In the eyes of most humans, the Orc Plateau is a magical desert, but for the defenders of the Northlands, this statement is obviously too far from the real situation, and in their eyes, the orc shaman and witch doctor are very headache spellcasting professions.

The former is good at communicating with elemental spirits, causing various natural phenomena to launch powerful attacks, or giving auxiliary support to companions, their spell consumption is less effective, and their attack ability in some aspects is by no means inferior to mages, and they will not be much worse than priests and paladins in auxiliary abilities.

Moreover, because the shaman is good at cooperating with his companions, and has a unique advantage in channeling strategic magic, the seismic technique is simply the only big killer weapon for the orcs to attack the city.

But on the other hand, as a short-legged crispy class that is a huge threat and doesn't have as many life-saving spells as mages, Shamans can be caught in powerful melee combat

"We can give him ten seconds to plead with Mother Earth for protection, five seconds to draw his weapon, three seconds to make a senseless defiance or chant a spell, and then use the last second to kill him."

"Fourteen shamans are killed every minute! Please don't kill shamans indiscriminately, and support the Shaman's Land Drift Spell (Random Teleportation) Instant Bill! And support the abolition of the shaman profession! - Shamanic Self-Salvation Foundation. ”

Leaving aside the obvious flaws of individual combat power and the messy criticism, the Shaman's ability to be the first target in battle shows that his powerful support and ranged attack abilities are exactly what the orcs who are good at hand-to-hand combat lack.

If the Shaman is the best battlefield combination for orc warriors, then the Witch Doctor is the strongest logistics class, as they are adept at concocting poisons. He is also good at configuring antidotes. He is good at all kinds of curses and witchcraft. But he is also good at expelling curses and healing patients.

Although their treatment is somewhat outrageous, after all, whether it is a cold or dizziness, it is really terrifying to use bloodletting therapy, although most of the medicinal materials they prepare do not even know what is put in the tunnel (most of them have lizard dried powder, pitch-black grass roots and other unexplained materials), but in the plateau area where there is a lack of medical treatment, it does save a lot of lives. (The loser has hung up, and the dead naturally can't complain.) ）

Spellcasting classes are always scarce, and even more so for orc tribes.

For the orcs who are good at producing muscular warriors, it is difficult to find a clansman with a good mind. Not to mention the need for spell-casting talents, in various tribes, these two spell-casting professions are extremely rare and valuable, shamans and witch doctors have a high status in the orc tribe, and there are not a few who also serve as chiefs.

But by this time, the precious shaman and witch doctor had become handymen, looking up and down the altar, and the angry bystanders even began to whip them. "Damn! I was so careful, why did something go wrong. ”

Aemon of the Blood Axe Tribe. The blood axe was iron-faced, and the sacrificial ceremony was presided over by his own tribe. Most of the elite shamans and witch doctors of the Blood Axe tribe are involved in it, and countless sacrifices are used. In the end, this result is still the same, which is disheartening.

Failed? No, not really, at least the little orange-red glow that warms the fire around the warriors is proof of.

Did it work? Not to mention, the shrunken brows and troubled faces of the chiefs speak for themselves, at least not as far as expected.

"My lord, the results are out, the blessing should be considered a success, it can indeed play a role in resisting the cold, but"

Even though the old shaman reported this, everyone did not let up, because the ceremony was held at a critical moment, but the glorious light of the fire was suddenly interrupted, and the angry accusation of the demon lord echoed in everyone's ears.

"Such a filthy sacrifice still wants my blessing! False souls have been placed on my altar? You are blaspheming, challenging my dignity! I curse you, curse you for your imminent destruction, and dare to deceive the Demon King."

Realizing that there was a problem with offering his own sacrifices, the enraged Demon Marquis immediately lowered his rage, and the huge flames turned into a flaming colossus holding an angry halberd, and began to bring destruction in the camp, and the open demon gate indicated that the demon army was about to arrive.

Fortunately, the old shaman who was presiding over the ceremony at that time cut off the connection with the demon abyss in time, let the flame incarnation of the marquis return to the element, and let the dimensions close again, otherwise it would definitely not be a blessing failure, and the entire camp would be destroyed by the angry demon marquisess.

In this way, they actually said that the ceremony did not fail, and all the chiefs showed expressions of surprise.

