The human offensive was very fierce, and the orcs suppressed by their muskets could not organize a defense in the distance, so they could only shrink a corner, waiting for the moment when the humans approached, the ironclad chariot rushed to the center of the team, and countless soldiers with iron shields guarded the ironclad chariots, escorting them towards the Iron Song City. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"General, I think it's better for you to stay here, that woman may appear again at any time" The guards looked at Haigel who wanted to get out of the ironclad chariot in embarrassment, as the core of the team, he is definitely an indispensable link, once Haiger has an accident, the entire army will be in chaos.

"This" Hearing the woman, Haigl also reacted, what was he disguised as a soldier like this? Isn't it just to cause Haigel to be killed at the hands of that woman, and then secretly direct the army to move.

"General, now is the critical moment for the siege, for your safety, it is better to stay here," the guard advised.

Maybe it was for his own life, maybe it was for the sake of winning this war against the orcs, Haigl nodded, dispelling the idea of stepping out of the ironclad chariot.

Sgar walked under the city wall, looked at the broken wall, and couldn't help but sigh: "This kind of power is really terrifying"

The nearby orcs saw Sgar and gathered around.

"Sgal, the human side is getting closer, and we can't make our way on the walls, or we'll be shot by the human muskets."

"yes, we can't hit them at such a distance"

Everyone talked about it, in the past hundred years, it has always been orcs attacking humans, when have humans attacked orcs, which made everyone feel at a loss.

"I know I know, the solution has been thought of, you all evacuate from the city wall, let's retreat some distance inside, as long as the humans dare to enter the Iron Song City, I will let them in, if they can't get out" Sgar said confidently, seeing the power of God's manifestation of the madness potion, he was convinced of this madness potion that had always existed only in legends, it was said that all the priests thought that this was a weapon that could change the current situation of the orcs, as long as they had the madness potion, then the orcs would definitely be able to escape from the deserted plains.

Sgar withdrew from the city wall with a group of orcs, and hid in a housing area with tight houses and well-connected paths, which was a very suitable place for orcs to fight, as long as it was in such a narrow place that the orcs could get close to the human soldiers with muskets and fight closely.

......

The tyrant sat in the seat that belonged to him, but the originally wide seat became a little tighter at this moment, and the ****** full of meat was stuck in the two armrests, making him unable to move, and in a fit of anger, the tyrant directly broke the left and right armrests, which was much better.

"Mad Elixir, this guy's organization is not simple" Playing with the glass tube in his hand, the tyrant looked at it with interest, it was the greatest wish of most orcs to escape from the Deserted Plains, but the tyrant was not very interested in leaving the Deserted Plains.

On the other side of the Iron Fortress is the hundred-year-old kingdom of humans, and with the current strength of the orcs, even if they have a madness potion, it is absolutely impossible to take away the territory of the humans, so if they want to have a place to live, they must bypass the territory of the humans and go to a farther place to find suitable land to station.

I don't know how many dangers I will encounter along the way, I don't know how many people will die, and the tyrant who is the chief has to bear and pay a lot of things.

Rather than shouting all day long to leave the deserted plains and rush out of the steel fortress, the tyrant prefers to be his chief in the oasis, at least there is food and water, and life is very comfortable.

"The Iron Song Tribe is the most important thing for me, no one can snatch it from me, humans, this time let you see the power of the madness potion," the tyrant laughed.

Two orcs came over with a cauldron, and more than a dozen orcs came from a distance with hollow horns, and the horns contained clear spring water, and a drop was poured into the cauldron, and several times back and forth quickly filled the cauldron that the three people couldn't hold together.

Under the watchful eyes of the people around him, the tyrant poured all the twenty tubes of madness potion that God had given him into the pot, and suddenly the clear pot of water turned into a viscous reddish-brown liquid.

A refreshing smell wafted out of the pot, and all the orcs who smelled it involuntarily trembled, as if something in their bodies was waking up.

"Good thing," the tyrant laughed, "let every warrior come with a piece of shell, and they will receive the power bestowed by their ancestors."

Shells are a material from the coast, and the orcs who fish on the coast can often harvest this kind of utensils that look beautiful and can be used to hold things, and the orcs of the oasis will often go to the coast to buy a few shells back for daily life.

Under the tyrant's orders, many orcs came over with shells in their hands, and they all had puzzled expressions, wondering why the tyrant wanted them to come here with a piece of shells now that the Iron Song Tribe was facing a human siege.

When the number was almost up, the tyrant got up from his seat and stepped on the surface of his chair in front of everyone, he looked at them condescendingly, his fat body made him look unusually bulky, and some orcs even worried that he would not fall off the chair by stepping on it.

"My people, I am your chieftain tyrant, because I have implanted the flesh and blood of Netanin, I have temporarily become like this, and we must hear what we say to you next" The tyrant pointed to the pot of viscous liquid: "It is not enough for humans to lock us up like wild beasts in this desolate plain, they even want to occupy our last place of refuge, our homeland is about to be trampled by them, clansmen, are you willing to hand over Iron Song City to these greedy guys?"

"I don't want to!"

"I don't want to!"

"I don't want to!"

......

All the orcs are responding, who will give up their homeland to the invaders.

The tyrant nodded with satisfaction and said, "I know that we lack strength in the face of human muskets, but now! I have discovered a new power, the power that belongs to our orcs! This is it! The madness potion! The high priest of Sodoron left a way for all of us orcs to survive before his death, as long as you drink it, you can gain great power, and the human army is only worthy of trembling in front of our Iron Song tribe!"

The tyrant shouted in a high-pitched and agitated voice, while God and the Celestials stood silently in an inconspicuous corner, looking mockingly at the fat orator.

"Among the three major tribes of the Oasis, the subordinates feel that this tyrant has the least appearance of a chief," Tianzhong said suddenly.

"Oh?" replied the Lord, with an interesting answer, "Tell me your opinion."

"Many people say that the tyrant is the most powerful warrior among the orcs, I agree with this, but judging from some of his actions, this guy is definitely not suitable to be a chieftain, I heard that a few years ago, there were two sages in the Iron Song tribe, they relied on wisdom and trade to make the Iron Song tribe grow slowly, from a small tribe in the wasteland to one of the three major departments that can live in the oasis, the credit is inseparable from the two sages, one of the sages is said to be a human, this Iron Song tribe can have the Iron Song City, a city of steel, and that human has a lot to do with it, but then these two people disappeared together, and the tyrant set up a new high priestSince then, no one in the Iron Song tribe has been more famous than the tyrant, and I suspect that the disappearance of those two people must have something to do with him" God looked at the tyrant with disdain, but did not notice that the eyes under the mask of God showed a look of nostalgia, but soon recovered.

He said slowly: "The tyrant is such a despicable person" (to be continued. )