The entry of the Blackstone Collar into the war has brought greater uncertainty to this war. Whether it is the orc side or the Holy Spirit side, they may be within the range of the cannonball at any time.

The battlefield, which was already extremely chaotic, became even more chaotic in the smoke of gunpowder and the sound of explosions. Roars and screams came and went, and the small, dense steel balls, like an invisible killer, sowed fear unscrupulously in the darkness of the night.

Especially for orcs with weak protection, steel balls penetrate into their bodies, and even the self-healing effect is weakened, and their combat ability is greatly reduced. And the Templars, who are well armored and well-protected, although they are burned better, will still penetrate the armor and penetrate into the internal organs if they are too close.

In the worse case, his entire face was swept by steel balls and he died of a head injury.

In a sense, the Templars' defensive capabilities are similar to those of the Blood Warriors, and with the assistance of the Holy Sword Law and the Holy Shield Law, they have the strength to be tough and tough.

However, under the interference of the cannonballs, the formations of both sides were disrupted, and they fought to the death with their individual abilities.

However, there is a moment when any power is exhausted.

The physical strength of orcs is not unlimited, and neither is the power of the Holy Spirit. This war, which everyone had fought so hard from the beginning, began to stop when the sun jumped out of the east and the sun shone over the land.

The reason is simple, almost every side has seen its own losses - patches of fallen corpses, wailing and screaming wounded, and countless shocking charred pits.

The first to react was the orc side, and the huge explosion and crater made them directly think of the scene that happened in the Black Stone Collar. In the face of that kind of terrorist force that has not yet been understood, continuing to fight will only increase casualties.

Moreover, daytime is not suitable for orc combat.

So, at the roar of the three centurions, the orcs began to retreat. And the Holy Spirit Warriors, who had almost exhausted the power of the Holy Spirit, were also almost at the limit, and under the command of Marcellus, the defensive line retreated.

The battle, in a wonderful tacit understanding, ended.

The retreating orc warriors, taking the wounded and some of the corpses as much as possible, as blood food as an offering to the wriggling stomach, retreated into the Vicious Tooth Forest after the Hall of Blood Warriors and Orc Centurions.

In the camp strewn with corpses, Marcellus was holding a great sword in his hand, his face, armor, and cloak were stained with blood, and he was panting violently, and with the power of the Holy Spirit, he slashed at least a dozen orcs, both orc warriors and blood warriors.

Adjutant Missel looked at the shocking battlefield and said in a hoarse voice, "Chief, we have repelled the orcs. ”

"Repel?" "By the light of dawn, Marcellus looked everywhere and saw corpses scattered everywhere, no less than hundreds" Immediately notify the divisions, search the battlefield, rescue the wounded, and count the battle damage. ”

"Understood. ”

"Also, send someone to the castle of the Black Forest, and inform Lord Mister that I have something of great importance to discuss, and that he should come at once. ”

"Understood. ”

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"Lord Marcellus, even you are wounded?" said Marcellus, who had unmounted his armor, was bandaging his wounds when Lord Mister lifted the tent.

"The situation we are facing is worse than this insignificant wound. The blood on Marcellus' face had not yet been cleared, and he had a hideous expression, "Your Excellency, we are in big trouble. ”

"It looks like so. Lord Mister furrowed his brow, and along the way, the most he saw were corpses, and howling wounded, and there were also his subordinates, the Knights of the Dazzling Blades.

"The orcs have brought an extremely powerful weapon. The thought of that terrible explosion of unknown origin brought a strong indignation to Marcellus's expression: "It produces a thunderous explosion, a volcanic fire, and a hurricane-like impact, the power of which I have never seen before." ”

"I heard thunder. Lord Mister frowned tightly, "There was a continuous thunder, and standing on the wall, I could even see a fleeting flash of fire. ”

"That's right!" Marcellus grimaced, "damn orcs! That terrible thing has disrupted my formation, for which we have paid seventeen lives, and each of them has been a favorite of the Holy Spirit, a true warrior. Lucky Jack, my cousin, his whole face is rotten like a dense honeycomb. Oh my God, what kind of weird witchcraft it was, the Holy Blessing Decree, didn't save him. ”

