After the orc's figure appeared from the horizon, the entire camp seemed to be ticking as if an ancient clockwork had been tightened for a moment.

At the height of an average human, the limit of sight distance on the plains is generally 46 kilometers.

Therefore, if you see those frostwolf cavalry at this distance, it means that they may only have the last quarter of an hour or so to prepare for battle.

This is still under the premise that those frostwolf cavalry are deliberately conserving the physical strength of their mounts, and at the same time, they do not accelerate in order not to get out of touch with the follow-up large forces.

Since Levi was not in the camp, the united front command of the entire camp was mainly based on the jackal Holtz, supplemented by Fisher, the head of the War Art Regiment.

The experience of others on the battlefield will not be more than that of Hotz, who has fought in the dark regions under the Black Dragon for many years.

But even Holtz is the first time he has encountered such a large-scale war!

Yes!

It's a war!

Unlike when they were in the Dark Regions, their main force consisted of just over 400 gnolls, 300 Dilo dwarves, and more than a dozen ogres.

As for the goblins that are often thousands in size in peacetime, they are just cannon fodder and military rations caught before the battle.

Although the core strength they had at hand at this time was similar to that at that time, the other 7,000 militia regiments were not cheap goblins, and every death was a loss to Zelandia, which would slow down the construction and development of Minas Tirith in the future.

So in order to ensure their safety as much as possible, Holtz directly gave up the advantage of their monitor lizard mount.

Without the protection of their six hundred gnoll inspectors, facing the attack of thousands of orcs, it is bound to be a massacre!

Fortunately, they had combat experience in the defensive battle of the beast tide in the dark region, and at the same time, Levi's side had bought them a precious time to prepare for the battle through the early warning provided to them by Zeellandia Dreamnet.

And the location they chose as their camp was not chosen by blind chickens, this area was at the closest pass between the Griffon Mountains and the main trunk of the Seburing River.

The shortest point was less than a mile, and this was where they had planned to build a temporary wall in case of an attack from the north.

But now they clearly don't have time to build a wall.

It's no problem to build a temporary fortification.

As soon as they received the early warning, they mobilized all the steam-powered engineering vehicles and the assembled troops in accordance with Levi's order to pile up the remaining earthwork of the rubble and the flat foundation that had been blasted on the mountain range today!

To the confusion of all the militiamen, Holtz ordered them to pile up the dirt slope not in a parallel horizontal line, but in the shape of two funnels diagonally inward, and the lower the wall became the further they went.

Also doing this job, Herbert was vaguely aware of their thoughts.

They seem to be consciously attracting the main force of the orcs to attack in the center?

In fact, he guessed correctly, it was not even Levi's request, but the result of an impromptu discussion between Holtz and Fischer.

Because if it is built horizontally, the defense that seems to have no weakness will only attract a high-intensity onslaught of the orcs, which is also indiscriminate.

Their battle-hardened gnolls and grey dwarf infantry may be able to withstand this intensity, but the militia on both flanks may not.

A quarter of an hour was quickly lost under the successive build-up of the militia regiments.

The makeshift fortifications, which were nearly 800 meters long, were stacked to an average height of only ten feet, and due to the slope, meant that the orcs could climb the rudimentary earthen wall in just a few steps.

At this time, even ordinary people could dimly see the figures of those orc legions through the light of the fire lit on the tower.

And even the militia group, which had just come out of the dark region, felt an invisible huge pressure and a sense of powerlessness.

These orcs are just too strong!

Most of them were once more or less professional, and their more than ten years as miners had already developed a strong physique.

But there is a kind of desperation, called racial power suppression!

At least in the militia group, not many people have the confidence to be able to compete with the orcs.

This is true for these former professionals, let alone ordinary people from Silvermoon City who have little combat experience.

Just when the pale-faced Herbert thought that they, the militia, would be pushed to the front row as cannon fodder.

In the light of the night, just as the frostwolf cavalry was approaching, Holtz raised the chainsaw sword that began to roar in his hand and commanded in a loud voice:

"Militia, spear up! Prepare for the wolf riders!