"Huh? Blessing without failure? ”

Emon was even more surprised, he knew that Eliza was not easy to deal with, and he was already mentally prepared for complete failure.

"The effect of the blessing is not complete, it can probably only play a short-term effect on the cold, and judging from the law of the elemental fading, I am afraid that the blessing will subside in a maximum of thirty days."

Hearing this, all the chiefs breathed a sigh of relief, and when the ritual failed, everyone was prepared for the worst, although the blessing that had been expected for three months turned into less than a month, which was already much better than the original worst plan.

"Have you found out about the sacrifice? Which tribe dares to cheat at this critical moment! I'm going to hang his chief's head on a flagpole and sacrifice it! ”

Emmon was very annoyed, this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity was almost missed, and he also offended a demon lord, and there would be trouble in the future.

The Demon Lord is a well-known servant, and it is very difficult for them to get something to do, and if they want to contribute, in addition to serving them well, there is also an expensive "appearance fee".

The strongest currency in the lower plane is the soul from the upper plane, and in order to please the Marquis of the Sea of Fire, this time the sacrifices are the best slaves of each tribe.

The ritual will not fail for no reason, the Demon Lord is notoriously moody, but he is notoriously disdainful of lying and deception (seeing that people are unhappy and doing it directly, if he wants any treasure, he will directly rob it), since the Demon Lord is dissatisfied with the sacrifice and roars, then it is most likely that there is really a problem with this batch of sacrifices.

"This" The old shaman of the turtle clan was a little hesitant, but seeing the chiefs looking at themselves with doubts on their faces, he knew that it was no longer okay not to say anything. The last one could only grit his teeth and say.

"The sacrifice has all been consumed. But the blessings are not complete. If it weren't for the insufficient share of the soul of the sacrifice, it would not be possible to explain the loss of part of the force. The sacrifice is gone, and there is no way to find out, but judging from the time when Lord Eliza began to get angry, it was the time when the sacrifice of the Blood Axe Tribe was sacrificed! ”

Immediately, Emmon, who was still questioning the shaman with anger on his face just now, was dumb, was there something wrong with his own tribe?

The chieftains around them looked at Aemon with unfriendliness, and they also remembered that the direction of the flame colossus's roar was not in the headquarters of the Blood Axe Tribe? Ammon was so sure that this was not a typical thief shouting to catch a thief.

Unconsciously. The seeds of discord have been planted, and most of the united tribes still rely on their prestige, and the successive defeats are undoubtedly the biggest blow to Eamon's prestige.

Regardless of the seemingly peaceful, but in fact unpredictable chiefs, after a brief interruption in the sacrifice, a certain will has already come, and the actual sacrifice has been partially deducted. Divert for other purposes.

At this time, the altar was already in chaos, and in the midst of the sacrifice. A fiery phantom is moving from illusion to reality.

She smelled the cold air that finally had no smell of sulfur, and the familiar pretty face smiled, like the Storm Lady of the Rain City, a silver-haired female demon who had secretly descended into the mortal world in the form of an avatar.

"Master, miss me? Are you ready to greet me? I said it would be a surprise attack. ”——

When large-scale air warfare was not yet possible, the most indispensable thing in ground warfare was terrain superiority.

Camo's Tears, the former Arashi no Kuni Xigang Fortress site rebuilt, this super fortress is Jedi on both sides, the heavy city walls are actually covered with expensive magic alloys, and the moat flows with special alchemy oil, as long as it is ignited, before the reserve oil in the fortress ditch is exhausted, the sea of fire will burn for more than two months.

The city gathered one-third of the entire Siluwell's military strength, more than forty percent of the liberators, nine large mage towers, more than thirty medium-sized mage towers, and the heavy artillery and fire crossbows on the city wall leaning towards the mouth of the orc gorge made people feel dense phobia, and more than two hundred years of painstaking management made it one of the few fortified cities on the mainland.

As a fortress that does not fall, he has firmly locked the pass for hundreds of years, and it is said that its establishment has also been supported by the northern countries and the human superpowers.

Since he built it, the city wall that even giants can't climb has become a serious problem for the orc plateau, and the orcs who lack siege equipment really can't do anything about it, just relying on a few flying races and air cavalry to build a fortress of this size is a dream, and even the previous joint chief of the orcs died under the city.