"Lucky Jack, the brown-haired, deep-eyed warrior who doesn't smile, I am deeply impressed by him, and at the same time I feel very sorry for it. Lord Mister sighed heavily, "Marcellus, you have proved your bravery to the Holy Spirit through a terrible battle. ”

Marcellus smiled miserably, "Do you know how much we lost in battle?, seventeen Templars were killed, and twenty-one were wounded to varying degrees. Eighty-nine of the Holy Spirit Knights were killed and forty-seven seriously wounded. Sixty-eight knights of the Black Forest were killed and fifty-nine were seriously wounded. The lightly wounded don't even need to be counted, and last night's battle killed a total of 178 people, which is equivalent to the loss of most of the combat effectiveness. ”

Lord Mister fell silent, and the entire town of Daotan had less than six hundred men, with a terrifying half killed and seriously wounded.

"Your Excellency. Marcellus clenched his fists and slammed his hammer on the table, his face fierce and fierce, "The Church must do more help, we need more Templars! and high-ranking priests who have mastered the laws of healing and healing, otherwise those who are seriously injured will not survive much." ”

"I know that you have a long relationship with His Majesty the Holy Emissary of War. Therefore, I earnestly ask you to describe the situation here to His Majesty. Best, we can have the Templars. Marcellus stared at Lord Mister with a pair of tiger eyes, "Otherwise, this place will be lost sooner or later, and Waterdeep is the next target." ”

"And......," Marcellus looked at Lord Mister meaningfully, "you don't want to lose the territory you just acquired, do you?"

After a long period of silent thought, Lord Mister slowly raised his head, "I promise that His Majesty will hear your plea, and that the rampant orcs will pay the price in blood. ”

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"Cunning human! cunning human!"

At the same time, there was an angry roar in the orc camp in the Vicious Tooth Forest, and four orc priests and three orc centurions stood in the stone cavern, roaring angrily.

"In the name of my ancestors, I curse them! curse these vile and shameless human beings, who have no glory as warriors at all. They are only good at dark and vicious sorcery!"

"Elder Ilsa. Elder Molik, who had seen the mines in the Blackstone Collar with his own eyes, slammed the bone staff and hissed in a hoarse voice, "This is far less terrible than the Blackstone Collar, at least our warriors fought bravely and tenaciously. Instead of being like the Black Stone Leader, he didn't even see a figure and was wiped out. ”

"What kind of sorcery is that, Morik, not even the fear of birth can be broken!" said Ilsa, who was wearing a hired helmet and missing half of his fangs, in a grim tone, "The Overseer's army has not yet arrived, and our losses have been more than half. The wriggling stomach and the cradle of blood are starving! This is a disgrace, a great disgrace!"

"Ilsa, I can't describe it. The strange failure flashed through Molik's mind, and he shook his head slowly, "I have prayed for the enlightenment and guidance of my ancestors for this—but to no avail. Cunning humans, we must hurry up if we learn witchcraft from nowhere, they may also be laying witchcraft traps on the front lines here. ”

"We don't have enough blood to eat. The orc centurion, who thought that his face was scarred with a slanted bayonet, said in a thick and thick voice with a bit of sarcasm, "You have sacrificed the fear of birth and defiled the ancestral heroic spirits. Otherwise, we may be able to break through the defense line and grab more flesh this morning. ”

"Otherwise, there is no other in the dictionary of warriors, only victory or defeat. Tamrak, Camuro's prowess is no worse than yours. Elder Morrick sneered.

"Shut up. "An orc elder with a blood-red scepter in his hand and a blood-red animal skin has only one blood-red eye, and the other eye socket is hollow.

"Mockery does not hide defeat, and arguments do not lead to victory. "That mighty one-eyed swept around" Lord Zuhenis, the commander of the Eastern Front, has won a big victory in Waterdeep, and our defeat is even more dazzling. But perhaps, there is another reason for this failure, and you have all proven your prowess to the Commanders. ”

"So, it looks like we're going to ask the Black Rod Council to make a decision!"

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