The blood-colored remnant sun shrouded the blood-colored earth, and the sunset stained the bloody battlefield like blood.

In the course of an afternoon, the onslaught of the Black Iron Dwarves, regardless of casualties, shook the will of the orcs.

The seemingly calm night is just an illusion of raging rage.

Unlike the illuminated positions of the Black Iron Dwarves, the orc camp was silent, and the lighting of the campfire made the whole camp even more lonely.

At the observation post where the chief of the guard is located, the field of view is so large that it is impossible to grasp the dynamics of the entire battlefield, so if you want to know what is going on, you can only do it after summarizing the information of all the observation points and then sorting out and analyzing it.

The campfire was lit behind the backlit rocks, and the hot barbecue had cooled by the time it reached the head of the guard.

However, the chief guard was reluctant to leave the observation point, this war was too important, if he didn't see it with his own eyes, who would have thought that under the ground, the black iron dwarves actually contained such a powerful power.

What you see and hear must be recorded and conveyed to His Majesty Carlos, otherwise the unprepared Alterac army will suffer a great loss.

The chief guard thought deeply, far away.

In the second half of the night, the No. 1 observation post, which originally consisted of only two people, welcomed back two groups of mobile observation sentinels, and after simply stuffing some food to satisfy their hunger, the sentries reported to the chief of the guard what they had detected.

"The black iron dwarves dug up the water source of the orc camp, and the orcs won't last long."

Although this news was important, the chief of the guard gave a harsh criticism to his subordinates.

These two guys actually took advantage of the chaos of poor scheduling in the war, touched the rear of the Black Iron Dwarf, and found that the Black Iron Dwarf's engineers were drilling deep wells to pump water, preparing to intercept the underground water veins flowing through the orc camp.

After scratching his tongue, the Black Iron Dwarf's plan is no longer secret from humans.

"Those basilisks, the same ones that summoned the rain of fire, are a little strange. If they're summons of the Black Iron Dwarves, they don't look like them. We didn't dare to get too close, so we could only observe with binoculars and draw some portraits. ”

Although the other group did not bring back any refreshing information, the thick stack of papyrus sketches, vividly outlining the appearance of those mysterious creatures, is not small.

There were still several groups of people outside, the fog of the battlefield had not yet been completely peeled off, and the puzzle of this war was still messy, but from the perspective of military observers, the chief of the guard thought that the orcs should consider preparing for a breakthrough.

If you have a mental calculation or no intention, you have lost the opportunity, and if you don't leave, I'm afraid you won't be able to go.

The others also agreed with the judgment of the chief of the guard, this war, the orcs want to win, it is a little difficult, and Baohe is already the best situation.

Therefore, I am afraid that the observation point will need to be relocated and moved its personnel to the north in order to better observe.

"Hurry up and sleep for a while, and set off in the middle of the night, and inform the No. 2 observation post to follow your group to the north, and then move the observation position of your group to the north. Well, tell the rest of Observation Post 2 not to go to the assembly point and retreat directly to the support station in the Sea of Ashes. ”

After thinking about it in his heart for a while, the chief of the guard made arrangements for the deployment of personnel.

Almost at the same time, the orc camp.

"Overseer, the warriors who went north for help have returned."

"So fast?"

Contrary to the external calm, inside the Overseer's tent, the orc officers were arguing, some thought that they should hold on and wait for help, some thought that they should take advantage of the night assault, some thought that retreat was the best option, and some even proposed a counteroffensive to the melting pot, which was a big deal to change homes.

And whoever holds the opinion of the person who holds it has shut his mouth when he hears the news.

"Let him in."

The Overseers, who had been suspicious, were relieved to see the orcs who were dying and being carried into the tent on a stretcher.

"Spiders, crystal spiders. The tunnels to Danmoro are filled with crystal spiders. After the others fought to the death, they asked me to come back and report the news. ”

After saying this with difficulty, the orc, covered in crystal scars, passed out.

"Hmph, little trick, how long can those eight-legged reptiles live without food."

The Orc Overseer pretended to be relaxed and casually commented.

The guards were motioned to carry the wounded down to recuperate.

"Gather another team of warriors, give them the best equipment, and be sure to break through the blockade and pass the news to the people of Dan Morrow."

Turning to his lieutenant, the Overseer turned his attention back to the previous issue, how the Orcs of the Scorching Canyon should face their enemies.

In the Burning Plains, and further south in Alwin, where the main force of hundreds of thousands of orcs remained, the Overseers did not take the Black Iron Dwarves seriously, and he had always believed that victory would eventually belong to the Horde.

Currently, the path south to the Burning Plains is cut off by the Black Iron Dwarves. But there is no need to ventilate the news themselves, and the convoy transporting supplies to the north will be able to report the anomaly to the Grand Chief Orgrim in three to five days at most, and at most ten days, the orcs of the Burning Plains will come and crush the black dwarf who is not capable of doing anything to scum.

As a result, the Overseers tended to stay on the sidelines.

His only concern was that the Black Iron Dwarves would once again attack the camp with that kind of rain of fire, and that would be a big problem.

However, the warlocks under his command repeatedly assured that such a spell would inevitably take a long time to prepare, and it would not be without warning, and the destruction of the wolf cavalry was the commander's underestimation and ignorance, and as long as the orc battalion had its own presence, it would be impregnable.

The morale of his men was high, the warlocks boasted about their lives, and the seemingly lively meetings in the Overseer's tent continued until dawn, when news of the depletion of the groundwater was reported.

In the scorching canyon, drinking water is obtained through deep wells that open underground water veins, and there is not a drop of surface water in the entire area. By order of the Overseers, this news was sealed.

Cutting off the water must have been done by the Black Iron Dwarves, and none of the orcs had any doubts about it.

The water is enough for a day.

Then the previous military strategy must be changed, and the army of the Black Iron Dwarves must be broken head-on, otherwise it will be difficult for the entire battalion to hold out until reinforcements arrive.

Thinking about the comparison of the strength of the two sides in his heart, he still has more than 8,000 orc warriors who dare to fight, and there are about 40,000 black iron dwarves.

One beats five...... It seems that he still has a great advantage.

By the time the Orc Overseers had made up their minds to attack head-on, the sky was already faintly bright.

On the Black Iron Dwarf's side, General Angover was furious at Agmanch.

"The Great is burning the plains to buy time for our actions, and the Great Thoresen himself is in battle to buy time for us. And you told me that the puppet legion that the Black Iron Dwarves are proud of cannot be used, and that you are treason! Agmanch, you are treason! Yesterday, if the puppet legions could go into battle, yesterday we could crush those orcs to scum! ”

"Don't yell at me, Angover, you're a general, and so am I. There is a flaw in the technique given by the fire demon, do you dare to yell at Freiras? ”

The puppet commander Agmanch retorted in a deep voice.

"Tell me when it will be fixed."

"By noon tomorrow, half of the combat puppets should be repaired."

"Then it's half. Time is ticking, and if we can't end the battle before the orcs of the Burning Plains break through the blockade, we'll all wait to face the Emperor's wrath! ”

"Can't you let the fire demons use that spell again?"

Agmanch suggested.

"Haha, good idea, you go talk to them?"

In the face of Angover's sarcasm, Agmanch no longer answered, but turned around and left.

Using the new power core provided by the Fire Demon, the Black Iron Dwarf's combat puppets actually lay down en masse after a long march.

Agamanch decided to take matters into his own hands and repair two more. (To be continued.) )