"Archers, shoot freely!

"Gnoll Inspector!

"Grey Dwarf Warband!

"All former Warrior Professionals come with me!

"Move forward!

"Shield!"

So the gray dwarves and gnolls who had already dispersed to the battle line took a step forward with a tower shield that was half a man high, and quickly erected a wall of steel!

Right in the center of the defenses of this shape, the gnoll Holtz, who was faintly more exaggerated than the orcs, slammed a huge shield with a wolf's head engraved on it that was taller than ordinary humans, and the faintly shaking ground let out a low trembling sound.

To his left and right, the shield swordsman Sgard, the minotaur warrior Wren, the orc swordsman Drororu, the alpine barbarian berserker Pantos, and the druid Senarian turned into a giant bear are lined up in an inverted shape with Holtz as an arrow.

It wasn't until this moment that Herbert and the immigrants from Silvermoon City came to terms with an unbelievable truth.

The jackals who were supposed to be the Warlords actually made it to the front row?

But soon he didn't have time to think about it.

Because the archers and mages have already begun to engage the wolf riders!

There was a sharp cracking sound.

One of the unlucky Zeellandia militiamen on the tower was shot through by a wooden javelin on the spot, and the huge kinetic energy pushed him to knock down the wooden fence, and he fell from a great height with a terrible howl.

At the same time, the cloaked archers began to fight back.

Herbert observed for a while, and finally understood why the archers did not choose to shoot.

There are not many of them, but their archery skills are simply terrifying.

Often an arrow is fired, either in the eye of the frost wolf or in the throat of those orc cavalry.

These wolf riders were still on the way to charge, and there were frost wolves who fell silently and rolled out, often knocking over one or two riders behind them.

Herbert was only a little puzzled by how they could aim at the enemy in such light.

Could it be that everyone has solidified a dark vision?

In fact, he really didn't guess wrong, although these drows were not all master bows and arrows, but most of them were the leaders of Gelthorne's master mother family, how could they not know bows and arrows.

And just as the Wolf Rider was finally approaching Zelandia's defenses, the Fischer and their battle tactics finally moved.

Mages have always been selective in their spell memorization according to their needs.

In order to ensure the needs of this infrastructure, in addition to some life-saving protective spells, basically all spell slots are used to memorize fossils into mud and turn mud into stone.

Therefore, the few spell slots they have left are extremely important, and they must be as decisive as possible!

And this time has finally come.

They first used spare mud as stone to strengthen the temporarily cast earth slope.

Then cast a classic spell that has been forgotten by many.

Greasy Surgery 74!

This is an extremely simple trick, and thanks to Zeellandia's unsparing arcane teaching, it is also one of the few tricks where they can construct a spell model directly through the arcane without having to go through the spell slots of the magic web!

But at this moment, this extremely simple trick has built a bloody and cruel death line!

The wolf cavalry in the front row was directly hit, and the frost wolf slid to it with a whimper, and the huge weight of the orcs made them almost touch the ground with a tooth-aching sound.

Either they were trampled to pieces by the wolf riders behind them, or they tripped their fellow citizens, forming a wave of dead domino collapses.

It is conservatively estimated that this greasy technique alone has caused at least a quarter of the more than 3,000 wolf riders of the Shadow Moon Clan to lose!

It's a pity that the orcs are not riding war horses, but frost wolves.

These alert and cunning creatures jumped with all their might as soon as they saw their kind slipping and falling, and flew over the line of death.

After crossing thousands of mountains and thousands of miles, I finally let you and me meet with blood and fire!

"RR! Victory, Death!!"

The orc warriors on the wolf ride waved their long knives one after another, and let out an earth-shattering roar in mid-air!

And the deafening wild roar of Holtz also resounded on the battlefield:

"Strength and glory

"For Zeellandia!

"For Minas Tirith!"

"Zeellandia Militia Regiment!

"Raise your gun!

"Attacking !!"