Bethlehem's climate is getting warmer, but the air is filled with the throbbing of the storm. [Full text reading.]

The news of the orc's invasion of Bethlehem is reaching the hinterland of the continent through various news channels, but after all, it is too far away, and the inland country is just a look of good show, everyone knows that if the barbarians do not cooperate, the orc army will not be able to cross smoothly from Bethlehem, and if you want to invade the central continent, you need to cross the barrier of Eastton, the first power in the north, and you don't need to bear it in a few years

On the fifteenth day of the invasion of Beiserem, the figure of the orc army was already floating on the plain of Bethlehem, followed by the earth-shattering war drums, the rough and flamboyant battle flags obscured the clouds, and an army of about 13,000 men crossed the Sharon River across Bethlehem, throwing down countless rafts and river crossing tools along the way, and after letting it go down the river to the west, they established a foothold along the coast, set up camp, built pontoon bridges, and prepared for the arrival of the subsequent army.

Due to the long-term confrontation between the Orc Kingdom and the Easton Empire, the long border line made the originally barren country have to maintain the establishment of twenty legions, but this time seven legions were dispatched at once, each legion is about 8,000 people, plus the same number of auxiliaries, the total number of people has exceeded 100,000, which is already the limit of what logistics can provide.

Unlike the human army, there is a great shaman in each orc legion, that is to say, there are a total of eight great shamans in this battle, and their strength is equivalent to the arcane mages of the human world, which is much inferior to the imperial period when hundreds of shamans fought at every turn in the heyday, but with the number of sharp decreases. The status of shamans has also risen, and in place of ordinary clergy, there are even lower orc witch sacrifices.

At this time, the reflection of swords and armor was everywhere in the city of Beiselen, and the solemn atmosphere spread and flowed on the city walls, and the Templar swordsman was responsible for guarding the front, and the number of auxiliary guards of each swordsman had increased to more than ten for the first time. The reserve weapons for replacement also reached eight spears per man. Five swords, an astonishing degree of three-sided kite-shaped cards, and all auxiliaries are dressed in leather armor, equipped with nets and short swords. As for the other kinds of fire oil, bows and arrows, firewood and grass, and putret tanks for defending the city, they were also extremely well prepared because of the abundant stock of Beiselen.

However, even if these improvised soldiers had been mentally prepared, most of them turned pale when they saw the dense orcs spread out almost like a carpet, and heard the loud noise. My heart was weak for a while, and I thought that in a few days, there might be several times as many orc troops here. They were even more terrified.

The short sword in the hand of a soldier fell to the ground, and the sound of "dang long" was very clear around the dull city, and he was suddenly startled, and when he bent down and picked up the short sword tremblingly, he found that the calves of many earthlings were also trembling.

In the orc camp, thick wooden stakes were first driven into the ground by Lisuo, and hemp ropes were wrapped around them to build a simple wooden platform similar to an altar. An orc witch priest with a brilliant feather first walked around the stage. Then he jumped down, lying on his stomach and pounding the ground hard. Raising his hands to the sky again, he seemed to be able to feel his mouth muttering something from a long distance, and then he suddenly jumped up like crazy, and surrounded *** over and over again, and immediately followed by several female werewolves holding bronze basins, and every step of the witch sacrifice must reach into the basin and sprinkle a string of silver powder.

Many orcs raised their weapons and roared, and everyone felt the brutal aura from the wild highlands, and a dull depression could not help but arise in their chests.

"What is he doing?" said Hedamic curiously.

"Worship the god of war that the orcs believe in, and by the way, check if there are magic traps at their feet," Rust Priest snorted: "After the third battle on the continent, the orcs have suffered too much from human magicians, and the most lethal of them is the magic trap, so they will carefully check it before every battle, wait, and later they will sacrifice living people." ”

As if to confirm what he had said, hundreds of stout orc soldiers burst out of the ranks, each escorting a dejected barbarian captive, and slowly walked towards the city walls. One of the leading orcs scurried towards Beiselen with a fluffy white-haired banner in his hand, and when he was out of range of his bow and arrows, he threw the flagpole into the ground, glanced defiantly at the city, hammered his chest with all his might, and let out a great roar.

At the same time, all the orcs raised their axes at the same time, and cut off the heads of the captives in front of them, so that even standing at the head of the city, they seemed to be able to smell the thick bloody breath that diffused from them.

