Out of sight, several wagons were dragged by emaciated horses, struggling to move through the snow. After the founding of the Empire, roads were repaired throughout the country, but that was decades ago. Although the local nobles sometimes pay for repairs, for the mountainous and densely forested province of York, there are no wealthy nobles here, and even if there are, they will be targeted by robbers roaming the mountains.

Therefore, it is better to spend money on building roads, than to expand your castle, at least not to lose your life. So after decades of wind and rain, the stone road leading to the town of Bull was dilapidated and dilapidated on this day, and the heavy snow had covered the road, as well as the potholes. The snow could not bear the weight of the wagons, and the wheels of the wagons sank in.

"Hurry up, don't you want to see your relatives again? Don't go yet. Amul roared, riding his sturdy warhorse. This horse was the same one he had since escaped from the camp, and he had ridden it because of tonight's events.

"Phew...traitor....." Where Amul couldn't see, several men who had been forcibly captured whispered in Amul's direction.

They were tempted to escape and not join the traitor, but in order to blackmail them, Theron had already kept their relatives under control and had dozens of werewolves under their watch. For the sake of the safety of their relatives, even if they are unwilling in their hearts, they can only endure it silently.

Under the whip of the whip, the emaciated horse opened its nostrils and exhaled white air wildly, and the carriage, which had not moved for a long time, finally drove out of the pit.

"Speed up," said Amüller, who was on his horse and looked at the men coldly, he could see the contempt and contempt in their eyes, but he didn't care. Now he doesn't care about these contemptuous eyes, these lowly civilians, what qualifications do they have to look down on themselves. His eyes were full of murderous intent, he would kill these people one by one after the deed, and their relatives would also be buried together.

In the midst of the snow, there was the sound of horses' hooves and the rustle of wheels on the snow.

Theron turned his head slightly: "Tell the iron head that the flames are ordered, once we see the flames being lit, it means that we have occupied the city gate, let him immediately bring the orcs to reinforcements without any delay." ”

"Where's the Gnoll, Chief." Wolf Blade couldn't help but ask with the doubt in his heart. At present, there are more than 2,000 greenskins in Theron's orcs, more than 200 werewolves, and more than 1,000 gnolls. Although the combat effectiveness of the jackals is not high, with such a large number, it is also a large combat power. And Theron never seemed to have thought about the Gnoll, and he was curious.

Theron glanced at the wolf blade coldly, and said leisurely: "After the flame is ignited, you tell him to let him attack the city wall with all the gnolls." If he doesn't listen to the order, you can just kill him. Remember, whether he listens or not, dead or alive, all the gnolls must attack the walls according to my word. ”

The wolf blade was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a chill that chilled through his whole body, and that chill seemed to be colder than this ice and snow. He understood what Theron meant, and his words were to make the gnolls exist as cannon fodder, attacking the walls to attract the attention of the enemy. But the towering walls will take the lives of many gnolls.

The wolf blade bowed and left, he was now chilling all over, he wanted to leave, he wanted to leave.

Theron hates the Gnoll very much, extremely annoying, in his heart the Gnoll is under the barbarians of the White Bear Tribe, and it is his second hated force. He will never forget that the gnoll general was telling the shadow wolf to kill him, although the iron head also said it, but the green skin under the iron head had a great effect on him, so he endured it. But the existence of the gnoll general is like a thorn in his heart, and he endures it to this day, and he wants to pull out this thorn.

Now that he's the leader, both orcs and gnolls have to listen to him. Although the orcs are savage, the rewards and punishments that determine their status by war strictly constrain the behavior of all people. The gnoll generals had to listen to his words, and if they objected, Theron had the right to kill him on the spot, even if all the gnoll people objected.

And the jackal will be the first target he will deal with, and all those who oppose him will have to be dealt with. Taking this opportunity, Theron thought to himself as he watched the wolf blade leave.

The procession of carriages passed by Theron where they were hiding, and Amul glanced at them. He saw a pair of dark eyes, which seemed to be brighter than the werewolves' eyes, and he turned his head, exhaled deeply in his heart, and looked up at the faintly recognizable town of Bull.

At the same time, Theron waved his hand, and suddenly countless white figures emerged from the snow and rushed towards the carriage. In the blink of an eye, he got under the carriage and clinged to the chassis of the carriage.

"It's the town of Bull, the domain of the Rheinryth family." After seeing the towering city wall, the men driving the car exclaimed quietly. The Rheinreth family has been in the limelight in the surrounding area for a while, and even people living in the mountains have heard a lot of rumors. And the town of Bull, the territory of the Rhinereth family, is a place that everyone yearns for, a land that will not be discarded, and many people believe that God the Father is watching over this family.

"How could it be here, could it be that those murderous orcs are targeting the town of Boole?" Some men exclaimed one after another, and they looked at the city wall in front of them in surprise, and the anxiety in their hearts became heavier and heavier.

"If I had known that this would be the case, I wouldn't have endured it even if I died at the hands of the orcs." A man stood up and said with red eyes, his voice was not loud, but it resonated with many of his companions. Although they are not the townspeople of Bull Town, it is precisely because the existence of Bull Town attracts the attention of all the orcs that they can survive in the mountains, how can they be allowed to do such a thing now......

"Smack..... Amüller raised his whip and slammed it into the man's face, leaving a trail of blood, "Remember that your relatives are still in the hands of the chief, and if you don't want them to be eaten by the gnolls after they die, be honest with me." ”

"And the Rhinereth family is not worthy of your view, that is, a hypocritical, brutal, ruthless family, and the baron is a cowardly and incompetent child. They don't deserve your love. Amul could say all the bad things he could think of, but it was useless, and everyone still looked at him as if he were a traitor, a cowardly and incompetent coward who had taken refuge in the enemy.

But the men also quieted down, they are not heroes, they have families, they have relatives, even if they admire the Rheinreth family, but in the choice with their relatives, they still think about their relatives first. This may be the inferior root nature of human beings, but it has to be said that this inferior root nature has long been deeply rooted in the inheritance.

"Hmph....untouchables......", Amüller gave them a disdainful look, "Slow down," he snapped again.