The ogres greedily feasted on the sweet pieces of meat, the minced meat slid from the fangs to the ground, fell to the ground and mixed with the muddy water, and the ogres who were eating like pigs were slowly approaching.

The ogre, who had been the first to feast on the sacrament, suddenly slowed down, pain creeping up its brow, and chewing on the meat in its mouth slowed.

"What's wrong? Why don't you eat it? His companion asked.

"My stomach hurts a little." The ogre replied.

"You can't eat it on a plate, do you?" My companion said with a smile.

"No...... I had to go to the bathroom. ”

Watching him squeeze out of the crowd in embarrassment, the ogres around him let out a burst of laughter.

But the smirk on the ogre's face quickly froze, and more and more ogres felt a stomachache.

Realizing that something was wrong, Magossol glanced up at the top of the altar - the ghost of the former king had vanished without warning, and Magthor threw the half-eaten ham in his hand to the ground.

"Everybody stop! Don't eat any more! ”

But it was too late.

Humans dressed as thieves appeared on the top of the walls, rooftops, and towers around them.

Following the instructions of the Ancestors, in order for every Shattered Ridge ogre to share in the sacrament, Magthor withdrew the soldiers who were patrolling outside the city walls earlier today.

"You skinny humans? Dare to appear in the castle of the Broken Ridge Clan? ”

He was answered by the sound of arrows bursting through the air, and fiery arrows flew over Magthor's head.

"Hahaha, you didn't shoot! Ridiculous human, Magthor is going to smash you all over. ”

The ogres around echoed the laughter of Magthall.

But the thieves were not panicked by the miss, they just looked down at the ogres coldly, as if waiting for something.

Magthor turned her head and suddenly noticed that the carriage used to carry the sacrament was burning.

"Mags Thor smelled it, it smelled of explosives...... Yes! No! ”

Before the ogre leader could finish his words, three carriages exploded violently. The ogres surrounding the carriage were the first to be affected, and the scorching waves of fire instantly devoured the ogres.

Magssol was hit by the wave of air and flew out. He looked at the shaking ground, and a sharp ringing in his ears echoed in his head.

The wooden platform made of logs became the best sacrifice for the flames, and under the licking of the tongues of fire, the thick rope holding the stakes in place was burned, and the burning wood rolled in all directions.

The night was lit up by firelight, and the ogres fled in all directions in the blood-colored flames.

Magthor slowly braced himself up, he picked up the sledgehammer that had fallen into the snow, and he shouted, "Don't panic, the living come with me, let's smash it all over...... Ouch ......"

The pain from the lower abdomen prevented the ogre leader from finishing the second half of his sentence handsomely.

At Mochi's suggestion, the syndicate added a large amount of laxatives to the sacrament.

The Little Duke also questioned Mochi's suggestion: "Why not just poison it?" Wouldn't that be more straightforward? ”

"Because we don't have the ability to concoct a dose that can poison the entire Shattered Ridge Ogre Clan."

Mochi explained the reason to the little duke in this way - the lethal dose of poison is related to the weight of the living individual, simply put, the heavier the weight of a biological individual, the more poisonous dose is required to poison him. To poison more than a dozen people, there is no need to consider the storage and transportation of poisons, nor do they need to volatilize and decompose poisons in the air.

But there are hundreds of ogres in Oakland Castle, and unless the full power of the Royal Apothecary Guild is used, Mochi can't think of a way to poison all of them in one night.

So Mochi came up with the idea of applying laxatives, and there were many herbs that could easily cause diarrhea, and they were also easy to collect and buy. It's not like something like poison, which can cause unnecessary trouble when purchased in large quantities.

Don't underestimate the power of laxatives, it is said that the time when you go to the toilet is the most vulnerable to the self-esteem of a living individual, and running with abdominal pain can also cause muscle spasms.

Seeing that the ogre's face was getting bluer, Mochi raised his trident and pointed forward, shouting, "Ahh ”

However, no one charged as he instructed.

Hearing the fish-man's call, both the Syndicate Thief and the Shattered Ridge Ogre were stunned for a few seconds.

Later, Mochi could only awkwardly withdraw the trident.

"Mr. Mochi, let me come!"

The little duke cleared his throat, and the clear singing echoed across the battlefield—

mountain eagle flapping its wings,

Not afraid of snow and ice.

Mountain Eagle forward,

Fearless winds.

……

As the Little Duke's song sounds, the mountain eagle flag, which symbolizes the kingdom of Alterac, reappears above the towers and walls.

This "Alterac Battle Song" has long been forgotten by the world, and the syndicates, who are the nobles of Alterac, have only occasionally heard adults hum this tune when they were children. During the days of exile, the adults would sing this tune on a cold moonlit night looking in the direction of Alterac City.

Most of the Syndicate thieves were still skeptical about the meaning of the battle, and they had long since thought of themselves as unprofitable rogues. They are accustomed to being ***** and used to using despicable tricks to survive.

But at this time, they suddenly realized that they were participating in a great and glorious thing.

Because, General Haas and the soldiers of Alterac once sang on the battlefield that for the continuation of the entire human race, General Haas did not hesitate to defy Aiden? Perinord's orders led the soldiers to support Fort Riptide allies and defend the southern passage to prevent the horde from attacking Lordaeron.

Not all of Alterac's ancestors were dishonorable, and General Haas didn't flinch when faced with a formidable orc army that swept across the continent.

I don't know who started it, and more and more people sang along with the little duke—

Mountain eagle soaring,

Bless my city-state to be prosperous and strong!

Storm the sky,

Never say never.

……

Their voices may be low, high-pitched, rough, or delicate, and the harmony of high and low voices is always uneven. These people are not professional opera singers, and they are not full of emotion in their singing, and many of their singing voices are not singing at all, at most they are "reading words". But such a sound finally converged into a tragic and heroic song.

Even Anvina, who rarely sings on weekdays, sang along with them-

The mountains are green,

The green fields are vast.

Alterac,

My forever hometown.

……

As soon as the song was finished, the syndicates jumped off the walls and showed their weapons to the ogre, which was as tall as a hill.

The little duke said, "For Alterac!" Charge! ”

Countless syndicates charged like warriors, and the weakened Broken Ridge ogres were crushed in the face of the syndicate's charge, and soon lost a lot of combat power.

Mochi looked at the battle in the firelight, and everything seemed to be moving according to its plan. The tide of battle is going as it is, and the Syndicates should be able to win the battle before dawn.

Still, Mochi felt a little uneasy, always feeling that he was missing something.