The Mage's Eye came with everything the caster wanted to see, and it was a bitter battle taking place in Nighttown.

Relying on the stubbornness of the slave army, the defenders of Nighttown temporarily resisted the attack of the orcs. Of course, this was only temporary, because the casualties of the slave army were simply too great.

Under the temptation of becoming free people, in order to free their relatives and children from this damn slave status, the slaves did not take their lives seriously the moment they went to the battlefield, and they wanted to use their lives to build a bright future for their families.

It is true that the orcs are powerful, and they are brave in fighting when they drink the blood of demons, and they are not afraid of injury or death, but all these slave armies also have, and the slaves also have the ruthlessness that the orcs do not have. This ruthlessness is not that they are cruel to the enemy, but that they are cruel to themselves.

It is not a skill to be ruthless to others, only those who are ruthless to themselves are truly ruthless.

The orc slashed over with an axe, and the slaves didn't look at it, just rushed over and hugged the orc's waist, and grabbed the orc's hand, even if the orc smashed his head with an axe, he would rely on inertia to hit the orc and create an opportunity for the slaves behind. The mutilated corpses of slaves can be found everywhere on the battlefield, and among the corpses of slaves, a bitten orc will be found to accompany them to bury.

The casualties of nearly thirty to one show that the slaves exchanged their own thirty lives for the lives of the orcs, and such a large casualty would have collapsed if the regular army of the kingdom had been replaced, but the slaves did not. Their companions died, they fought, a part of their body was cut off, they gritted their teeth and continued to fight, fight, fight, fight until their last breath was exhausted.

As long as I help the kingdom defend the night town, my wife and children, my children and grandchildren will be free people, and they will no longer be slaves like cattle.

Yes, keep it, you have to keep it.

The slaves were convinced that the general of the kingdom named Marcus would keep his promise, and that the general would not lie.

Reginald was shocked, and so were the guards of Nighttown, they had never imagined that a slave they had never looked at, a lowly person with the status of an animal in their hearts, could burst out with such a formidable fighting force.

The orcs were also shocked, and the orcs who had fought with Wang **** for several years and fought more than a hundred times had never seen such a human being who was not afraid of death. Despite their yellow skin, and despite their ragged clothes, their fighting spirit made the orcs awe-inspired.

However, the orcs will not stop because of the tenacity of their opponents, on the contrary, the tenacious enemies can stimulate the orcs more to fight, and can awaken the orc's desire for victory. Orcs believe that the stronger the opponent they overcome, the more glorious they will be when they win.

The attack of the orcs is like an angry sea, wave after wave, and countless orc warriors attack the night town, the momentum is like a mountain and a tsunami, and there is a great tendency to crush the night town to the ground. However, the defenders of Night Town were so tenacious that they withstood the onslaught of orcs with their desperate fighting style, and the slaves used their lives to buy precious time for the defenders of Night Town.

Whoosh ...... Arrows rained down, and the soldiers of the kingdom who had arranged the defense line did not dare to delay, and their projectiles caused a fault in the orc's offensive, and the orc's momentum was dissipated.

The human soldier is no better than the elven ranger, and if the former wants to shoot far, he must use a projectile, which reduces accuracy. Fortunately, there are enough orcs attacking the city, as long as you find the right direction, you can shoot without aiming.

The elven rangers are different, the rangers who throw out the human race a few streets with archery are used to using flat fire, and their range is farther than that of human projectiles anyway. In this way, the rangers shoot arrows with a high hit rate and strong penetrating power, and the human archers must be dwarfed by them.

In fact, projectile shooting against orcs is more lethal than flat shooting, and the strong body of orcs can make them still alive with three or five arrows, and if they are hit by an arrow in the head, one arrow may kill them.

Ainan monitored the situation on the battlefield through the mage's eye, commenting on his subordinates: "Reginald is a decent commander and suitable for frontal combat, and Marcus is full of tricks and loves to make strange moves. One is positive, one is strange, and the positive and strange are compatible, a perfect match! ”

Egwen disagreed: "What a trick, your subordinate named Marcus is in great trouble. He made promises to those slaves without permission, and used the property that belonged to the nobles for his own sake, do you think those guys would be happy? ”

Well, you have to admit that there are always such people in the world, and it doesn't make sense in front of them. Don't look at the fact that they didn't take those slaves with them when they slipped away, and don't mention that if Nighttown was breached, those slaves would only become orc trophies, not to mention that Marcus used the slaves to the fullest. The nobles recognized only one thing, and that was that Marcus had moved their property without their consent.

Don't you know that the property of the nobility is sacrosanct?

Even if it's a noble lord I can't take away, even if it's going to be a cheap enemy in the end, you can't move it without my consent.

It's hard for Ainan to understand this kind of strange thinking.

"What if you're not happy?" Ainan shrugged his shoulders, not worried about Marcus in the slightest, "As long as the threat of orcs exists, Stormwind will not dare to touch Marcus." ”

There are too few in the kingdom's army that can fight like Marcus, and Rhine and Vortagen will not be so confused, as long as the threat of orcs is still there, Marcus's official position will only be promoted and not demoted.

Egwen glanced at Ainan blankly, of course the threat of the orcs would exist, not only would it exist, but it would gradually increase, because Ainan's plan needed a formidable enemy for humans.

"There are so many supplies in the night town, I believe that it will not be a problem to keep it for ten days and a half. Coupled with the fact that the army of the Red Ridge Mountains was hurrying towards the night town, the odds of the orcs taking the town were too slim. "This is from the Council, and they say I'm going to attend the Lordaeron feast on their behalf. ”

Ainan tilted his head and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

Lordaeron is another great kingdom of mankind, he is the kingdom established by the great nobles who went north through the wall of Soladin when the Alathor Empire was divided, the royal family is a family called Minehir, and the kingdom at this time is Terenus, which is said to be very prestigious.

"The prince of Lundane was born, and Terenus was going to hold a celebratory feast, hoping for a powerful mage to attend, so the council found me. Of course, if you don't want to go, I'll push it off. ”

"Go! Why not? ”