Ourudana, a fortress city located on the border. The www.biquge.info has experienced the baptism of blood and war since its establishment. Over the centuries, the city has gone from humble when it was first built to its current majesty. Countless races erected the majesty of the city with their lives. Now, the city is once again facing challenges.

In the far reaches of the city, on the walls of the high walls. The border soldiers stood at the wall, looking into the distance, and thousands of wolf horsemen were waiting on the high ground.

The horn sounded "Woo Woo Woo", and countless wolf riders began to sprint towards the city. The scene was very spectacular, holding the weapon in his hand. The veteran's eyes were full of seriousness, and his dark pupils did not tremble at all. The veterans know as long as they stay here. Then with the cavalry in front of you, you can't capture this place.

The wolf knight of the half-orcs is one of the few elite cavalry on the steppe. In the face of this kind of cavalry, even elite veterans are reluctant to encounter it on flat ground. Because once encountered, it is absolutely either dead or wounded, which is the truth that countless soldiers understand with their lives. Except for an elite cavalryman, the average Ranger is on the verge of collapse when facing the opposite side of this level. This is undoubtedly the best adjective. But the mighty cavalry could only stop when facing the city walls. A thick wall was undoubtedly like a heavenly shield to resist ferocious weapons.

In just a few minutes, the wolf riders in the distance rushed directly under the city wall. Keeping a distance, the wolf rider not far away mocked the crowd on the city wall.

"Damn, these guys." In the face of ridicule, the young frontier soldiers showed a completely different style from the veterans. Unlike the calmness of the veteran, the moment he saw the wolf rider's taunt, the irascible recruit had already raised his bow and arrow. Straight out of the shot.

The bow is full of strings. With a 'bang', the arrow body crossed a perfect arc and fell directly to the ground.

"It's useless, these damn guys control the distance. You're just wasting your bow and arrows. Glancing at the guy in front of him, the veteran's eyes were full of indifference. War and blood, there have been times when I was as full of blood as this guy. It's just that now, veterans have already seen too many deaths. It's just that now, veterans are no longer as willful as when they were young, maybe this can be a momentary bravery. But it's more just a wasted effort. When you are in the post, then you have to remember your responsibilities, because the opportunity you see is not a chance to give the other party a chance to break through. Fighters are constantly changing, and you never know how the situation on the battlefield will go. Because, after all, you're just a veteran.

Shaking his head, sometimes the veteran himself feels very bored with his own thoughts. Before I knew it, I was already numb. Isn't he eager to do whatever he wants like the recruit in front of him? Veterans, however, are different. Because the veteran wants to leave his strength on killing the enemy, the veteran always keeps this in mind.

did not stop some recruits from consciously counterattacking, the veterans wiped the blades in their hands, and looked at the cavalry under the city coldly, with no waves in their eyes.

Blocked by high walls, the city was certainly not in danger of falling. But these guys don't go if they're too lazy. Then it is undoubtedly very demoralizing. The main thing is that the wolf cavalry came too suddenly. At this point in time, there are still many volunteers outside. Once it is dusk, how many volunteers who did not enter the city in time will be killed! Looking at the moving sun, a hint of worry appeared on the face of the wise veteran.

"Woo woo woo" was another horn sound, as if he understood the idea of the veterans cowering. After realizing that it was fruitless, the wolf cavalry faded like a tide. Orderly order, always on guard when retreating. It's really an elite class of half-orcs. It really deserves to be an existence that makes many veterans feel discolored.

The sun is starting to kick in. There are a few wandering Minutemen and a slow return. Then, waiting for them were the wolf cavalry who had been waiting for a long time. There was not the slightest resistance, or rather, the resistance of the Volunteers was too much in the eyes of the wolf cavalry. Facing the crushing of numbers and strength. Soon a pair of volunteers were captured. Yes, it was just a captive, and the hideous orcs didn't choose to kill these volunteers.

"What the hell are these guys going to do?" When he saw the volunteers not far away, the young volunteers were already angry. After all, they were once a volunteer. Now facing the wolf cavalry blocking the door of the house, killing his partner here. How did they not get angry.

"Not good." The clever veteran looked at the half-orc's actions of only capturing and not killing, and felt a little familiar. However, it was as if something bad had come to mind. The veteran's face changed.

"Are these bastards really going to do this?" His face kept changing, and the veteran thought of some bad memories. That day, that night. The veterans had to kill their comrades with their own hands. This made the veterans hate these orcs to death. Fighting between races is never merciful. Some are just endlessly ruthless, unscrupulous in pursuit of victory.

Things are moving in the direction that the veterans don't want to develop. As time passed, pairs of Vigilantes were brutally compensated in the face of the very agile orcs. Even if there are some clever volunteers, they have keenly avoided this danger. But there was no way to get close to the city wall not far away, so he had no choice but to retreat to the original way.

In the dark night, there are occasional sparks flickering. It was the sound of an explosion in the distance. It was the magician of the Volunteers who was releasing flames, and it was the silent resistance of the Volunteers. Clenching his fists tightly, the garrison had already accumulated a belly of fire.

"Why, why not attack. As long as you are flanked back and forth with the returning volunteers. Then we have every chance of winning. The faces of the recruits were very anxious, and inadvertently, the tone of the recruits gradually began to grow.

"I know, but what if it fails. What we are doing is guarding the life of a city. If it fails, the city will be thrown like a naked lamb to the wolves. The veteran's eyes were bloodshot, and the pressure began to surge.