"Hold on!"

Sodrore's voice was almost instantly drowned out by the roar of the orcs, although the first row only touched thirty or forty people, but this wild impact still made the nobles behind hear a roar like thunder-

The front was squeezed and deformed, and for the first time, the barbarian soldiers encountered these stronger opponents, holding their shields with solemn faces, and resisting these guys in front of them with all their might...

"Blessing of Strength!"

"Shield Strike!"

"Boom!"

The neat infantry array collectively performed this tactic of forcing the enemy back, but this time the enemy was not knocked out, but stumbled half a step and pounced again - the orcs are strong and extremely resistant to blows, unless they are injured by the long sword, they will always have strong tenacity like beasts, if it were not for the excellent equipment of the barbarian soldiers, I am afraid that most of the soldiers in the first row would have fallen by this time.

However, it is these equipment that really make a difference.

Although the impact of the orcs was fierce, it had a "three-plate axe" flavor, and after the first three attacks were unable to open the situation, the compression of the entire front immediately began to slow down - this was mainly because the wolf cavalry was not good at foot combat at all, or they could not fight at all!

Their battles were entirely instinctive, and there was no such thing as an "array" or "coordination" in either inter-clan battles or internal duels, as was the case with all but Sauron's specially trained troops.

This caused the orcs' offensive to slow down immediately after three minutes, and once they lost their momentum, they were completely suppressed at the bottom of the ramp!

The advantage of "condescending" is definitely not a joke, originally the height of the barbarian soldiers is similar to that of the orcs, and when they are in an uphill position, every time they push and collide, the orcs have to use three or four percent more strength to deal with - once or twice the orcs can resist, but after ten or eight times, the physical strength of these guys will quickly reach the limit...

"Ding!"

"Bang!"

The sound of this weapon and armor colliding everywhere sounded, and the orcs advocated "one force to ten meetings", and great strength was everything, but they didn't know... When an inferior weapon hits a well-made armor, it is difficult to deal unnecessary damage except for concussion.

The aristocratic private soldiers they attacked before were basically leather armor, and they were no different from paper paste when facing the impact of the wolf, but the barbarian soldiers wore "fine iron heavy armor", and the materials were so thick that ordinary people could not afford to wear them. In addition, this is a face-to-face foot battle, and the attack power of the orcs has dropped greatly after losing the wolf bonus, and there is a sense of powerlessness in the face of the defense of the tower shield.

After three or four minutes of frenzied attack, only three of the barbarian soldiers in the front row were pulled to the back due to their shock injuries, while the soldiers in the second row who followed as substitutes easily blocked the opponent out!

The city wall composed of fifteen tower shields is impregnable, and although the number of orcs is large, it is simply impossible to put more troops on the narrow slope.

The short swords of the barbarian soldiers slashed the orcs mercilessly, and when the wolf cavalry lost the bonus of the wolf, they became a group of stragglers - in the face of a united defensive array, the first group of orcs could only drag a group of wounded people in humiliation after dropping twenty-three corpses.

"Do you see, the enemy is not afraid!"

Roddy knew that morale had to be maintained at such a time, otherwise it would be impossible to control such a thing as self-collapse without a fight. As he spoke, the soldiers responded with shouts, and then cut off the heads of the fallen orcs on the spot and placed them neatly in front of the trench.

The nobles, whose faces had always been ugly, also breathed a sigh of relief, raised their long swords excitedly and cheered - the original desperate mood immediately improved significantly.

But the orcs in the distance could not bear this provocation. When someone asked Godard for a second wave of attacks, the Overseer reached out and stopped them, turned to look at the human camp that was waiting for him, waved his hand, and retreated with everyone...

The orc soldiers protested in bewilderment, but Godard was unmoved, and led the large army directly to the camp in front of the mine three hundred meters away, and ordered to be stationed.

At this time, the sun completely set into the horizon, and the surrounding scenery changed from warm to cold, and then completely darkened. The orcs, who were still indignant, finally realized the Overseer's intentions, and one by one calmed down and stopped shouting, except for the occasional whispering curse, and then honestly lit a campfire and prepared food for the wolf...

"Don't look for trouble on your own at night, they can't run away, even if we don't attack, they will rush out hungry for three days, understand?"

Godard is not a fool with a tendon in his head, the area where the other side is stationed is so large, there is no food or water in this kind of place, how long can more than 400 people last without eating or drinking? If the strong attack cannot be attacked, he must grasp the initiative, and under the disadvantage of night blindness, he will not be stupid enough to ask for hardship.

