All night, the orc high priestess Hossa Moon felt uneasy, and it was extremely unusual for someone like him to have such feelings, and it made him feel very worried. The battle against Capra did not go as smoothly as previously expected, and although the north-south flank tactics were implemented smoothly, the results were somewhat disappointing. Yesterday afternoon, the wing led by the deputy general Truk stormed for a long time and did not capture the south gate, forcing him to send two more wings of men and horses under the leadership of experienced generals to gallop to the aid of Truk, but it was still too late, Truk's wing was completely wiped out, and from the mouth of a deserter, they knew that it was not the main force of human beings who blocked the Truk unit, but only a battalion of human beings.

If it is said that the elite of a battalion of orcs blocks a wing of humans, it may be credible, but a battalion of humans blocks a wing of orcs...

Hossa Moon was a little surprised. When did the strength of the human race become so strong? He paced up and down the tent anxiously all night, thinking about the next tactics, until four o'clock in the morning when the south side of Capra Pass suddenly burst into flames and shouted to the sky, and he realized that the human race had attacked the orc army outside the southern city, so that the troops in the northern city must be empty, and now was the best time to attack.

"The order was given, and the battalions were ready to attack at dawn. ”

Horsa Moon's order was conveyed, and the orc soldiers who were waiting for the rest of their lives were immediately put into battle after a few mouthfuls of dry food.

In order to ensure that he could take Capra Pass in one fell swoop, Hossa Moon rode a Kodo beast and followed the center of the attacking team under the protection of more than 200 personal soldiers, and he wanted to use his war song to provide the most direct help to the besieging troops while supervising the battle.

When the battle was at its highest, Jossa Moon put on a colorful robe, a hat with a five-colored feather, and brandished a staff with a skull embedded in the upper end of his hand, and began to sing loudly on the back of the Kodomon, and he twisted his body and danced while singing, which was said to be the most effective war song with a side dance.

The high priest's war song was really different, covering almost all the soldiers who rushed to the front line, the combat power of the orcs increased instantly, and the human defense line on the city wall immediately became crumbling, and soon the orcs occupied a large area above the city wall, and the orcs behind climbed up to consolidate and expand their advantage on the city wall, if there was no major accident, the human beings had no ability to drive the orcs down again.

"That's it!"

Seeing that the scales of battle were rapidly tilting in his favor, Hossa Moon breathed a sigh of relief and said with a sneer. But as soon as he finished speaking, the sky above him suddenly darkened, and he looked up in surprise to see that the dark clouds that covered the sky were drifting from the south of Capra Pass, and the closer they got to the clouds, the larger they became, and finally covered almost the entire battlefield.

"That's not right!"

Looking at the clouds rolling sharply overhead, Hossa Moon stopped singing his war song and searched around with falcon-like eyes to find something.

This is by no means a natural celestial phenomenon. But what? With Hossa Moon's erudition, there is also a question mark.

But the mystery wasn't hidden for long. A strange voice came from the clouds, rhythmic but not in human language, nor in orc language.

Hossa Moon felt vaguely familiar with these pronunciations, and he had studied the various languages of the continent, not only the extant ones, but also those that had been lost for a long time, and finally he had a vague understanding of them.

"O qi spirit wandering between heaven and earth, please obey my call..."

By the way, it's the ancient elves!

Jossa Moon suddenly remembered someone. Before the Southern Expedition, he had done his homework and knew that the ancient city was currently in the hands of a magician named Alan Kanter, who was said to be young but had reached the level of a great magician, and was the only four-line magician in history. At the same time, Alan Kanter also organized the young nomads to form an army called the "Boys' Regiment", and the army stationed at Capra Pass at this time was the same Boys' Legion that had caused the orcs to suffer from the "autumn hunt". However, what makes Hossa Moon strange is that judging from the known battle reports, the battle of Capra Pass has not been fought until now, and Alan Kanter, the commander of the human legion, has not even shown up, which makes him suspect that Alan Kanter's powerful strength is boasted by humans themselves, and he does not dare to take it out for actual combat verification. And now, is it the "wasted" Alan Kante who has finally made a move?

"Captain Allen is back!"

As if to respond to Hossa Moon's speculation, a woman on the wall shouted, using amplification magic, and the sound was heard far away, and before her words could be heard, the human defenders on the wall erupted in a tsunami of cheers.

Looking at their excited looks, it seemed that as long as the regiment commander Allen made a move, the situation of this battle would be completely reversed.

Hossa Moon's dark brown pupils contracted violently, and he looked at the dark clouds that were still gathering in the sky, and he couldn't wait to see the power of the magic when it was released, and the caster didn't keep him waiting.

"Hulamur..."

Seeing that the morale of the human defenders on the opposite side suddenly soared, a small leader of the minotaur on the city wall raised the battle axe in his hand, ready to boost the morale of his subordinates, but he never dreamed that this move would bring him death.

The Minotaur Leader was very tall, three and a half steps, plus a three-and-a-half step long axe, and it was made of pure steel, and when he held the tomahawk high, the whole shape was a living lightning rod.

"Click!"

In response to the minotaur's shape, the sky exploded, and a bowl of lightning burst out of the dark clouds and slashed at the axe. A huge electric current traveled along the handle of the axe to the Minotaur's arm, and a puff of green smoke rose from the Minotaur's head. The battlefield with a strong smell of blood suddenly had a fresh smell of barbecue, as if a kiln chicken wrapped in yellow mud had suddenly been smashed into the mud shell on the surface.

The soldiers around the small leader of the minotaur also wanted to do the same, raising their weapons and shouting two voices to suppress the high morale of the human race, but the lightning roasted live cattle in front of them made them quickly retract the blades they had just raised, but it was still a little late, as the first lightning fell, the "thunderbolt" large and small lightning was like raindrops, and the city wall was suddenly full of dazzling flashes, and these arcs of electricity seemed to have eyes and slashed at the dense places of the orc soldiers.