The lack of effective countermeasures against the saddles and stirrups-armed Templars and Tribal warriors led to the night raid orchestrated by the old shaman.

The old shaman's idea was simple: to prepare to take advantage of the victory in pursuit of the enemy, so that he could defeat the enemy by surprise.

Now that the plan was decided, the old shaman gave the corresponding orders to the soldiers in the camp as soon as possible. He told the soldiers in the camp to recharge their batteries now so that they could prepare for the night attack.

Then, waiting for the minutes and seconds to pass, it was evening in the blink of an eye. The night completely covered the earth, and it was pitch black all around, because there was only the crescent moon in the sky tonight.

As a result, many of the Templars and Tribal warriors in the camp went to bed early. One is because it's too dark to do anything, and the other is because they're leaving tomorrow, and they have to recharge their energy for it.

However, the sentries who were in charge of patrolling and guarding at night were still in good spirits at this time.

However, the defeat during the day and the evacuation orders that followed undoubtedly affected the Templars and Tribal warriors who were patrolling the sentry. As a result, there was no confidence in winning in my heart, and a breath of air dissipated, so I couldn't help but feel a little listless tonight.

"Hey, what's this called!" a Templar sentry on the camp tower let out a long sigh, "I think we're going thousands of miles alone, and everyone is sure of the victory when we set off." But in the end, it turned out to be like this.

The lady also ordered us to leave tomorrow. Are we going to run away in such a mess? Hey, I ask you, but I have a word!"

"Hey, we've come this far, what else is there to say. If you think so much, you might as well take the opportunity to take a break, and you'll be on your way tomorrow. ”

The companion on the side leaned against the shelter with his hands on his chest, but at this time he didn't care about it. The Templar sentry who spoke first couldn't help but be even more discouraged.

But you know, just a few days ago, this companion of his had been fantasizing about killing into Fireblade City. But who would have thought that in just a few days, the situation that was originally beneficial to them has become what it is now.

So with a sigh, he leaned against the leeward with his fellow students.

"Hey, you said we were like this, if the captain found out. Will you scold us?"

"Definitely. The companion nodded, but then smiled, "But don't worry, the captain is also very distraught now, and he has fallen asleep early." I don't have the time to come around now. ”

"Hey, okay!"

sighed involuntarily, but the two of them didn't know. At this very moment, hundreds of orc warriors were quietly approaching.

......

"No, did you hear anything?"

After more than ten minutes, the Templar sentry who spoke first scrambled to his feet. Together, the companions on the side also hurriedly stood up.

"What's the matter, the captain is on patrol?"

"No, it seems to be ......"

Before he finished speaking, in the darkness, a sharp spear rushed straight over. The Templar sentry who was the first to stand up subconsciously dodged sideways. Unexpectedly, this sharp orc spear directly pierced the body of his companion.

"No, night raid, night raid !!"

Seeing this, the sentry hurriedly warned and shouted, but it was too late. To the west of the camp, near Fireblade City, hundreds of orc warriors had already reached the front of the camp at this moment.

One by one, they were heavily armed and armed with heavy iron axes and war hammers, and they directly destroyed the barricades on the outskirts of the camp. Even the relatively weak wooden walls of the camp had been cut into the gaps, allowing the orc warriors who had launched the night raid to rush in with a single blow.

"Set fire to their camp and burn them all!"

The orcs came prepared, and did their homework before coming. A third of the orc warriors carried oil canisters on them, so the moment they broke through the walls and stormed the camp, the orcs began to set fires everywhere to create chaos.

"Damn it, slaughter these damned orcs and drive them out!"

"War horses and food are over there, fire fighting, fire fighting!!"

In the middle of the night, something like this happened suddenly. Even if the Templars and Horde warriors were far from being comparable to ordinary warriors, chaos was inevitable. Some wanted to organize a counterattack and drive the damned orcs out first, while others were busy putting out the fire so as not to lose too much.

Supposedly, there is nothing wrong with either approach. But the only trouble is that these actions are all spontaneous, and there is no dispatch command at all.

Therefore, the camp became a mess. By the time the guards arrived to suppress the chaos in front of them, there were thousands of orcs who took advantage of the chaos to rush into the camp.

"Damn, listen to me, let's kill these damn orcs first, and then talk about putting out the fire!"

The matter of fighting the fire is urgent, but the problem of the orcs is clearly more urgent. It's just that when he was organizing his strength as much as possible to deal with these orcs on the west side of the camp, in the southeast of the camp, the old orc shaman personally led his warriors to kill them.

It turned out that the orcs had planned to attack the West, and the night attack on Fireblade's side was simply to attract the attention of the Templars and the Horde warriors. The real main force of the night attack is still the orc reinforcements led by the old shaman.

"Kill, the spirit of the great ancestors protects us, and we will surely win!"

The old shaman who took the lead really unabashedly exerted all his strength at this time. Holding a heavy iron scepter in his hand, his body is as strong as a miniature version of a giant, not to mention that there is a layer of transparent shield on his body that can be described as tough.

As a result, when he stormed the camp with hundreds or thousands of orc warriors, he was no match for a single Tribal Warrior or Templar.

Hundreds of orc warriors were able to march under his leadership. After all, the old shaman's purpose in launching this night raid was to completely defeat the Horde warriors and Templars.

It's just that the Templars and Tribal warriors are not so vulnerable. When the old orc shaman arrived from the southeast with hundreds of orc warriors, the Templar leader was dragged to the west of the camp.

But after the sudden shouting of killing, the witch Lin, who woke up in the middle of the night, immediately started to respond and dispatch. She first ordered the Guardian Kai to take hundreds of warriors to stop the enemy, and then ordered the Templars and Tribal warriors in the camp to hold their respective areas.

Because it is taboo to blindly move troops at night and with poor visibility. Therefore, she only ordered Kai and them to take charge of the attack, and let the remaining Templars and Tribal warriors in the camp stick to their respective areas and not act freely.

so as not to cause accidental injuries and create greater confusion.