He was very opposed to this southern invasion that was forced by the wind and snow, but he had to act for the survival of his people.

It's not that he thinks he can make peace with humans, but that this war happened too early, too early enough for him to be strong enough to unite the northern orc tribes.

Tutuaman is an aspiring and idealistic orc, and his lifelong wish is to become the king of the hand, so that the orcs can drive people away under his leadership and occupy the warm kingdom of Bandong.

"The more southern areas are not suitable for orcs, it is too hot there, and the combat power of the wasteland giant wolf will be greatly weakened, and every time the orcs invade the snowless area, they will be easily defeated by weak humans, so we only need the land of the Halfwinter Kingdom, and this south that can provide a lot of food is enough."

Tutuaman's wisdom made him well aware of the problems that existed among the orcs, and the orcs who were now in chaos could not form an effective attack on the humans at all.

Every time they rush and run and come again, it has no effect on the human kingdom at all, on the contrary, in the summer, in order to compete for the land of grazing giant wolves, the northern orcs will fight each other, and there is no wisdom at all.

"Orcs graze giant wolves to plunder humans, why aren't humans grazing orcs and plundering other kingdoms?" It's not that the Kingdom of Half Winter can't further weaken the orcs, but once there are no orcs, the Kingdom of Half Winter will also become the prey of other powerful kingdoms.

"Is that the goal of this time? It doesn't look like there's any effective defense. Tutuama looked at Morado, and there were only a few guards standing on the walls, but they didn't look like a real warrior at all.

Not to mention the tenant farmers who were barely sent to the battlefield, even the yeoman farmers were mostly half-hanging, but Tutuman did not take it lightly, but carefully looked at the people on the city wall, and when his eyes scanned the two people standing at the city gate, he suddenly stopped.

"There are such strong people, this city seems not simple." Protected by ancestral spirits, Tutu Aman is naturally more sensitive to the strong.

Ever since the boxer demon Ashuk discovered this son of protection, he has radiated his magic power without any scruples, obviously trying to use his momentum to speed up this opponent and not provoke him.

Tutuaman smirked, ignoring Ashok's threat of force, and although he didn't want a large-scale war to happen so early, it didn't mean that he was afraid of the human power.

Leapfrog battles have long been commonplace for him, and the sword fighting skills of the shaman war song have defeated many magician-level opponents, and now he is riding the giant wolf king, and there is no reason to go back and retreat.

Looking away, he noticed that there was a specially dressed person beside the strong man, who was supposed to be a magician, but Tutuaman did not find any fluctuations in the magic power of this magician.

"Magician? He couldn't be too young, maybe he wasn't even a mage yet. Tutu Aman ruled out the previous speculation first, if there were really two strong magicians in this town, he would really have to consider whether to attack.

But Arthur looked too young, and in Tutuaman's opinion, the only one who could completely control the magic power and not escape was the magic apprentice who had not yet undergone a qualitative transformation and was completely mixed with the magic around him.

'Ah' Arthur rubbed his nose and said in secret, he found that the orcs on the opposite side were actually looking at him, could it be that he had discovered the true body of this demon king?

"Lilia must have arrived, I hope the plan will go smoothly." It was already getting dark, and the evening was obviously more favorable for the giant wolves who could have a night market.

Orcs also often choose to attack walled towns at night, because only then will human resistance be weakest against them.

Arthur didn't want to face a big battle on the first night, and the goblins he had placed on the periphery wouldn't have time to make it to the first night, and if the third card couldn't be played, Morado would be in real danger.

Don't look at Ashuk's statement that he can deal with a hundred wolf riders, but this is a deal, but in the case of a bloody battle, this is completely different from Arthur's plan to avoid losses as much as possible, and even scare the wolf riders away, so he must delay time, and also prevent the orcs from attacking at his own pace.

When the wolf riders arrived, they did not immediately attack, but they were merely gathering together all the raided baggage in an orderly manner to feed and water the cattle and mounts, and some of the wolf riders were tying ropes to the trunks of the trees that were stacked together so that they could be dragged later.

The humans on the city wall could only watch stupidly, and even Frick Canon, who rushed to hear the news, could only hurriedly raise more fires and set up a cauldron to boil water, hoping that the method said by the master would have an effect.

On one side there was an orderly movement like a regular army, and on the other side there was some panic and fear, and Arthur could see the tension in the hands of the tenant farmers beside him shaking with their spears raised.

You can also see the homesteaders and security teams pacing back and forth, and the helplessness and irritability revealed in the roar.

The two sides are obviously not on the same level in terms of momentum, far away from Morado, who has been at war for more than ten years, and far inferior to the orcs living in war on the other side.

Looking around nervously looking at the team, Arthur quietly made a gesture, and Ashuk on the side nodded silently, he knew that Arthur was letting him start moving.

"Humph! Don't be afraid, it's just a hundred or so werewolves, look at me Ashuk go and teach these wolf cubs a lesson first! Ashok let out a loud cry and jumped off the wall with a thud.

The powerful protective fighting spirit around the body directly pressed the snow on the ground out of a deep pit.

How could the werewolves on the other side not pay attention to such a big movement, including Tutu Aman, the orcs who were originally standing in the distance returned to their mounts in just ten seconds, drew their weapons one by one, and looked up at the arrogant human who was holding a contempt for himself.

"Little wolf cubs, there is a kind of one-on-one fight with the uncle!" The fist demon gathered his fighting energy, and with a wave of his hand, a deep snow mark was pressed out of the ground.

With such a wave of his hand, there was such a great power, which not only made the humans on the city wall impose, but even most of the beast riders couldn't help but muttered in their hearts.

"It's just a warrior-level human, Tuta, and the people who brought you will crush me over." Go out on your own? Tutu Aman is not so stupid, although he is a strong demon martial arts dual cultivator, it does not mean that he has to expose himself to danger on the battlefield.

And here except for himself, it is estimated that no one is the opponent of the human race alone, Tutu Aman directly gave the order to charge, even if it is a human powerhouse, he can't withstand the charge of the beast horse, which is enough to teach this human who provokes himself a lesson.