Because in general, there are not many Warcraft, and their strength has greatly increased, this day, the masters of the crusading army did not go out to sweep, but stayed in the camp to recuperate, waiting for the battle at night.

Everyone knows that this crusade has come to an end, and there are only more than a hundred remaining demonic beasts this morning, and they will be consumed again at night, and tomorrow morning, it will be the time for the decisive battle.

In other words, the most dangerous "final battle" of the crusade is coming!

Throughout the day, the atmosphere in the camp was heavy, whether it was the soldiers of Mulandana, the hired adventurers, or the orc rebels from the nearby tribes, they were all silently preparing. Gear up, maintain your weapons, or simply snort.

In the past, alcohol was forbidden in the camp, but today it is not forbidden, and it is served openly. So there were some heroic people who greeted three or five friends, drank happily together, and rested when they got drunk.

Tomorrow morning's battle, life and death are unpredictable. If you don't have a good drink now, maybe you won't have the opportunity to drink again in your life.

Time just passed slowly, from day to night.

At midnight, the ceremony was held again.

The monsters, who had developed a habit these days, came to the camp and attacked the walls and fences as they always did.

Their strength had become so strong that the trench in front of the wall was useless to them, and every time their strong bodies slammed into the wall, they felt the wall shake slightly.

"It's not going well!" Jaime said with a gloomy face as he listened to the reports of several technical officers, "There are more Warcraft this year than expected, and the key is that there are more big guys. They hit the wall too hard, and if it continues, the wall may not be able to withstand it. ”

Panda asked, "What then?"

"There's only one way, reduce their number!"

Panda understood.

"Okay, I'll go. He said without hesitation.

"You're alone, not enough. Jaime said, "There are hundreds of monsters out there, and no matter how good you are, you can't beat so many." ”

"So what should I do? I don't think the average person can help me. ”

Jaime certainly knows that pandas are not proud. A master like him often doesn't need a helper when fighting. Even if you need a helper, you must have a strong enough level to be able to help. Ordinary soldiers and even knights, it may be good to have more numbers, but fewer can only help.

He frowned, pondered for a long time, and then had the heads of the various churches and several orc great shamans invited.

The crowd soon arrived, and Jaime said straight to the point: "I'm afraid the wall is going to be overwhelmed, and I want to start a decisive battle in advance." ”

Both the bishop and the shaman are old men who have been through many crusades. They have a lot of experience, and naturally they can see that the situation is not good.

If the wall is breached by a monster, the battle will be extremely disadvantageous to the crusaders.

In contrast, canceling the ceremony now and taking the initiative to break the pre-prepared gap in the wall can instead control the battle under relatively favorable conditions, which is an acceptable option.

Although this will also greatly increase the damage, this option is at least relatively small compared to the loss of being breached by a Warcraft.

"So be it. A gray-haired bishop said, "We, the Church of the Righteous God, will be at the forefront!"

"Let's let the Church of the Passion be on the front lines. The bishop, who was already friends with the panda, said, "Don't fight with us about this, we have the strongest master on our side." ”

As he spoke, everyone looked at the panda.

Panda smiled and nodded, "That's right, I will lead the team to the front line." I'm here, and the position is there. ”

The bishops of the Church of the Righteous God, as well as several other churches, sighed and lamented the loss of this opportunity.

For these fanatical clergymen, of course, death is terrible, but dying for the faith, for the promotion of doctrine, for the promotion of the Church, for the promotion of the Church, can be called a heavier death than Mount Tai, and it is completely worthwhile.

Since it's worth it, there's nothing to be afraid of.

People always have to die, and it is enough to die worthwhile.

People die every day in this world, how many people can "die worthwhile"?

The views of the priests were unified, and the shamans who led the orcs expressed their support.

In order to avoid the tide of beasts and eliminate potential dangers, orcs are not afraid of sacrifice.

It was the adventurers who were the last to determine their attitude, not to mention them.

There will be a decisive battle tomorrow morning, and now it will also be a decisive battle, both horizontal and vertical, early and late, in fact, there is no difference.

Since it's safer to fight now, let's fight now.

As for the soldiers of Mulandana, their ideas are actually similar to those of the orcs, and the difference between the two sides is probably just whether they are regular soldiers or not.

Mulandana was originally a city of mixed ethnic groups, and over the years, many people had mixed bloodlines. There are a lot of orc knights in the patrol department, and there are also many orc soldiers in the crusading army.

Thus, the opinions of the entire crusading army were completely unified.

On a high platform in the center of the camp, Jaime gave a pre-war speech.

He is really not a good speaker, obviously made a lot of preparations before going on stage, but after arriving on the stage, his face turned red, and after a while, he only held back a few words.

"There are more monsters than we expected, and the walls may not be able to hold them. He said, "So, for the sake of safety, the crusading army headquarters decided after discussion to start the final battle in advance!"

Then, he turned around and wanted to step down. Fortunately, the old knight, who was his staff, reminded him that he remembered the most important words, hurriedly turned back, and said loudly: "I wish us a victory, slaughter this group of demonic beasts, and succeed in maintaining our peaceful life just like our ancestors!"

The panda listened to the audience and couldn't help but laugh.

He finally knew how the very serious and talking-free James Thrace came to be in the game.

I remember that in the original CG, James saw that he was about to fight, and there was no nonsense, just a wave of his hand and shouting "We will win".

Now it seems that this guy Jaime has gone through many times like today, and finally understood the truth that it is better to hide ugliness than to hide it, and learned to be concise and to the point.

Talk less and strive not to speak, and naturally it is not easy to make mistakes.

Although the process was a little funny, Jaime finally shouted a slogan, and finally let the soldiers in the audience find an opportunity to shout.

The panda listened to their roars one after another, looked at their gradually excited faces, and nodded slightly.

It's like a decisive battle!