But if you want me to say, it was a bad decision from the start.

"Is there a fortress in this world that will never fall? Can you defend against the assassination of the top powerhouses and the bombing of forbidden spells? Putting all your resources in one basket is a bad decision, even if your fortress is impregnable, I just need to bypass you, even if there is no ready-made road, isn't it enough to open a new road? ”

The Macedonian defense line on Earth has proven how stupid this immovable fixed line of defense is, but in this world, the military academies of the pan-continent still regard fortress defense as a classic conventional tactic, and Sluwell is also a practitioner and beneficiary of fortress doctrine, and after this lesson, it is estimated that all military schools will regard this war as an important case study - a stupid negative case of overly superstitious and strong fortresses.

This time, the trade and exchange agreement that Slulwell had just signed for less than a month was torn up in an instant, and the orcs came without warning, and they were fierce and abnormal.

The earth elemental god Om Diroken was much more low-key than his colleagues, and he simply used a localized earthquake of high intensity to alter the terrain and give the plateau a long and narrow exit, and the sturdy fortress became the eyes of the troglodytes.

The orc army directly attacked the hinterland of the kingdom of Sluvier, and then came to a center to blossom, divided into four armies to attack various cities, among which the Blood Axe tribe led nearly half of the tribe to attack the capital of Sluvill Antun.

In order to create more chaos and contain the forces of the various lords, hundreds of wolf cavalry wings began to flow and raid, and in the situation that everyone was in danger, the lords naturally supported their own troops. Less than a month after the start of the war. Antoun was already in a hurry. Sluwell was finished sooner than anyone expected.

At this time, I was a little helpless.

It's not that I don't want to do anything, it's just that the first snow back to the Duchy of Donglan came, and even if I had expected it, it still didn't come at the right time, and at this time, there were too many things to do, and it was undoubtedly the most unsuitable time for snow.

Winters in the Northland are unusually fierce. Outside the window, the snow had covered the entire Difender, and it was half a meter of snow when you stepped on it, and there were no pedestrians in the streets.

Going out in such weather is a disaster, let alone marching, the horses will fall into the snow as soon as they go out, and the rapid hypothermia will make the precious war horses die inexplicably.

According to the unspoken rules that have gradually formed in the Northland over the years, when a country is attacked by orcs and other foreign races, other countries will give a certain amount of assistance, either material support or simply send troops to help. In previous years, it was often the Principality of Kasomi who enjoyed this treatment, but this year it was undoubtedly Sluwell.

But alas. The heavy snowfall that affected most of the Northland changed all that.

Supplies could not be delivered, reinforcements were stuck in the road, and the orcs were storming the city in the snow, which was a desperate situation.

The cruel natural environment is fair to the enemy and me, and the day when the mountains are closed by heavy snow in previous years is also a customary truce day, after all, it is a long-cherished wish for a soldier to die on the battlefield, and how to think about it if you freeze to death on the battlefield, this meaningless death always makes people want to curse and greet the commander's family.

But fortunately, as the blessing of the fire god subsided again in advance, the orcs were also forced to begin to shrink their field of activity, using the city they had already conquered as a station, slowing down the speed of the raid.

In fact, even without Eliza's blessing from the god of fire, this war would have broken out much earlier

On the other hand, while Eliza's name was repeatedly scolded by the orc higher-ups, Aemon and his Bloodaxe tribe were also resented and angry, and while their prestige plummeted, they also began to be marginalized by the main force of the coalition.

In a sense, the orc alliance was divided into four and marched forward, which was not only a strategic consideration, but also showed that Emon, who was not prestigious, could no longer control the situation.

At this moment, the other three chiefs have their tribes supporting them around them, and I am afraid that who will be the future orc emperor will depend on the results achieved in this war.

Everyone knows that the war will not wait until next spring, and it is impossible for the human countries to watch Antoun fall like this, and Sluvwill will perish like this, and when the snow stops, as long as the legion can be touched, I am afraid that it will be the time when the war will begin.

And because the war started in the cold winter of the Northland, or a major war involving the survival of the race, this war must be extremely cruel, and there are not a few non-combat attrition.

At this time, I was also busy with military affairs.

