The low, desolate sound of the trumpet, with a deep echo, circled twice in the sky before descending to the ground.

With the landing of the last trumpet, the gate of the Ramil fortress slowly opened, and the black army rushed out, suddenly occupying the open space in front of the city gate.

The cavalry in all white armor, the neat and mighty lineup, the silver-white armor, and the sharp spear, shining in the sunlight, are not angry and arrogant.

Ramil Fortress is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it is often human warriors who resist the attacks of demonic beasts in the city, but today the humans have made a move, they have opened the gates of the city that have never been opened, and launched a provocation against the orc camp with their cold weapons.

In the distance, in the camp of the orcs, Kom stood in front of the beast ** army with a deep face, looking at a little in the distance, as if thinking about something.

"King, the human race has sent troops! We can't sit still! "The cyclops, as the leader of the minotaurs and the general of this beast army, took the initiative to invite the battle after seeing the movements of the humans.

With his angry shout, the orcs, who had been eager to try, also boiled, and their big thick feet stomped the ground, venting their dissatisfaction.

Long, short, intermittent, complete, low, hoarse, high-pitched, and strange high-pitched howls resounded in the ranks of the orcs, at first only one or two, but soon one after another, and then mixed into a succession of mountain cries and tsunamis, which were the only cries and slogans of the orcs, and even reverberated over the earth because of the number of people......

Under the city wall, a group of cavalry were originally full of confidence, but when they heard this violent roar, they still suppressed their breath......

Looking at the beast ** army in the distance, which was not inferior to their own side, watching the smoke and dust covering the sky, feeling the killing and ferocity overflowing in that roar, at that moment they even felt that the little courage they had was gradually being destroyed.

"Fight!" Seeing his morale skyrocketing, Kom no longer hesitated and issued an order.

At the sound of the order, the orcs' war drums were beaten.

Unlike the whimpering trumpets of the human army, the drums of the orc tribe raindrops are more rapid and inspiring.

In the dense and powerful drum beat, the vanguard of the orcs slowly came out, which was a fierce orc infantry composed of hundreds of people.

They had green skin, sturdy muscles, pointed fangs peeking out of the corners of their mouths, and each holding a giant plate axe in their hands, hissing and fierce.

Especially the first one, with only one glance, the beast's eyes were round, and it seemed that they were all bloodshot, and the man raised a heavy hammer that was obviously twice as large as the orc infantry, pointed at the sky, and roared: "For the tribe! For the Beastmaster! ”

The rumbling sound immediately spread throughout the orc ranks, and there was no need to agree, and the voices among the orcs rang out one after another.

The blood of the orcs boiled. They are a warlike race by nature, and they are not afraid of any force!

As the drums beat again, the orc infantry began to charge.

In less than half a moment, they had already rushed to the city in a hurry, and without the order of the commander, the plate axes in their hands had already danced, and the power like a violent wind looked straight at the chests of the human warriors, although the human cavalry was strong, but they still could not withstand the brute force of the beasts in front of them.

Bang! Rumble! Bang! Rumble!

The plate axe tore through the armor of the human troops, and the wails and shouts were incessant, and blood, stumps and broken arms were all over the plains. Each orc infantry was extremely ferocious, almost worthy of three or four cavalrymen. Moreover, they did not seem to fear death, and at every time the orc infantry fell, another companion rushed forward more and more bravely.

There is no doubt that the scales of the first encounter are in favor of the orcs.

"Impossible, how could those beasts defeat our Silver Lance Legion!" The commander of the front line, Marshal Piri of the Northern Moon Empire, roared angrily, and he slapped the table angrily, and the major generals next to him did not dare to make a sound.

"An entire legion can be crushed by less than a thousand orc infantry, I want you to give me a reasonable explanation!"

Piri's pure white beard fluttered angrily, and he had never lost so badly in a hundred battles. The war had only just begun, and such a situation had occurred, and the morale could be said to have plummeted, and the subsequent battles did not have to be fought.

What's more, the legion he was proud of was disgraced in front of other empires, and if it weren't for the fact that this place belonged to the North Moon, he would not have received the title of commander-in-chief. This was not the first time he had participated in a war, but his desire to underestimate the enemy and his desire to stand up in front of Shikoku had made him lose his old judgment.

He actually left the armies of other countries idle, and sent the Silver Spear Legion of the Northern Moon Empire alone. The Silver Spear Legion is the legend of Beiyue, and it is the pride of his life, he originally thought that it would be a victorious battle, but he didn't expect to end up in the current situation. Looking at the gloomy face of His Majesty not far away, Piri knew what would await him if he was defeated!!

"Marshal, the orcs are already stronger than us humans. In hand-to-hand combat, we will not have an advantage, I suggest sending out heavy cavalry troops! A bearded general said on his own. He is General Robert of the Northern Moon Empire, and he is also the commander of Ramiel's city defense army, he is in his forties, but he has been dealing with orcs for nearly twenty years, and he knows the advantages and disadvantages of both orcs and humans.

Orcs, physically strong and wild, are far from being matched by human soldiers. Even an adult orc with no training can defeat a warrior from a regular human army. However, they also have a fatal weakness. That is, the individual ability is close to invincible, but they do not cooperate without authorization, and their limbs are developed and simple-minded. One orc can hold off five human soldiers, but a group of orcs is no match for the same number of human cavalry troops.

