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Rob. Who is Antelo? He is the Lord of the Northlands, a former legendary mage, and one of the three Grand Dukes of the Empire. Such a big man deliberately used the teleportation technique to send a message to the defenders of the fortress of Sù Saivato that it was "possible" for the orcs to appear. In fact, the implication is that orcs will inevitably appear.

Chuck. McDougall believes that today is definitely the worst day of blessing from the dragon god in his more than 30 years of life.

"Quick! Move fast! You lazy pigs! Chuck took the whip and walked down the streets full of construction debris and house ruins, shouting and swearing, whipping people with his whip. In addition to the five hundred regular border guards, there were five hundred auxiliary troops stationed in the fortress. These teams, made up of slaves, prisoners, bankrupts, and the lowest, were responsible for chores such as carrying logistical supplies, and when necessary, they were able to take up arms and go into battle, as cannon fodder to buy time and fighters for the main force.

After receiving the news of the possibility of the orc army, the Platinum Centurion had to send all the soldiers who could still fight, all 288 in all, to the city wall that had not yet been destroyed by the earthquake. Then, he personally picked up the whip and went to "urge" the auxiliaries to hurry up and clear the rubble and mudslides.

The messenger sent to High Rock Castle in the morning to report the damage and request reinforcements would take at least a day to reach its destination. If the nobles and gentlemen, who had been procrastinating, had realized the seriousness of the matter and had given up the holiday celebrations and gone to work, perhaps in two days' time, supplies and troops would have been sent to the fortress of Savato. However, this ideal scenario is almost impossible to achieve.

Chuck wasn't a tough officer to deal with his subordinates, but in today's situation, he had no choice but to use the whip. For those auxiliaries, pain is indeed a good way to motivate them.

Seeing the auxiliaries with the blood-dripping whip marks on their backs, they sped up, and worked harder to clean up the ruins caused by the earthquake with the rudimentary tools in their hands. Chuck finally breathed a sigh of relief. He came to the wall and looked into the distance.

As far as the eye can see, the barren tundra is filled with thick fog today. The Bingliu River, which used to be about a kilometer away from the Great Wall and could be seen from the city wall, is now missing in this thick fog. Half a month ago, in order to improve their food, some brave soldiers ran to drill holes in the frozen river to fish. But with the outposts on the barren tundra losing contact, no one dared to take a step on the Great Wall anymore.

"My lord, I think I heard something!" Chuck's side. A short soldier said suddenly.

The centurion knows this guy, and his name is Yang Qi. Pointy-eared, half-elf. Elven bloodline gave him a keen sense of sight and hearing, and he was quite accomplished in archery, which led him to take the position of captain of the bow under Chuck.

"What do you hear. Describe it in detail. Chuck said. Although he didn't think that Yang Qi would be able to capture any unusual sounds in a noisy rescue environment. But the earthquake in the early hours of the morning and the Grand Duke's orders forced him to be more vigilant.

YANG Qi. Pointy Ear gestured to Chuck, "Wait a minute." My lord. ”

He took off his helmet, turned his body sideways, turned his left ear in the direction of the barren tundra, and then gagged his right ear with his fingers. In doing so, the half-elf will be able to further improve his sense of hearing.

"Click...... Yang Qi imitated the voice he heard, "it seems to ...... It seems to be the sound of a lot of boots stepping on the ice......"

"You mean. Ice? Chuck gasped.

Before the platinum centurion could say the second sentence, a sharp sound sounded in the fog, from far and near. Passed on.

Poof!

An arrow pierced the throat of one of Chuck's spearmen three positions. The soldier coughed a few times, then fell to the ground in pain, convulsed twice, and stopped moving.

Chuck looked at the arrows stuck in the corpse: the shafts painted brown, and the rough feathers made of long-feathered black goose feathers. The centurion, who had been dealing with the tundra orcs for many years, knew that this was the arrow that the green-skinned barbarian archers were used to.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Chuck yelled loudly, using up almost all the strength in his chest, "Everyone take up my arms and go up the walls, and the rescue work will be stopped for the time being!" ”

Chuck drew his sabre. He tried his best to control his feelings, so that the soldiers could not see the fear in his heart. The earthquake almost completely destroyed the Great Wall defense in the section of the Fortress of Savato. Now that there is no respite, the orc army suddenly appears. All his worries came true.

