And at this very moment, when three hundred Templars on war horses rushed out under the leadership of Mamoru Mori.

On the walls of Xiping City, Wu Lin, who was the commander-in-chief, was also silently watching this scene.

The plan for this night raid was proposed by the Templar leader Mamoru Mori. Some time ago, the Wyvern Knights and Griffin Knights shone on the battlefield. Many Templars were envious of this, and longed to be like them in the battle of glory.

Because of this, the leader of the Templar Warrior took the initiative to fight tonight.

Tonight, however, he wanted to prove that even without flying mounts, they were no worse servants of God than those who guarded the Holy Land.

It's just that in this regard, the witch Lin, as the commander-in-chief, still can't help but be a little worried.

So standing on the city wall, she looked in the direction of the orc camp without blinking her eyes.

"It's here, they're done!"

In the middle of the night, the dark orc camp suddenly lit up with fire. At first it was vague, but it soon became one. But the tent where they lived was burned, and the sound of wailing and screaming was faintly heard.

Seeing this, everyone on the city wall couldn't help but hold their breath, not only the witch Lin, but even Zhu Xiao couldn't help but hold their breath.

Only bring a mere 300 people to attack the orc camp of tens of thousands of people. Even if this is a Templar who has been blessed by Liang Tian, it will not be possible to escape the annihilation of the whole army.

Therefore, Zhu Xiao and others also admired the courage of Shou and others. Therefore, I really hope that they can return triumphantly.

"Whew, here, here. ”

Holding his breath and concentrating, his eyes did not blink, and he did not dare to breathe for a while. A pair of men returned from the orc camp with torches, and when these people walked in and watched intently, they officially went to the guard and the others who attacked the enemy camp at night.

However, compared to when they went, when they returned, their numbers were obviously much thinner. Of the three hundred, only two hundred and forty-five remained, and they were still covered in blood. But when these people entered, they could also see that each of the returnees had a blood-dripping orc head tied to their horses.

Among them, the leader of the Templars, Shou, was carrying a blood-dripping head dressed as an orc shaman. It's really worth the trip, as soon as he makes a move, he kills a noble orc shaman among the hosts.

Therefore, the moment the more than 200 Templars entered the city, there was a burst of cheers in the city. Even far away in the orc camp, Davout, the commander of the orc coalition who walked out of the tent after being neatly clothed, heard it clearly.

So by the early morning of the next day, all the utensils in Davout's tent had been completely changed. Furious, he didn't smash anything, if he hadn't been able to do it, he really felt like he could have demolished the tent together.

But at this moment, it was not only Davout who was angry about this, but also the great patriarch of the Starbow Tribe, Chagan, who was also gritting his teeth with hatred.

But the hundreds of people who were killed by the surprise attack in the night were all members of his Starbow tribe, including the shaman who was killed. As soon as he found Dawu, who was the commander of the coalition forces, he gritted his teeth and said, "The battle to attack the northwest fortress will be left to our Starbow tribe."

In this regard, Dawu was naturally happy to see it, and directly agreed without thinking about it.

But I never expected that it would be the afternoon before the orc army had built siege equipment and was about to attack. A Davout cronie who had rushed from Jiandun City non-stop suddenly arrived.

"The eldest prince, it's not good, it's not good. ”

The cronies traveled day and night, and traveled for several days in a row. The whole person was so tired that he was about to collapse, but at this moment, he still didn't care about resting, and when he saw Dawu, he had to hurry to report.

Davout couldn't help but pour him a glass of water, let him sit down, and take a breath before talking. But I was afraid that this cronie would not be able to breathe and faint again. But the cronies were obviously not in the mood to drink water at this moment, and they didn't even wait for that breath to be even, so they hurriedly said: "The eldest prince, the king, he is dead!"

"What, what do you say!"

Davout, who was still pretending to be happy and angry, suddenly had a feeling of five thunderbolts at this moment. Suddenly, the whole person was stunned. He got up from his seat in a trance, and then fell down again.

Then, when he got up from the ground, he couldn't help but see him grasping the collar of the cronie and saying, "What the hell is going on, he died a few days ago." What about the throne, to whom did the throne pass, and why didn't I get the news until now!?"

Obviously, Davout's real concern is not the life or death of his labor, but the ownership of the throne.

However, his cronies were so panicked, and Davout also secretly thought that the throne had nothing to do with him. But if you don't really confirm it, it's always hard to give up.

But when his cronies spoke, Davout suddenly became disheartened.

"The king died six days ago. On his deathbed, the king passed the throne and the position of the great patriarch to Uwu, and received the testimony of the great shaman. ”

"No, it can't be, it can't be!"

Davout went crazy. What I cared about the most, and thought it would be nine out of ten, suddenly had nothing to do with me. This kind of thing happens to anyone, and everyone will find it unbearable.

So holding his head, Davout finally spurted out a mouthful of blood. Then the whole person straightened up and passed out to the ground. The cronies on the side were startled, and they threw themselves on Davout and let out a wail.

......

"No, no!"

In the middle of the night, Davout wakes up from a nightmare. But he dreamed of him being executed by his brother Ubu. He was terrified and terrified.

But when he took a deep breath to calm down, he looked up and found that the shaman Hanfeng was sitting on the edge of his bed at this moment. This made Dawu instantly feel like he had found his backbone.

Busy couldn't help but look at the shaman and said: "Master, my father is dead, and he passed on the throne and the position of the great patriarch to Wuwu. I don't have anything left now. Master, what should I do, what should I do!?"

"Great Prince, you calm down first, calm down!"

Hold the eldest prince's hand so that he is not so panicked. Then seeing that Dawu temporarily calmed down and regained his senses, it can be said that the shaman Hanfeng, who was both prosperous and lossy with Dawu, gritted his teeth and said: "Who said you have nothing. Don't you still have more than 10,000 warlike tribal warriors today?

These are the best of the best of the best in the tribe. With them, why can't you snatch back the throne that belongs to you. ”

"You mean...... But, will they obey my orders?"

"Your brother Ubu poisoned and killed your father, thus usurping the throne that rightfully belongs to you. Fear that things will be exposed, and you and the generals of the Horde Expeditionary Force will be killed. Isn't it natural for you to take the warriors of your tribe back and kill them?"

"I, I see, I see!"