The former Duchy of Rochowil, also known as the Land of Mountains, is now occupied and divided by the Orc Stone Heart Clan and the Iron Forehead Clan. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The gurgling mountain streams are blocked by dikes made of boulders and rubble, and the water level is constantly raised to become reservoirs, and the small openings specially opened to pour out torrents are used to propel the hydraulic machinery seized from humans.

The blazing blast furnace, spewing billowing smoke, crushed iron ore and coke, melted into red-hot molten iron, dumped into a trench by skilled orc laborers, poured directly into a plaster mold, and after a little cooling, shattered the shell, and removed the rough embryo of the weapon.

The next step is to remove the iron slag from the edges, use the whetstone to create a sharp blade, install the handle, wrap the animal skin, decorate the teeth, bones and other ornaments, and make it into a weapon that is universally applicable to clan members.

At least twice as strong as ordinary humans, orc weapons are usually heavy, thirty pounds of iron swords abound, and ten-captain-level leaders often use heavier and more destructive battle axes.

Chief Kruren Stoneheart sits on a pedestal of animal bones, with his ally Turta Tie on his left hand and loyal subordinates on his right, a military commander who has grown up in the flames of war.

His face could not hide his indignation, because the human knight standing not far away, the extraordinary strength displayed in the Makgora duel ceremony, easily killed his only brother, and he was also the strongest orc warrior in the stone heart clan that had just been formed.

The palm of Kruren Stoneheart's right hand pressed against the grip of the heavy battle axe, and he wanted to hold the Death Roar, the weapon of the chieftain blessed by the earth shaman, tightly, but the knight's untied armor parts smashed more than a dozen deep pits on the hard ground of the duel arena, and the astonishing movement of the dust and noise made him clearly understand the difference in force between the two sides.

"Why do humans have such powerful warriors?"

The orc chieftain's heart was constantly roaring, and he couldn't help but think back to the ritual battle not long ago, trying to find an answer from it.

It all started three days ago, when a flat-bottomed fleet of paddle boats suddenly appeared in the Blackwater Swamp on the border between the Principality of Maryland, the hunting ground (territory) of the Stoneheart Clan, loaded with humans armed with muskets, prostrate, squatting, or standing, and successively strafing any beast that appeared in their field of vision, even the members of the orc clan patrolling here.

The apparently ill-intentioned move was undoubtedly a declaration of war in the eyes of the orcs, and the surviving patrolmen immediately blew the battle horn, attracting the three nearby hundred-man teams to the area, and quickly assembled into a field legion.

As they lay in ambush in the only open area where they landed safely, they hid in burrows in the turf, ready to hurl long-range weapons such as short spears at the human musketeers.

Unexpectedly, a flotilla of more than 50 flat-bottomed boats found a hard ground in the swampy area, hurriedly and mistakenly set up a formation, and took off the camouflage of the secret weapon, just when the orcs of the field legion were at a loss, one after another exploded bombs like hail of early winter cold waves, blooming everywhere in the ambush positions in the open area, like dozens of ploughing iron ploughs, blowing up all the holes.

Most of the orc warriors couldn't dodge, and before they could react, they fled quickly, and the heat of the air instantly hit, knocking them to the ground, and then the explosion and splashing iron shards hit them with a sound, and the blood continued to flow out of their honeycomb-like bodies, and in the blink of an eye, they lost too much blood to survive.

Twenty mortars fired nearly 500 flowering shells one after another, and although the enemy was still lurking, more than half of them were wiped out in the blink of an eye.

The remaining remnants of the defeated army fled in a panic, mostly wounded, losing the anger and courage of the orc warriors, and the blood spilled along the way silently pointed the right way.

After three days of waiting to go to the logistics department to hand over 50,000 woolen coats purchased from the West-Turkey Customs Union, Ian McCallane received cash at a reduced cost of 10%, most of which were given to suppliers who had been waiting for a long time, and the rest were stuffed into his own pocket.

Under the persuasion of Aldrich Tries, Ian McCallane offered a small amount of rewards to the temporarily recruited members of the well-trained musketeers, which was regarded as fulfilling his promise and successfully boosting their morale and fighting spirit.

After a few days of training together, most of the members had passed the marksmanship, basic tactics, and fighting skills, and with the tacit approval of the Earl of Oakes McCallane, the hastily formed musketeer team went into battle under a private name, passing through the Silverspring River into the Blackwater Marsh.

With a makeshift requisition and a flat-bottomed boat adapted to river navigation, Ian McCallane led his family's private men through the swamp to the hunting grounds occupied by the Orc Iron Tribe.

As expected, in the contact battle, with the mortar as a sharp weapon, the orcs were beaten, and the first battle tasted victory, and the rookie who had just created a recruit who had not seen blood grew rapidly. Landing safely and out of the swamp, they obeyed their leader's orders, and they took their muskets loaded with stabs and mended their swords on the mortally wounded but silent orc warriors.

As for the wailing and screaming "warriors", they tied their hands and feet with ropes, placed them on makeshift stretchers made of spear strips, and carried them as gifts to meet the orc chieftains.

Knowing this, Kruren Shixin heard from the defeated warriors that the other party was using advanced new weapons, and that it was a human from the north, and immediately stopped his impulsive and angry brother from preparing to lead the tribe's army to crush him.

For two nights and one day, Ian McCallane led the way and led the musket team that formed a rectangular shield formation into the territory of the Stone Heart Clan.

Approaching the core territory of the orcs, Aldrich Triss originally expected to see the simple and wild and rough animal skin tents, but he did not expect that when the orcs, who were still slave cannon fodder not long ago, were tamed by the southern plantation owners, they were tainted with a little civilization and liked to live in mud and stone bungalows.