Under the command of the lead orc, they piled all the heads under the banner to form a mound of human heads that jutted out of the ground.

"This is the Flag Sacrifice Ceremony," Rust Priest dismissed and spat out, "Savage!"

Hedamic made a smack sound from his mouth, and he glanced at the Rust Priest with a strange expression, and said, "Lord Priest, how do you know so much about the orcs, could it be their spy?"

Looking at Hedamik's suspicious eyes, Rust Sacrifice was so angry that his mouth opened, and he just wanted to open his mouth to defend himself, but he was unexpectedly poured into his mouth by a few cold winds, and he couldn't help coughing violently, and his face suddenly turned red, which made Hedamic stunned at first, and then laughed, which immediately diluted the solemn atmosphere around him a lot.

"We've fought against sporadic orc tribes in the Eastern Continent before, so we know a little bit about it," said one of the Templar swordsman captains standing nearby, "I didn't expect the sacrificial rituals to be similar, but the orc rituals were bloodier and more barbaric. ”

Hedamic suddenly approached and asked secretly, "Do you think these orcs are much different from what you have encountered?"

"It's hard to say that there is no official battle, but ......" The Templar swordsman captain's voice was not loud, but everyone standing nearby could hear it clearly, and he said calmly: "We are fighting with the Celestial Cultists in the Western Continent, unless we are cut off logistics, even heavy cavalry will not be able to break through our Templar swordsmen in the open plain to form an infantry phalanx, although it is now on the city wall, but with the help of auxiliary troops, and the strong city walls and fortifications of Beiselen, there is no problem in defending the city!"

The Marshall team sighed at this moment and said: "It's a pity, if there are enough troops, they can attack with all their strength when the orcs cross the river, not only can they test their combat effectiveness, but also can definitely slow down their pace of crossing the river." ”

The Templar swordsman captain said coldly, "Can't you think of the orcs, they must have been prepared for a long time!"

"Hmph!" Captain Marshall glanced at the other man obliquely, saying that he might not be the Templar's opponent when fighting alone, but he thought he could hold the other party safe by leading the Knights into battle. Thinking of this, he sighed again: "If we have enough manpower, as long as we spend a little time building fortifications in front of the river beach, the buffer space will be greatly increased." ”

But he knew that this was just a luxury, for the Sharon River was not wide, but it traversed the whole of Bethlehem, and the orc soldiers were strong enough to swim from any point with their weapons, and they could not arrange such a long defensive position, and at best they could only slow down the pace for a few days.

Although Luo Lan, who was not far away, stared at the orc position in front of him, he heard this conversation clearly, he suddenly turned his head and said in a deep voice: "It may not be impossible to impact it once now." ”

"What, now?" Captain Marshall was taken aback.

"Yes, it's now!" Luo Lan's deep eyes flashed with light, and he said slowly: "The best time to attack is when you cross the river, since we think so, then the orcs must also think so, so now they must be a little relaxed, and now their physical strength is greatly depleted, you are not without a chance." ”

Irina, who was standing behind Luo Lan, glanced at him meaningfully and smiled silently.

"But ......"

Captain Marshall looked ahead, and gradually frowned, this distance is not long, it is not short, if you take the risk, it may be possible to succeed, in case of failure, you can evacuate in time, but the loss is unavoidable, is it worth it? But in an instant, he found that his subordinates were looking at him with an expectant gaze, he was stunned, and then suddenly realized that he had to fight this time!

Because that's exactly what they need! They need to use the blood of the enemy to boost their morale!

Not only that, but it was also an opportunity for the Bishop to give himself, because he was not yet fully integrated into the community, and he had to prove his worth with a victory!

His expression gradually became resolute, and he said in a deep voice: "Lord Bishop, leave it to me!"

Luo Lan nodded, stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, but didn't say anything.

After Marshall agreed, he hurriedly went down the city wall to gather his subordinates, but he didn't feel anything just now, but when he thought about it carefully, he felt a little heavy in his heart, after all, he was used to seeing Netomund's endless intrigues, he was quite jealous of this, and was afraid that this time it was also the Bishop's strategy, so that he could take the opportunity to get rid of himself, after all, he was once the opponent of the Bishop, but at this moment, he was ready to send it!

Looking at the rattling gate, he gritted his teeth fiercely, pulled out his sword with a "bang", waved at the cavalry queue behind him, and said: "To defend the glory! For the sake of faith! Knights, advance!"