An orc pterodactyl flying above the clouds, a messenger for the orc scouts, looked down at the wilderness below, and soon grimaced, pulling the leather reins tight, and uttering a strange syllable command from his mouth, sending the pterodactyl to swoop down against the earth.

The black-pressed orc soldiers marched in the wilderness, numbering more than 10,000, and hundreds of beasts avoided along the way, even if they were magical creatures as powerful as dragons, they would choose to detour when they saw such an orc army.

"Wow"

A huge dragon-shaped shadow was cast on the ground, and many orc soldiers raised their heads in admiration as they marched, watching an adult dragon with green scales pass over, and on the dragon's back, a burly and sturdy orc general stood steadily.

The orc general was wearing jet-black full-body chain mail and carrying a black war spear for dragon knights, which was seven or eight meters long, almost twice as long as an ordinary knight's gun.

The heavy black metal dragon spear was like a straw in the hands of the orc generals. The orc warlord Imsu still held the rope on the green dragon's body in his other hand, keeping his body balanced.

"Huh?"

At this moment, the pterodactyl scout swooped down from the clouds, causing the green dragon and Imsu to look at each other.

The orc scout carefully maintained the flight altitude, not daring to let the pterodactyl, which had already made a frightened cry under the seat, get too close, and reported loudly in the distance: "General Imsu, the scout team has been harassing for several days in a row according to your orders, and the Holy Presence of the fortress is about to collapse, and when you arrive with the army, you can quickly retake the fortress!" ”

"Good!"

Imsuha laughed and said, "Go back and tell Aang to increase the harassment." My army will arrive the day after tomorrow afternoon, and before that time it will wear down as much of the spirit of the Arrivals as possible. ”

"Yes!"

The orc scout takes control of the pterodactyl and takes off instead. The orc warlord Imsu had a cold gaze. He whispered on the back of the green dragon, "Ignaz that waste, Your Excellency the Sage still wants me to lead the army to wipe his ass." If it weren't for the incredible reserves of that vein, my legion wouldn't have come out of the nest......"

"Imsu, this time you can have fun with those Holy Presences. Since the beginning of the war, it was the first time that our Sixth Army Corps had sent troops to leave the station. The adult green dragon came from a dull voice.

"That's right, the Sixth Army needs a big victory. Let the Sage remember that there is such a legion under his command. Imsu said in a high-spirited manner.

……

Sirens sounded again through the six-pointed star fortress.

As evening approached, the ballista beds and ballistas inside and outside the fortress had been installed, and Charles descended with the dwarven engineers and a group of hill giants. Unexpectedly, as soon as the front foot stepped on the flat ground, a sharp magic alarm beeped.

"The orc scouts are here again!"

"Prepare to put out the fire!"

The Player Guards rushed to tell each other, and most of them had helplessness and anger written on their faces.

These days, players know how terrifying the mobility of the orc wing dragoons is. Ordinary bows and crossbows. It is simply impossible to shoot orc scouts.

In the face of the fortress's almost weak air defense, the orc scouts simply came and went freely, using burning enchanted javelins every time to deliberately set fire to the chaos inside the fortress.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!" Charles turned to look at the group of pterosaurs that were gradually becoming clear at the far end of the sky, and immediately said to Yu Fei, Zhang Ze and the others through the team's 'Soul of Communication' channel: "Transfer all the arranged manpower to control the large defense machinery!" ”

"Understood!" Yu Fei Dao

"Got it!"

"Shoot down these abominable orc scouts this time and let them fall to pieces!" Zhang Ze sneered. "Charles, this time I'm operating a bed crossbow myself. If you load your ammo, let the two warriors assist me. ”

"Whatever you want, anyway, there are 2 bed crossbows and 2 ballistas in the pass, you look at the arrangement!"

As he spoke, Charles hurriedly instructed the Hill Giant and the Dwarven Engineer Ruric to find cover and take cover, while he quickly ran up the gray stone walls of the fortress and stood in front of a bed crossbow, telling the two bewildered-looking warrior players next to him to quickly load their special spears.

When purchasing the machine from the matriarch of the Ipgir family, the Charr of course also bought some of the special ammunition and ammunition manufacturing maps, and the fortress casting battalion is currently working at full capacity to produce stone bullets, javelins, and spears for ballistas and bed crossbows.

The bed crossbow from Lantan Island was not difficult to use, it was simply foolish, and the spear of the right size and length was placed in the card slot of the beam, and Charles stood behind the bed crossbow, holding the winding winch, and turning it with a click, and in a short time the metal crossbow arm of the bed crossbow was full of strength and bent.

"Adjust the angle!" Charles said to one of the Warriors, "The regulator is on the shelf at the base, and the metal gear that can be turned sees it, right, turn it, don't stop ......"

Airplanes.

The bed crossbow shook, and Charles quickly grabbed the handle and pressed the tail end of the bed crossbow down so that the front end was raised high, and the sharp spear in the card slot was already full of strings and aimed at the sky, ready to fire.

Long Yan, who was in charge of the defense of the fortress wall, came over and found that Charles was personally controlling a bed crossbow, so he couldn't help but report with a smile: "The other ballistas and bed crossbows have also been adjusted and are ready!" ”

"Good! You go back and command them, and I'll keep in touch with you through the team's 'soul of communication'!" Charles took a deep breath and stared at the orc pterodactyl scouts flying from the front of the pass, their faces gradually revealing awe-inspiring killing intent.

It's time for these orcs to pay a heavy price for their harassment tactics!

"Zhang Ze and Yifeng, the pass and the machine on the top of the mountain are silent first!" Charles kept his mind clear, the orc scouts came from the front, and if the bed crossbows and ballistas in the pass were fired first, these orcs would only turn around and run away in fear, and would never dare to come back.

"Good ......," Zhang Ze replied sullenly, obviously not very happy.

"The machines at the main entrance of the fortress are also silent!" Standing on the gray wall battlement, Charles glanced inside the fortress behind him, and said, "Stay Yu Fei and Qi Guangming will start the machine first, shoot the orc scouts, and when the orc scouts flee to the east, the machines at the east gate, pass and mountain top will all be activated!" ”

The orc scout captain Ang stood on the back of the Pterodactyl Lord, observing the fortress on the ground that was becoming clearer and clearer, his cold pupils reflecting the buildings and tents inside the fortress.

"General Imsu will be here the day after tomorrow, and I will definitely bring these Advent guards to the brink of collapse in the next two days." Aang thought, silently taking out a flaming javelin from the javelin leather pocket hanging from his back, and holding it in his hand. He glanced down at the metal spear head that faintly flickered with flames, and the hideous smile on the corner of his mouth grew stronger.

"The orcs will win!"

At this time, the team had already flown over the pass and arrived at the sky above the six-pointed star fortress, and the orc scout captain Aang shouted loudly, leading the control of the pterosaur lord to swoop down, the flame javelin in his hand ready to fire!

Whoosh. More than 100 other orc pterosaur knights also plunged to the ground, chanting slogans of victory, each with a bloodthirsty look clearly written on their faces.

Three hundred yards.

One hundred yards.

Fifty yards.

The orc cavalry on the back of the pterodactyl suddenly sank into his chest and abdomen, and more strength was concentrated on his right arm, and the cold metal spear head of the javelin was aimed at the tent of the ground fortress.

But at this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded in the 'Soul of Communication' channel of the Nordasil team: "Launch!" (To be continued.) )