studied the way of shamanism to the fourth stage, and can exert even more incredible powers.

But that's not what he can figure out.

"Your own family knows your own business. With his own talent, he can reach the level that the teacher has reached in this life, and it is already his limit to think about it. ”

Thinking divergently in his mind, it wasn't until the red tiger on the side suddenly shouted at him that he came back to his senses.

"Master, how is it, have you come up with any good ideas?"

"Well, not really. Shaking his head slowly, Master Frost then just suggested, "Maybe you can try it with a fire attack, you should be able to find a lot of grease in this city." ”

"Fire? ”

Chihu nodded slowly, but he didn't have any hope for this kind of suggestion. As I have said a long time ago, the whole church is made of stone, unlike a flammable wooden house, and there is no combustible material at all. Even if you want to burn it with fire, you have to light it.

But the next day, in the absence of any other way, Chihu, who was the great patriarch, had no choice but to use this method. But it turned out to be of no use to him, as he expected.

The Templars trapped in the Templar were so determined to fight that they couldn't have imagined.

No matter what method is used to attack them, it will usher in a crazy counterattack from these fighters. But at this moment, they had already made an oath that they would swear to protect Liang Tian's statue to the death, and not let it be desecrated and insulted by the orcs.

Therefore, when fighting, they all forgot to die. In one morning, the orcs launched three attacks, and the third time even allowed the shaman to use the bloodline traction technique to stimulate the potential of the orc warriors on a large scale, but it still did not succeed.

In the end, nearly a hundred people were killed and injured on the orc's side, and the angry Red Tiger, who was the great patriarch, jumped to his feet and scolded.

"You bunch of shit, a bunch of incompetent stupid pigs. Now, even if I were to replace a pack of pigs, I would be better than you. You are simply not worthy of being a Sask. ”

Crackling gave the commander who commanded the battle a whip, and Red Tiger's face turned red.

Therefore, after whipping the commander, he pointed at the commander who was kneeling on the ground and said angrily: "I'll give you another half a day, if you can't conquer this place and destroy these damned slave species, you can be a warrior again!"

"I, yes!"

The angry Red Tiger said this, and the commander had no choice but to shout his orders. But by the afternoon, the orc warriors in charge of the attack were even weaker than in the morning.

In the end, it failed three times in a row, and its morale and confidence suffered a heavy blow. So much so that at this moment, the orc warriors who were in charge of the attack were completely unable to work.

Despite their loud shouts, as soon as the defenders in the Templar fired a wave of arrows, the orc warriors in charge of the attack retreated as if they had suffered some terrible casualties.

The commander who commanded the battle killed two people in a row, which made those orc warriors who were in charge of the attack dare not continue to play tricks.

It's just that it's useless, and when the two sides break out into a white-knuckle battle and fight each other for the wall, the orcs in charge of the attack will lose again. The Templars and Border Witches join forces, and the humble vines are turned into weapons.

Entangle the feet of orc warriors and cause them trouble. And the offense was originally a non-dominant thing, and now in this situation, the disadvantage has become even greater.

So after another half an hour, the orcs left behind thirty-four corpses and retreated in disarray.

"Damn, get my knife, I'm going to do it myself!"

Forced to be helpless, the commander who commanded the battle could only take the lead in a vain attempt to open up the situation in this way. But as a result, the Templars in the Templar had already set their sights on him.

As soon as he entered the battle, several Templars who had been reinforced, immediately surrounded him. Then, after only two or three rounds, he had his head cut off, and then threw the so-called "dirty" out of the Templar.

A dignified orc commander did not die in the siege battle a few days ago, but died in the conquered city. This is truly unprecedented for orcs.