The blizzard that swept over the Griffon Mountains soon dyed the earth and mountains a blanket of silver, and quickly buried the scarlet blood of the battlefield.

What made Holtz and them wonder was that the other party's high-intensity offensive using wolf cavalry charges did not last long.

Rather, after more than a third of the casualties, he quickly retreated to the flanks and regrouped at the sound of a trumpet.

Instead, there were five thousand orc infantry warbands and a barbarian tribe in their early two thousands.

At this moment, except for the jackals and gray dwarves, the hearts of almost all humans are desperate.

Relying on the advantage of geography and equipment, coupled with the use of the only remaining spell slots by the archers and mage regiments, the first wave of the wolf cavalry's offensive has been greatly weakened.

But even so, Holtz and the others paid a lot of price, at least more than two hundred gnolls and more than half of the gray dwarves were severely damaged, and the militia group also suffered at least more than 100 casualties under the ravages of dozens of frostwolf knights who rushed into the defense line.

If this kind of result were placed in the Silver Moon Alliance, it would already be eye-popping.

Because even the most elite Silver Moon Cavalry, when facing the fierce Frostwolf Cavalry with the same number of troops, it is difficult to achieve a one-to-one casualty rate.

But the absolute difference in combat power is still there, facing the infantry battle regiment that still exceeds 7,000 orcs and barbarians and the wolf cavalry that is ready to attack on both flanks, no one knows how to win this sudden and brutal war?

However, what made them a little relieved was that for some reason, after arriving at the battlefield, these orcs did not launch a general attack at the first time, but rested a mile away.

Because this casualty rate, especially the large-scale casualties of the Frostwolf Cavalry, was something that the Shadowmoon Clan could not afford no matter what.

As a messenger, Nerio was kicked out by an orc who was at least eight feet long, and rolled in the snow several times in succession, spewing out a mouthful of blood-mixed vomit before stopping.

The suffocating orc chieftain Chiguo's upper body was draped in two black iron shoulder armor that was rough in smelting but full of wild and fierce style, and the lower body was a fine iron battle skirt covered with hideous horns.

The enraged chieftain pointed his great axe at the retching Nerio, and shouted angrily in the cold wind:

"What the hell is going on?

"Didn't you say this is the new stronghold of the Silver Moon Alliance?

"Then why are there jackals and gray dwarves in this damn place!

"How can humans be mixed with them?

"And why! They seemed to know that we were coming, and they were ready to defend early!

"I now suspect it's a trap!

"Do you know it, because of your damn intelligence! Our precious wolf riders have killed at least a thousand!

"Thousands of frost wolves!

"It's not worth it to crush you to death 10,000 times!!

Contrary to what many humans think, how could orcs who thought they were not productive still be able to afford to raise so many frost wolves.

But in fact, not only do the orcs not need to bother feeding them, on the contrary, these frost wolves, who are apex predators, can not only cooperate with the orcs to hunt large herds of migratory prey and provide the food they need, but also provide the orc tribe with a steady stream of raw meat and cold fur.

It is for this reason that the frost wolf is even faintly higher than ordinary orcs in terms of value and status among the orc tribes that advocate plunder and war.

It was also for this reason that after seeing the most elite Frostwolf Cavalry lose more than a third of it in a short period of time, Onarom, the chief of the Shadowmoon Clan, could not sit still, and a horn made these precious wolf cavalry turn around and regain their strength.

But this move made Nerio very disappointed, and he resisted the sharp pain in his abdomen, and argued:

"No! this is indeed the new camp of the Silver Moon Alliance, and it is definitely not a trap!"

Nerio cites this to the death, otherwise his life will be lost.

And he was extremely confident in his own judgment:

"Otherwise, we will definitely face more than just such a small number of troops, but the integrated Silver Moon Knights!

"Chief, haven't you noticed that the elite among them is only the more than a thousand shield warriors on the outskirts of the defensive line?

"As for the back, it's just a group of militiamen who have been caught temporarily!

"Just keep letting the Frostwolf Cavalry rush for two rounds!

"Their defenses have already collapsed by this time!"

Onarom roared at him angrily, "In that case, our frostwolf cavalry will be completely lost!"

"But then we can get enough food for the entire Silver Moon Clan to survive this winter!"

Nerio continued: "And, I'm afraid this is our only chance.

"If you don't take advantage of the fact that they are not quite ready to take this camp today

"Then at the beginning of next spring, we will not just face the pile of rubble that has been piled up when we are faced!

"It's a stone tower wall that can only be captured by sacrificing three or five times as many warriors today!"

This last sentence did say that Onarome's heart was gone, and his face was a little angry.

Oh, yes

Although the humans are vulnerable in the wilderness plains, their advantage lies in the fortified cities, towers, and various advanced equipment and endless means of defense.

At present, it seems that it is indeed the best goal and opportunity of this year, as the other party said!

But he still can't sit idly by and watch the massive casualties of the frostwolf cavalry!

That was the foundation of their Shadow Moon Clan's survival now, it was the wolf species that he had spent a huge price to plunder from the Frostwolf Clan, and it took more than twenty years of hard work to make them grow step by step to their current scale.

If the casualties are too great, then what will they rely on to catch enough prey to sustain so many people in the coming year?

Onarom is also a resolute orc.

After receiving the explanation, he immediately ordered:

"Rest in place for a quarter of an hour! Let the Black Wolf Tribe get ready, and after a quarter of an hour, launch a general attack! Let those barbarians take the lead!"

"Yes, Chief Onarome!" the herald hammered his chest and turned towards the barbarians' position.

"And you, Nerio, give me the lead as well, or die, or bring me back ten of my enemy's heads! Otherwise, tonight, you will wait for the rations of the frost wolf that I have stuck in the javelins and been air-dried!"

Onarom still can't let go of the heavy damage suffered by the frostwolf cavalry!

It is believed that Neori's false information is the culprit that led to their tragic death.

But this battle must be fought!

The first snow of the year has fallen!

For this war, they have brought all the meat with them.

If you can't return with a full load, at least a third of this year's clansmen will die!

In that case, then, let these damn Silver Moon Humans all be turned into food to feed the Frost Wolves and their Shadow Moon Clan!

And the reason why he wanted to let the warriors rest for a quarter of an hour, as soon as they came from a long journey, even though the orcs generally had long physical strength and excellent endurance, they could not guarantee the peak combat power after all!

Second, he wants to be able to minimize a little bit of loss.

The first encounter between the two armies is often when morale is at its peak, since the Frostwolf Knight has already inflicted more than half of the wounded on the opposite side.

If a general attack is launched immediately, then these wounded elites can often burst into excellent combat power before they die, inflicting huge casualties on their orcs.

But as long as they wait for a quarter of an hour, the wounded will slowly feel the despair of pain, exhaustion and bleeding in the cold winds of winter!

And this place is extremely far away from Silvermoon City, and in just a quarter of an hour, they can't wait for reinforcements.

At that time, after their Shadow Moon Clan conquered this territory with a full load, presumably those Silver Moon Cavalry can only watch their backs and jump to their feet and scold, right?

The short quarter of an hour was soon lost in the preparation of the orcs and the anxious waiting of the human militia.

The ancient and desolate trumpet sounded again in the cold wind.

The general attack of the main army of the orcs.

It's finally begun.

Just then.

Skyrim to the east

There was already a glimmer of dawn.

dawn

Approximately!