Therefore, every war between orcs and humans is crushed by the charge of human cavalry troops.

"Yes, I agree with it too! Let's break the orc formation with our allied cavalry, and then it's the harvest! The young leader of the Western Chu Empire echoed. He is known as Mighty, in his twenties, white and pure, it is said that he was promoted to the army as a small leader because of some relationship, and this time he was called a general because of Long Tian's disappearance. This time, the number of human armies far exceeded that of orcs, and he thought that his chance for meritorious promotion had come, and he had always been greedy for life and afraid of death, and he actually volunteered to join this war.

"Marshal, we need a victory to boost morale! Give the order! ”

The other generals at the city gate chimed in, waiting for Marshal Piri to give the order to attack.

Marshal Piri, on the other hand, clenched his hands into fists, his body trembled slightly, and he did not give the order for a long time.

Yes, the battle-hardened marshal was hesitating, he did not dare to give this order at will. After all, if the cavalry unit is greatly damaged, then there is no need to fight the battle later, and no force can resist the iron axe of the orcs; But the first battle was lost, morale was low, and if there was no hearty victory, the subsequent battles would be extremely difficult.

Send? Or not send?

Marshal Piri pondered for a long time, and finally slapped the table, "Pass my order, the four empires will each send elite cavalry legions to charge tomorrow morning, I want these rabbit cubs to taste the power of the imperial iron cavalry!" ”

His decision came from the thinking of a quick battle, to maximize the advantage, and then with the overwhelming superiority in numbers, to annihilate the orc forces in one fell swoop, the victory of the war must belong to the four empires.

And in the orc tribe, they are still immersed in the joy of winning the first battle.

"King, the humans are too weak, they are no match for our orc forces at all!" One of the leaders of the fox tribe said smugly.

Less than a thousand orc infantry actually defeated the human cavalry legion, and everyone thought that humans were far from being the match for orcs. This arrogance was rife among the orc tribes, and even the young Beastmaster Kom thought so.

Perhaps humans are too comfortable, they are no match for orcs for a long time, and there is no need to rely on shamans for protection.

"King, dispatch our wild Minotaur troops, and we can sweep away the rabble of the human race."

The Wild Minotaur Troop is the most elite regular force of the Orc Tribe.

In addition to the royal family's Beamon Guard Legion, which is more powerful than them, the Wild Minotaur army is the most powerful. Their bodies were terrifyingly strong, with bodies as high as three meters, and stone pillars weighing more than 100 catties lying horizontally in their hands. Moreover, unlike ordinary orc soldiers, their stone pillars can be shattered with a certain probability under the hammer blow infused with great force.

Smash is a condition that stuns enemies for a short time.

A dizzy state of one to two seconds is lethal on the battlefield, allowing the fierce and wild Minotaur troops to be invincible and sweep away thousands of troops.

If the shaman's bloodthirsty magic can be blessed, then the state of the wild minotaur is not just wild, but crazy, murderous madness, and no one can resist the blood-boiling wild minotaur.

"That's right! Our side does not have an advantage in numbers, and we can't afford to consume it, so we can only fight quickly. Qian Shao said excitedly, he had long wanted to see the majesty of the Minotaur, and this was an excellent opportunity.

"Battle !!"

The young beastmaster did not hesitate, and his roar made the blood boil of everyone present

The dramatic decisions of both sides unwittingly brought the main event of the war ahead of schedule. The heavy cavalry of the human race is the ace against the orcs, they wear neat and thick armor, leaving only the gap between the mouth, nose and eyes, and they are lined up in neat square formations, with spears in their hands and fine horses under their hips; On the orc side were nearly a thousand orc infantry, plus more than a hundred wild minotaurs, their upper bodies were naked with bronzed skin, and their mouths were humming. The wild minotaur troops were all holding huge stone pillars weighing 100 catties in their hands, coupled with a huge body more than three meters high, which was extremely terrifying.

"For the Horde!"

"For the sake of honor!"

As the shouts rang out, the two sides began to clash. As General Robert had predicted, as long as the human cavalry charged in a neat formation, the orcs would not be able to maintain their formation, and the terrain here was a flat plain, and the advantage was even greater.

Snort! Poof! Bang bang!

The spears glistened in the sunlight, keeping the orc soldiers from opening their eyes, and spears pierced their chests. Except for the wild minotaurs, with their thick bodies, who could barely withstand the power of heavy cavalry charges, those ordinary orc infantry ushered in only death.

Blood stained the earth, and the orcs saw their companions fall one by one, and each heavy cavalry charge brought only fear, only death, and they were like the reaping of death, leaving no one alive.

soon

The smoke of gunfire was everywhere, the orc forces were crushed, and only the wild minotaur troops were alive, but their standing bodies looked so desolate and desolate under the breeze of the battlefield; On the side of the human heavy cavalry, it was a very small loss. Their tiger formation, the evil aura that exudes from their blood-stained armor, are like death pouring out of hell in the sunlight.

"Retreat!"

Behind the orc army, looking at the chaotic battlefield, Com's face was dark, and he finally gave the order to retreat.