He wasn't worried about his subordinates falling, and with the strength of an orc warrior, the impact wasn't even a wound.

After several calculations before, he was already prepared in his heart, and decisively ordered a detour, preparing to bypass this difficult main gate and break through the human walls from behind.

"It's so beautiful, how can it be so simple."

"Yes, these orcs really don't know the height of the sky, and the bows and arrows of yeoman farmers and hunters will make them pay."

Arthur and the others were not at all worried about the breach of the rear of the city, and it was not only the lone wolf there, but most of the skilled yeoman farmers and improvised adventurers were concentrated in the rear at this time.

There were 50 hunters and yeoman farmers who could shoot arrows, and if the orcs were willing to bear the loss of half of their men and break through the walls, then there might be some hope.

Arthur didn't believe that the leader of the orcs was a fool, and if he really lost half of his manpower, how could he be an opponent of humans with only about 20 orcs left.

The reason why the wolf riders are terrible is not how strong they are, but the action of the wolf riders coming and going like the wind, and the strong combat effectiveness after hugging a group.

Once the number is reduced, the lethality of the wolf rider is greatly reduced.

With Ashuk alone, most of the 20 horsemen can be contained, and the rest will be drowned in the vast sea of the people's war, mercilessly besieged by humans who are more powerful than the goblins.

In the early stage, Morado's archery team has never been exposed, waiting for a surprise to these orcs, of course, the orcs are actually prepared, taking advantage of the night to attack, precisely because to prevent being injured by bows and arrows at a distance.

But the main gate of He Nai is too strong, especially when Arthur fights there, this son of the ancestral spirit feels that he can't calm down in his heart for some reason, and his first thought when he is frustrated is to avoid here, but after all, he has little experience in human warfare, and even if he has the best shaman in the clan, he will inevitably make some mistakes.

"The gap, this is the gap in knowledge." Arthur looked at these giant wolf cavalry again by the light of the fire, compared to the vivid appearance just now, they were more like warriors walking out of the battlefield with arrows stuck in them at this time.

It's a pity that these warriors found the wrong enemy, although this round of arrow rain did not cause them heavy losses, but half of them were wounded, and two unlucky eggs were directly shot in the head, and they were carried on the giant wolf and did not know whether they lived or died.

“*%……*……！ ......%%" is not gibberish, that Tutu Aman is really angry, he is a son of the ancestral spirit who is highly respected in the tribe, he did not lose in the war with humans, and he actually won the first defeat in a small city, how can this make him swallow this breath.

It's a pity that no matter how much he says, Arthur can't understand it, there is no way that orc language is not a compulsory course, Arthur in addition to learning the lingua franca of humans, at most he will also learn demon language and elf language.

Especially seeing that this person didn't even go to Ashuk, and directly muttered to himself, Arthur touched his head, thought about it, showed a bright smile, and waved to the son of the ancestral spirit 'friendly'.

……

Tutu Aman looked at Arthur's initiation and was stunned, but after a while, he felt that his heart was even more angry and rushed upward, is it unbearable, he is talking about grandiose words, saying that I will fight you again in the coming day, what do you mean by waving at me? Are you insulting me, or are you laughing at me?

To label the various races in the wizarding world, elves are absolutely stubborn, humans are absolutely cunning, and orcs are impulsive.

This almost instinct is almost buried in the bloodline, and even the son of the ancestral spirit is inevitably impulsive!

"Rush me, rush to the wall, and slaughter this human!" Regardless of the three-seven-twenty-one, this son of the ancestral spirit has been counted so many times, and finally broke out.

In fact, he actually wanted to evacuate this ghost place tomorrow morning with his manpower, but Arthur's trouble, he didn't withdraw, even if he lost manpower, he would break the city, and he would not give up if he didn't kill this damn mage.

"Damn! Come on really. Arthur saw that this group of orcs didn't know what medicine they had taken, especially the son of the ancestral spirit, and the divine power surging around him even found an abnormality as a magician.

This is clearly chanting a grand move, could it be that this person just spoke a prayer before the siege?

One by one, the orcs mobilized their muscles, and the giant wolf began to howl as if it had been beaten with chicken blood.

Although most of the ladders were lost on the back wall, there were still dozens of them in hand, enough to build a wooden bridge large enough for a beast to ride through.

And what's worse is that although there are archers at the main gate, there are only two or three kittens, all of them are half-hanged, and the arrows shot don't hurt the orcs, and even the accurate head is not served.

These archers are purely for the sake of bluffing the orcs, of course, if they can't be bluffed, anyway, Ashuk will be on top, and it will be just too late to recruit archers from the back wall.

Right now, the archers on the back wall trotted all the way to the front.

"Demon Fist!" The dark golden fist shadow reappeared, but this time Ashuk's fist was no longer slamming into the orcs, but directly towards the ladder erected on the city wall.

I saw that the moment the fist shadow hit the ladder to climb the city, the trunks of the ten tree roots and sea bowls were broken together, and those orcs who were ready to climb the city stepped directly into the air before they stepped on the wooden ladder.

"Well done!" Arthur sighed inwardly, but it wasn't over yet.

The giant wolf that the son of the orc ancestral spirit sat on was extraordinary, and even if the ordinary giant wolf continued to rush in and jump, it could only reach two-thirds of the height of the city wall.

This giant wolf, at the moment when the wooden bridge broke, took Tutu Aman, and then with strength, he jumped up directly, and Arthur, who stood under the city wall, could even see the soft fur on the belly of the giant wolf, which was definitely more than twice as high as an ordinary giant wolf!

Tutuamai always wanted to outwit and achieve his goal with minimal losses, but when provoked, he couldn't care about it.

He wanted to prove himself, prove his own strength, and then the shaman's borrowed divine power, Tutuaman strengthened himself, thinking that he would definitely be able to kill the magician on the city wall before the human powerhouse.

Victory? Besiege? It didn't matter, Tutuaman was now more sure that this human was the enemy of the orcs, and that killing him was more valuable than taking the town, and with blood-red eyes, Tutuaman raised his sword, urged the Giant Wolf King, and slashed at the mage's head.

"! Did I provoke you? When Arthur looked at the orc, he couldn't understand that the other party was coming for him, he didn't have a weapon beside him, and there was a bucket of boiling hot water at his feet.

didn't think much about it, and poured it directly over his face, thinking that he was going to come over again, even if the teleportation channel was exposed, he would have to hide in it to avoid this madman first.