Although that place was an excellent defensive terrain, it essentially cut off his retreat completely, and militarily speaking, Roddy had set himself up a "dead end".

"I thought they could do something, but I didn't expect that they could only be stupid enough to defend it, heh. ”

Godard also didn't expect things to develop to this point, but he saw the move, and now he still takes the initiative, "Triple the patrol at night, be careful of them breaking through at any time, arrange this place, if these humans still have a little courage, then send them to death quickly!"

"Yes, Lord Overseer!"

However, as soon as these orders were placed, the black-robed orc appeared in front of him like a ghost.

"Lord Overseer, it looks like you're in some trouble right now?"

"It's not a hassle, it's just a little bit of effort. ”

Although it was a cooperation, Godard had never liked this swishing guy, and he waved his hand: "These guys will die sooner or later, you don't have to worry about it." ”

"Of course, your plan is very reasonable, but I can assist a little, such as... Let the humans be able to spend the night 'happily'. ”

Godard frowned, he had noticed the hundreds of undead near the foot of the mountain early in the morning, the other party's summoning technique was indeed terrifying, he didn't want to have a conflict with the other party, he thought for a moment, and simply agreed: "As long as you don't interfere with my soldiers, then you can toss as you want." ”

"No problem. ”

The black-robed orc's cheeks twitched stiffly in the shadows a few times, Godard didn't want to look at the creepy smile, so he simply turned his head to stare at the bonfire, and the other party didn't talk nonsense, and left quietly.

Ten minutes later, the human camp not far away remembered the shouts of battle. Some orcs looked up, but were reprimanded by Godard: "What do you see? You can't see clearly in front of the other party's run, can you see a fart from such a distance? Rest when you should rest, patrol when you should patrol!"

"Conserve your strength, sleep when you should sleep, don't worry about anything else. ”

Two hundred meters away, Roddy said similar words at the same time, and his calm tone did not make people feel that the situation was critical at all - but in fact, the zombies surrounding the ramp outside had been densely packed on the ramp outside for dozens of meters...

The smell of flesh rotting and blood mixed with the air was disgusting, and the soldiers of the "Rosicrucise" had a firm faith, and they only had anger and no fear in the face of these undead creatures, but the nobles and private soldiers were pale, because the undead in front of them were basically the private soldiers of other nobles, and even some nobles themselves could be seen...

The barbarian soldiers in the front row move in unison to attack the zombies, but they do not dodge or dodge, and sometimes even open their mouths to bite the tower shield - in the face of this kind of unskilled attack, the soldiers will naturally not be polite, and the rotating team will constantly cut down the approaching undead, if there are too many people, they will take a step back, and then rely on the collective "shield strike" to repel the enemy.

This defense has been going on for more than ten minutes, and the physical strength of the barbarian soldiers is constantly being consumed, although the intensity of the battle is not large, but if this continues, they will eventually fall on the battle line because of their lack of strength.

Of course, Roddy was not going to sit idly by, and after lighting some improvised torches, he ordered: "Let those guys who have never fought in a war go to the front line to assist in the battle, and get familiar with dealing with the undead as soon as possible." ”

He instead shouted, "These guys aren't much better than the wooden targets on the training ground, as long as you can cut the scarecrow, you can hack these zombies to death, you know?"

"Don't be afraid of being bitten, we have a bishop and three priests in our ranks, they are all excellent priests who have experienced jihad, and no one will die!

Morale must rely on such means to constantly encourage, Roddy's face was full of confidence, but when he stood in the front of the platform and intuitively saw the increasing number of undead troops, his heart was also tense.

"If we continue to rotate like this, it may be okay to hold on until the sun rises tomorrow, but if the other party still presses, then we may be in danger..."

Sodrore was also worried, and he knew that the biggest problem now was not the enemy, but his own supply.

"Don't worry about that, go and rest when it's time to rest, and at dawn, we counterattack. ”

Roddy reached out and took out a stack of scrolls from the storage box beside the "Train King", "Thanks to my preparation..."

It didn't take long for the group spells such as "Divine Protective Enchantment", "Holy Light Scorching", and "Gaze of the Gods" to be released along with the golden light, and the screams of the undead creatures were incessant, and the offensive was suspended for a while, allowing the soldiers to breathe.

But it didn't take long for the next group of undead to rush over the ground again...

I don't have a manuscript left, writing a chapter is a chapter, and I'm trying to do as much as I can these days.

Speaking of which, this is also the way of writing overdraft, and it is estimated that I will have to take a day off and rest in retrospect. Whenever I see someone else's 10,000-word update foundation, I envy it.,Although I've done this before.,But now I can't do it anymore...