"Has the news arrived from Hoyle? How is the prospecting going? ”

Every Grey Dwarf is a good miner by nature, and their innate abilities are the ability to walk underground with stone walking and the perception of gems, and Hoyle, the Grand Master of the Grey Dwarf Blacksmith, has a keen eye for minerals that no other clan can match.

Whether it is foreign trade or domestic military, the demand for minerals in the newborn Donglan is endless, especially now when many new legions are still holding wooden training weapons to make up the number, a large number of military weapons will be the foundation of Donglan's rise, and weapons must start from minerals.

This is simply the lifeline of Donglan's future, and even now when the war broke out, I still regard it as my first priority.

While I returned to Diefonde early because of the war, I left Hoyle and the other grey dwarf blacksmiths in the barbarians' territory to prospect for mines, and if he couldn't find a mining area, the human miners had nothing to look forward to.

"Good news, that mountain range is indeed a rich mining area, and two refined iron, one magic iron, and two gem mining areas have been found. But if you want to mine, it's not a problem that can be solved in the short term. Lord Hoyle asks for help from heavy machinery and spellcasters, and he asks the Beya brothers to help him. ”

"Bombing mines? It seems that it is also the only way that can achieve short-term results, okay, the Beya brothers sent to help him, but he should pay attention to his safety, and don't clash with the local barbarians, they all admit death, and offending once is equivalent to offending for a lifetime. ”

"Yes, Your Highness, we will convey it. So, the next priority is the number and banner of the new legion."

The assistants searched back and forth, and the accumulated military affairs had overwhelmed the desks, and countless troubles came one by one.

Even if I don't mean to meddle in government affairs at all, just military affairs are a headache.

Whenever this happens, I miss Eliza very much, after all, other people can only play a supporting role at most, but Eliza, who I brought up, has the ability to deal with it as much as mine, and can completely throw all the trouble to her and be lazy.

Well, Eliza is still in the abyss, and there is no point in thinking about this, so let's focus on the troubles in front of us.

"The situation in Antun is very bad, I am afraid that the city may be broken at any time"

After all, they were all born from the same origin, even if it was mentioned that the country was full of dissatisfaction and unhappiness before, but at this time, seeing his demise, this young assistant was a little uneasy.

I nodded, signaling that I had understood, but I was lost in thought.

Saving is definitely going to be saved, even if there are many dissatisfaction with its royal family, but I still can't do it while the people of the same origin Lan are slaughtered, and once Siluwell completely falls, I'm afraid that most of the people who will be involved in a direct war will be Dong Lan next, and Dong Lan is obviously not ready to deal with a full-scale war now.

Although it is definitely necessary to rescue, it is important to pay attention to how to save it, not only to play a role, to win face among the countries, and to win the initiative in the future diplomacy of the Northland, but also not to slap the swollen face and become fat, and shake the Donglan family, which is not abundant.

After a long time, I finally made a decision.

"Send a letter to Antun, if Donglan, as a neutral country, wants to participate in the war, he must use sufficient reasons to let them take the initiative and openly ask for help, by the way, and apply to the Church of the Gods, well, it is an application for us to send troops to help them resist the invasion, so that Lord Sleepless will recognize the necessity and justice of this war, and we can send troops."

"Didn't you say that I was a fake not long ago, accusing Donglan of being a fake and deceitful, and announcing it to all the kingdoms and churches, I will see how you slapped your own face. Well, the previous disclosure will let all the countries understand the new system of Donglan now, and the latter paragraph will be directly thrown to that Fimur. Cassel 'His Majesty'. ”

Since you want me to help save my life, I will bow my head and reflect on it, and first squirt it out before. I'll eat it all for myself!

I'm not worried at all that Fimuel won't bow his head, after all, Antoun's situation is very bad now, and in the face of life, many people will become much more honest.

"Hmph, it's really a wonderful irony, I just said that I was a fake, and now I actually turned my head to ask for help from the fake, and the most obvious ones who shot later are probably the 'Demon Army' in their mouths."

After thinking about it for a while, under the existing conditions, the most suitable main force for rescue is still my undead legion who is not afraid of the cold, and in the previous announcement, that group of guys directly called the demon legion, and the powerlessness and contempt in the words were even more undisguised.

"Such a good winter hunting opportunity can't be wasted, just used for training soldiers. Each knight brought me two servants, and let the lads get ready, and we'll set off when the snow stops! (To be continued......)