It is said that history is created by people, but the vast majority of people do not know what they do when they create history, they are ignorant at that time, and only after many years will they suddenly realize: It turns out that I have also broken a cow.

Take the attacking and defending sides of Night Town at this time, the orcs who are forming a team and Reginald, who are arranging the defense, don't have the heart to think so much. The orcs only want to make a big swing in the human towns as quickly as possible, while the human soldiers want to hold the lands of the kingdom and not let the barbarians outside the towns get away with it.

Having experienced the baptism of war between Draenor and the Draenei, the orcs are all veterans of the battlefield, and they are extremely fast. Reginald had thought it would take them half an hour or more to put the scattered formation together, but the orcs had only given him a quarter of an hour.

"Those beasts are attacking!"

Reginald was directing the soldiers to place their bed crossbows when a soldier suddenly pointed out and shouted outside the town.

Hearing this, Reginald's heart immediately tightened. The defense line in Night Town was only halfway erected, and it was unknown how effective the orcs would be able to attack at this time, especially the city defense bed crossbow that he had high hopes for, only three of them had been made, and it was far from achieving the effect he expected.

How can these beasts be so fast.

Reginald cursed secretly, and the orc's action was faster than he expected, and he was caught off guard.

"Blood and thunder!"

An orc roared, and thousands of orcs charged towards Nighttown.

The physical fitness of the orcs was already strong, and after drinking the blood of the demons, it was strengthened again, and they ran as fast as horses, but in the blink of an eye, they were killed under the walls of Night Town. At this time, Reginald had not yet had time to return.

To be bad!

The low-walled orcs could come up with a single leap as they charged, and Reginald never expected it to be able to hold them back. He wasn't at the town wall, and Marcus didn't know where he had gone, so could the soldiers alone hold it?

Reginald yelled bad and ran as fast as he could towards the town wall, he had to go to the front line to maintain his morale and prevent the orcs from succeeding.

But is it too late?

Even Reginald himself was not hopeful.

During the charge, the orcs kicked the ground with both feet and leaped high with the help of the momentum, and from that trajectory, they could definitely jump up the town wall.

The first batch of orcs to jump was hundreds, and with the combat power of the orcs, it would not be a problem for them to come up and entangle the soldiers of Nightshade for a while, and this was enough to buy enough time for the subsequent orc army.

There were still hundreds of meters away from the town wall, and Reginald knew that he would not be able to arrive in time, and sighed in his heart: It's over.

"Phew!"

A spear was thrown from within the night town, and the orc, who was in mid-air, watched as he was pierced through it with a powerful penetrating force. There was a big hole in his chest, and even with the strong vitality of the orcs, he didn't hold on until he hit the ground and died in mid-air.

"A group of beasts also want to be arrogant in front of Uncle Marcus, you overestimate yourself too much."

Hearing the voice behind him, Reginald's eyes lit up: It's Marcus, maybe this guy has a way.

The truth is not that there may be a way, but that Marcus has brought a way to fend off the orcs—a motley army ten times more numerous than the kingdom soldiers in Nighttown.

Well, to say that the ragtag army is to give them face, in fact this is a bunch of slaves.

"We don't have enough people, so let's use them to make up the numbers first."

Marcus said.

He didn't care about Reginald's doubts, wondered where he got so many slaves, and urged Reginald to say: "You take them to the front line first, and I'll continue to pull people." ”

The situation was urgent, and Reginald didn't dwell on irrelevant matters, regardless of where Marcus got these slaves, Reginald only needed to be clear about one thing: with these people joining the defense of Nighttown, it would be easier than half the battle.

"Follow me."

Saving the scene is like fighting a fire, and Reginald is not polite, and immediately took over the command and threw this slave army into the battlefield on the town wall.

Originally, Reginald thought that the slaves would have little combat effectiveness even if they went to the battlefield, after all, they were the lowest level of the kingdom, and they were oppressed by the nobles of the kingdom, so they had to fight with their lives to protect the property of the nobles who oppressed them, and the slaves were not so stupid.

But it turned out that Reginald was wrong, and he was wrong. The fighting enthusiasm of this slave army brought by Marcus was far higher than he could have imagined. In the face of the bloodthirsty and ferocious orcs, the regular soldiers of the kingdom are a little afraid, but these slaves are not.

Although the slaves were not as strong as the kingdom's soldiers due to their long period of abuse, they had a ruthlessness that the soldiers did not have. An orc wielded a weapon and cut a slave in two, such a bloody scene The soldiers of the kingdom saw the two trembles, but the slaves turned a blind eye, and they rushed up, pinching their hands and teeth, and killing each other alive with a savage method of warfare that was more beast than a beast, and more than an orc than an orc.

Not to mention the soldiers of the kingdom, even the orcs were stunned - are you sure they are humans and not beasts? How do you feel more beastly than us orcs?

As the saying goes, those who are horizontal are afraid of being stunned, and those who are stunned are afraid of dying. Relying on a large number of deadly slaves, Reginald was surprised to find that he had driven the orcs off the town wall.

Not only did they not lose, but they drove the orcs down, this, this, this...... Is this what we do?

Reginald was at a loss.

A group of slaves can drive the orcs off the town wall, and the soldiers of the kingdom can't do it, and the slaves can do it, you are so fierce, do you know that your master?

"Master?" One of the slaves scoffed at Reginald's words, "The general promised that as long as we helped hold Nighttown, we would no longer be slaves." It doesn't matter if I live or die, the important thing is that my wife and children can get rid of the status of slaves and no longer have to live a life that is inferior to livestock. ”

Looking at the fanatical slave, Reginald opened his mouth, but did not speak after all.

He didn't want to interrupt the man's vision for the future.

According to the normal situation, once you become a slave, not only yourself, but also your own sons and grandchildren, and even generations, are slaves. Unless you are lucky, you will never be able to get rid of the status of a slave.

Obviously, this orc attack on Nightshade was the time for the slaves to hit their own luck.

Nightshade didn't know if he could hold Reginald, but he knew that Marcus was in trouble. So many slaves must have been the property of some nobleman, and the nobles wanted to think that their own things were extremely important, and they would not give up if anyone dared to touch them.

As early as when the orcs appeared outside the town, the nobles of Night Town activated the magic circle and left the town that they considered dangerous, and Marcus must have gathered the slaves that the nobles had too late to take away. Don't look at these slave nobles who say they will abandon it, but the ownership is still in their hands, and if Night Town doesn't keep it, everything will naturally be closed, even if Marcus who keeps the cheese of the nobles will not have good fruit to eat. Settling accounts after the autumn is also the skill of the aristocracy.

"Old Wen, don't be in a daze, it's important to keep the night town."

As he spoke, Marcus arrived with a second army of slaves.