Ian McCallane secretly assessed that the clan formed by the alliance of the two clans belonged to the initial civilization, and the advanced representatives who kept up with the pace of the times should be able to reach out and sit down to talk.

Unexpectedly, the fiercest warrior under the Orc Chieftain's throne, that is, the brother of Kruren Stoneheart, hated the death of his people to the weapons of the humans, but he was always pressed and unable to attack.

At this time, the enemy's eyes instantly became bloodshot when he met, and he lifted the battle axe with one hand, pointing to the only human knight who was equipped with full-body armor and seemed to have good strength.

"Makgora!"

Gruel Stoneheart shouted the old orc saying of dueling rituals, and planted his own battle flag on the edge of the dueling arena, which even the chief could not stop.

The thousands of orc warriors who stayed nearby roared with joy and thunder, but it was Aldrich Tris, who was designated, holding a blunt-headed giant sword that weighed nearly a hundred pounds and weighed nearly a hundred pounds in his right hand, and the tail finger of his left hand was stuffed into his ear, and he gently pulled it out a few times.

With a black rhinoceros on his left shoulder and a horned frontal bone, and a fierce wolf head on his right shoulder, the skin of the wolf completely peeled off to serve as a cloak, Gruul Shixin whirred his heavy battle axe.

The howl of the axe's blade tearing through the air drew cheers from the onlookers, and this was not an ordinary warrior who could move it, after all, the former Colosseum gladiator Grull Stoneheart was recognized as the first warrior of the tribe, and he had not been defeated to this day.

Stepping into the dueling arena of the dead, Aldrich Tris, who had not planted the flag, took off the shoulder shield adorned with the family crest, and slightly loosened his right hand, and the extremely heavy triangular shield fell to the ground with a bang, and was inserted diagonally into the solid soil.

"I'm different from the others! they use armor to protect their bodies, while I limit my amazing strength with heavy armor!"

Aldrich Triss took a deep breath slowly, burning with a rich and inexhaustible source of virtue, into the transcendent state of the Fury of Order.

His muscles continued to expand, and his burly body was pulled up by half again, nearly three meters high, during which the cracked armor parts that were propped up by the steel body fell to the ground one after another, crashing into a thunderous muffled sound.

Until finally Aldrich Tris grabbed the front of his helmet with his right hand, gently removed it and threw it on the ground, revealing his golden hair in the blink of an eye, looking down at his opponent whose head was more than his chest.

Gladiator Stoneheart, who had learned the lingua franca during his gladiatorial career, spat bloodshot from the sideways of his head, wielded the heavy battle axe Rock Crusher, and rushed out with a swift slam of blow, ready to stop his opponent in the back.

Aldrich Tris's Eye of Insight instantly revealed, everything around him became very slow, and the moves of the first warrior of the orcs were almost perfect, but in the eyes of his faster and more powerful self, there were still many flaws.

The blunt-tipped heavy sword in the shape of an anchor was swung faster than Gruul Stoneheart, and the advantages of the long weapon were undoubtedly revealed, and the same killing move did not sweep the opponent's waist, and due to the height difference, Aldrich Triss's heavy sword slashed him in the neck.

The expression of astonishment instantly froze on the face of the head that flew up in the air, and a three-meter-high column of blood rushed out of the headless neck cavity, and the heavy battle axe rock crusher swept forward to the left according to inertia, driving the remnant body to kneel on the ground.

Aldrich Triss, whose body was inevitably stained with the boiling blood of the battle, reached up and grabbed the head of the flying orc warrior Grull Stoneheart, placing it in its place.

The surrounding orc warriors fell into a deathly silence, like chickens and ducks with their necks choked, and the Virtue Knight did not say anything to irritate their wildness and anger, but waited in silence for the orc chieftain's next move.

The strongest warrior, Grull Stoneheart, was defeated in a single move, losing his young life and a promising future, and the chieftain who lost his brother and right hand knew he was invincible, and he didn't want to break the orc tradition.

Releasing his right hand that was in contact with the battle axe, Kruren Stoneheart raised the scepter in his left hand, a bison totem made by a shaman, which can be inserted into the ground to summon two obsidian men, attach rock armor to the four orc warriors, and turn dirt into stalagmites to stab the ground.

With a slight pause, his voice became extremely loud: "Makgora!"

Harmony immediately sounded around him, sweeping away the decline of Gruul Shixin's defeat just now, and the low morale was also boosted again.

The human muskets and cannonballs won the battle, and the duel ceremony was successfully won, and according to the orc tradition, Aldrich Tris won the respect of the orcs, and Ian McCallane was slightly inferior, perhaps due to the fact that his personal strength did not break through the Grand Knight.

Orc Chief Cruren Stoneheart extended his hand to invite the two to take their seats, Aldrich Triss took Grull Stoneheart's place, and Ian McCallane stayed where he was, not daring or wanting to leave the Musketeers.

Turta Tie'e, who had not yet expressed his position, stared at the dueling arena from the corner of his eyes, because of his special status, Gruul Shixin was not treated badly even if he was defeated, and after the fishbone needle stitched the wound with gut, he wiped the remaining blood stains on his body with a water-soaked cloth towel, carefully placed it on the stretcher on which the cyclops was carved, and carried it to the tribal cemetery for burial.

As for the armor parts that Aldrich Tris took off, naturally there were curious orcs who went to pick them up, and they were unexpectedly heavy, and even the warriors with good strength had some difficulty putting their hands together.

Seeing this, Kruren Shixin finally couldn't help but use this question to break the deadlock, and Aldrich Triss responded: "It's not a big deal! The special alloy with a secret formula weighs more than 800 catties, and each part is at least 50 catties." ”

"Put it on, and use all your strength in every movement!"