"It was the worst day of my life!" Chuck didn't dare to say what was in his heart, otherwise if the troops shook the morale of the army because of his commander, the shape would be even worse. He called his own soldiers: "Hurry up and send a message to the communication room, tell Sù Blue Water City, High Rock City, and everyone else who can fuck inform you that the orcs are coming!" ”

"Big ...... Your Excellency......" said the soldier, "Have you forgotten?" The mages were all buried by the mudslide......"

"All five?"

The soldier nodded with difficulty.

Normally, in the regular army of Ferredon, each team of 100 is accompanied by a field mage. There are five mages in the fortress of Sevato, who are responsible for communication and liaison work, dealing with certain problems that ordinary people cannot solve, or carrying out certain special combat missions.

These noble mages live on the east side of the fortress, in a small building adjacent to the Cold Fog Mountains, where they can usually enjoy the fresh air and beautiful scenery of the mountains. This is the best place to stay in the fortress, even better than Chuck's own residence. In order to serve these high-ranking mages well, the officers in charge of logistics can be said to be very troubled on weekdays.

Chuck gloated a little in the morning when he learned that the small building where the mages lived had been flooded by a mudslide. He didn't even have time to confirm whether the mages had avoided the disaster in time, so he threw himself into the intense rescue work, and then completely forgot about it. It was only at this critical juncture that he finally realized how important it was to have a spellcaster in the army.

The mess in the communication room, such as crystal balls, magic circles, etc., is only known to the mages to use it. For an ordinary soldier who knew nothing about arcane arts, it would be impossible to manipulate those things in the communication room.

To make matters worse, even the beacon tower collapsed in the early hours of the morning.

Chuck hurriedly called the logistics officer, allocated fifty auxiliaries, and ordered him to do everything possible to build a temporary beacon tower, and then pass on the news that the orc army was approaching. Then the centurion again sent a horse to deliver a message to the nearby fortress.

After doing everything that could be done, the garrison of the fortress of Sevato could only wait quietly.

As time passed, the sound that only the keen ears of the half-elf had been able to pick up just now became louder and louder. Everyone on the walls of the fortress could hear the dense footsteps that were not hurried.

The sound was like layers of ocean waves, washing over everyone's eardrums.

Endless black shadows appeared in the fog.

Their black silhouettes slowly approached the Great Wall of Anduin, becoming clearer and clearer. Soon, the soldiers on the walls would be able to see the ugly orc warriors with boar-like noses and sharp fangs.

Despite having fought the Tundra Orcs countless times, Chuck. McDougall had never seen such a large number of orcs, almost uncountable. Even if you look far away, your gaze stretches to the distant horizon, and you can't see the end of this orc army.

The centurion's hand holding the sword was so hard that even his knuckles turned pale.

"Will the people of this fortress survive today?"

This orc army has a width of about five kilometers in front of it, and on its flanks is a large area of wolf cavalry under black pressure. Even at a great distance, the human soldiers at the head of the fortress could smell the wolf smell wafting from afar.

The four phalanxes at the front, about 4,000 orcs, were all lightly armed troops wearing only ragged clothes and carrying rudimentary bows and arrows. God knows what kind of shit luck the other party took to be able to shoot someone on the city wall with that kind of wooden bow. Obviously, the commander of this orc army did not take the weakened human defenders after the earthquake was struck, otherwise he would definitely have placed the elite in heavy armor and armed with human weapons in the front line.

However, although there were many orcs, what really made the defenders of the Fortress of Savato despair were the two extremely conspicuous figures among the green-skinned barbarians who spread all over the mountains. Are these ugly big men who are more than ten meters tall and have only one eye the legendary cyclops?

Even in the last great rout when the empire lost the entire tundra land, the orcs did not dispatch the ultimate weapon of destruction like the cyclops!

How can you defeat such a creature that is completely beyond the capabilities of ordinary soldiers?

"Your Excellency...... All of our heavy crossbow bolts were buried in mudslides. The ballistas on the city walls, also because of the earthquake, only two can barely be used. We can't deal with that monster...... Isn't it ......," Chuck's lieutenant whispered.

The centurion knew that the other side did not say the last two words: retreat. He shook his head and said, "No." See those wolf cavalry? How can we outrun them? And even if his life is saved in the end, what will happen to this behavior of retreating without a fight? ”

The adjutant swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and his voice trembled: "It seems that the only way to fight to the death is ......"

Retreat is impossible. Surrender is even more unlikely. In the culture of the tundra orcs, there is no concept of "captivity" at all. Lay down your arms and the only thing you can do is to become food for the other side. Anyway, those green-skinned barbarians are not picky eaters. (To be continued......)