For a whole day, the whole of Luogudan was building the fortifications of the inner city.

At this time, the warriors of Luogudan could not get too close to the ruins of the outer city, which was sealed off by venom, and the orcs could operate freely in the poison, but as soon as humans or elves were contaminated with the strange voodoo, they would immediately lose their lives.

In the blink of an eye, dusk has arrived, and the orcs may take advantage of the darkness that is not good for humanity to attack again.

"Sil-Ace, how many more elven archers do we have?" In the conference room, Pogusa gradually stabilized his king's heart and asked Sil-Ace about the situation.

However, despite the brutality of the battle, the noble elf Hilace was still not discouraged: "We still have more than six thousand elven warriors, my lord. ”

Pogusa's brow furrowed, "We have so many archers that are enough to resist a wave of orcs. ”

"My lord, we don't have any more arrows. Silace said cautiously, because this was definitely extremely bad news for the Logoudan battle.

"And," Srdo added in a hoarse throat, "the inner city is far less fortified than the outer city, and if the megalithic beast attacks, the last line of defense of Rogudan will also be lost. ”

Pogusa clenched his fists and said, "Luogu Danshang has some bows and arrows in reserve, take them to equip the elves first." ”

Sil's Ace took a step forward and said to Pogusa: "My lord, the more than 6,000 people of the elven clan are the most elite troops of Luogudan!

Pogusa's face was still solemn, and he replied with the majesty of a king: "I can't let the elves bleed anymore! There are still eight hundred knights in Luogudan! Standing at the forefront of the battle line can only be my Luogudan's horsemen!"

At this moment, Sylace refused to give in to Pocyusa, and he replaced his usual elegant tone with a serious tone: "What do you think the elves shed blood for! We are for Middle-earth! For the peace of the continent!"

"The same is true of the horsemen of Luogudan. Pogusa glared at him that he would never agree to Silace's request.

Pogusa insisted on his decision: "Six thousand elven archers are enough to turn the tide on the battlefield, and even if Luogudan is broken, the elves can't be sent to death." You will still be needed on the battlefields of Middle-earth. The elves can't pay any more, that's my agreement with Filasr. ”

Darkness came again, and the sound of the orcs' battle horns came from a distance again.

Voodoo Shaman – Yerusar clearly didn't want to give Rogoudan any respite.

The Sentry of Rogudan suddenly broke into the conference room and reported the situation to Pogusa: "The orc army has advanced towards Rogodan! ”

Srdo asked anxiously, "Did the orcs deploy the Monolithon?"

The Sentinel froze, apparently he didn't know what a Boulder was.

Srdo explained in a hoarse voice: "Tall, about ten meters tall, huge, and looking like a stone-like monster from a distance. ”

The sentry replied, "Not at the moment!"

Srdor's gaze lowered: "The conceited orcs don't see the need to send megalithmon......"

Pogusa commanded to the sentry, "Pass the order! Order all the knights of Rogudan to prepare to go out of the city to meet the enemy! We must not let the orcs get close to the inner city walls!"

The sentry's voice trembled a little, "Your Excellency...... We only have 800 horsemen left...... Are we going to send a militia?"

"No," replied Pogusa, "there has never been a militia in Rogoudan for the warriors who volunteered to go to war to protect their wives and children. Fighting is what a rider should do. ”

When the sentry received the order, he hurried to the battle line to convey his will.

Pogusa pulled out his somewhat torn sword, his armor still stained with blood and his robes in tatters.

Pogusa strode towards the outside of the conference room.

"You can't go out of the city to meet the enemy!" Cilace shouted to stop, "You're carrying the knights to death!"

"I'm buying time, Silace. Pogusa stood still and turned back and said, "The elves only need to hold the walls, and we will do everything we can to keep the orcs from approaching. ”

Srdo's lips twitched.

Silace's expression was like condensed frost at the moment.

"Srdo, if I die in battle, the kingdom of Rogudan will be handed over to you. Pogusa left this sentence behind in a lonely way.

Srdo could do nothing but shed tears at this time, and he didn't know how to answer, just as he didn't know when the light of Rogoudan would come.

"Let the elves fight!" shouted Silace undeniably, "We can't let you die!"

However, Silace was deeply captured by the eyes of a king.

Pogusa's eyes were filled with a thousand emotions, the light of the flames and the chill of the frost beating in his eyes.

Pogusa shouted, "Without the elves, I can still defend Luogudan!"

Pocusa turned around and walked towards the battle line, and said, "This is my last order as a king......

Pogusa's figure disappeared into the conference room.

The wind and snow raised Pogusa's robes high, the dignity of a king—to die with the warriors, for the people of Logodan, for Middle-earth.

Sil's hands trembling with his bow and tears rolling in his green eyes, but Sil's decided that he would leave this tear to the Rogoudan horsemen of Rogodan, and that he would fall as he wrote an epic for the king and warriors of Rogodan.

Silace strode out of the conference room, having decided that no matter what Pogusa commanded him, the elves would fight alongside the knights.

Sylace had that kind of confidence, the kind of confidence that he would be able to return triumphantly after fighting the orcs. He will come back, and he will write this battle of Rogudan into a poem, and he will let every life in Middle-earth sing it. In this poem, Silace speaks in human language, not elven language.

After Silace left, Syldo was the only one left in the conference room at Noda.

In the grand kingdom of Luogudan, there used to be more than a dozen people attending the meeting, but this battle turned the heroes who were once among them into heroic spirits.

Syldor's tears ran down the side of the bridge of his nose.

"It's all my incompetence......" Syldo muttered to himself.

As a staff officer, seeing that his kingdom was falling little by little but unable to do anything about it, Srdo no longer wanted to be a staff officer with no one to send.

Logoudan was about to topple, and Srdo had to do something.

Srdo has no ability to fight, but he has a desperate strategy that has always been buried deep in his heart.

This will be his last contribution to the kingdom.