Medea stood on the wall, and the orcs in the corner regrouped. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info the two sides confronted each other like this, the orcs did not have the ability to climb the city wall again, and the same Medea could not destroy all these orcs.

In such a stalemate, time slipped silently minute by minute.

Before I knew it, the sky was slowly whitening, and the moonlight was gone. A few sparse rays of sunlight cut through the darkness and illuminated the world, as if the vanguard breaking out of the encirclement, announcing the arrival of light.

Then the roosters in the city began to crow, like trumpets in the army, piercing the night, frightening all the spirits, inspiring the majesty of the sun, and singing praises for the gifts of the gods.

First like a small lotus to show sharp corners, the sun just showed a head, dyed the whole sky red, and then as if feeling impatient, suddenly struggled, a round of red sun majestic out, at this moment, it is the center of heaven and earth, wantonly sprinkling heat and light to the world.

Both the civilians in the city and the surviving human warriors on the walls breathed a sigh of relief: the night had finally passed.

Groussy, however, was not at all pleased with the arrival of daylight, but on the contrary he was anxious. He tried his best to regroup the orcs, boost their low morale, and resume the orc's offensive when they were scattered by the horrible woman.

"Were you frightened by the woman, or did you forget the purpose of your trip?" Grouchy roared.

"Have you forgotten the mother-in-law who waited at home, the hungry children, the old men who saved their rations for themselves to starve?"

"If we can't defeat this damned fortress, all the land we have seized before will be retaken by the humans sooner or later, and what will we do then? Slip back with our tails between our legs? Leave behind our brave compatriots? Fail all the hopes of the clan? Flee back like this? And then hug each other and wait to starve to death?"

"You know, we didn't hunt in the early spring, and there was no food in the tribe left. Even if that woman is really the darling of the Heavenly Father and Mother of the Earth, will we just hold our heads and wait for death?"

Grouchy's bloodshot eyes looked around him, his voice hoarse and low from roar and fatigue, but the determination and passion in his words did not diminish in the slightest, and the souls of all orcs were set on fire.

"Warriors, as long as you know this, we have nothing left, victory or destruction. We are fighting for the survival of the orcs, for the future of the orcs!"

"Heavenly Father and Mother Earth will bless us!"

All the orcs had a fire in their eyes again, the pain in their bodies had long been forgotten, their bodies had regained their strength after a day of fighting, and the courage to be intimidated by that woman had returned to their hearts.

"For the orcs!" Vidum shouted as he struggled to his feet, axe in hand.

"For the orcs!" the roar rang out again, and there was no other sound in the world. Like a giant axe, he wants to cut through all obstacles and hold the fate of the orcs in his own hands.

Hearing this resounding cry, Al limped to the city wall and looked down, only to see the orcs working hard like ants, and a dense "click" sound sounded under the city wall, and these orcs actually chiseled the ice on the wall little by little. Some orcs set fire to the cedar wood that had been brought in under the city, and some orcs rushed back to cut down more wood and send it in, hoping to use the heat to melt and freeze.

The orcs racked their brains to get to the city again.

"These orcs have been able to regain their organization so quickly, and there are leaders like elders in the ranks. Al thought to himself.

"Teacher, can you still send a flood? Flood all those orcs. ”

Medea rolled her eyes: "It's easy to say, the mental power is exhausted." ”

"And what about ice the walls again?"

"What are so many requests, the old lady is not your livestock. ”

Al rolled his eyes, "Teacher, did you see an orc similar to the leader when you broke in?"

"Seems to have it. Medea tilted her head and thought for a moment.

"Will you recognize each other again?"

"It should be fine, that leader is pretty good among the orcs. ”

Al couldn't complain about Medea's concerns, but he could recognize that his hopes of success were a little greater.

"Teacher, can you resume spellcasting after a while?"

"As long as it's not too much mental drain, it's fine. ”

"That's it. Al shook Freeman, who was still unconscious, and "snapped" two slaps to wake him up.

"Wake up, don't sleep. Freeman finally opened his eyes in a daze.

"Freeman, take a few brothers who can still walk to the city, and organize some strong and courageous women, and bring some gongs, drums, horns, and so on. ”

Freeman stared, "Young Master, are you going to organize female soldiers to defend the city?"

"What do you think, the man is not dead yet. While the orcs won't be here for a while, hurry up. ”

"Oh, by the way, you gather them together and bring them downstairs, not directly to the top of the city. I'm afraid they can't accept this miserable situation. I have to say a few words beforehand, don't cry and rush to the ground and alarm the orcs when the time comes. ”

Freeman nodded, and although he was full of questions, as Al's servant guard, he still followed Al's will meticulously.

Al looked around, and the rising sun unscrupulously laid out the horror of darkness in front of the people. Even Al, who has endured countless tragedies, is a little unbearable to look at directly.

Blood, stumps, bones, and internal organs covered the entire city wall. Lifeless eyes, dead heads, twisted and deformed bodies, all the tragic scenes that human beings can imagine and cannot imagine are all gathered here, stinging people's eyes, torturing people's nerves, and mercilessly proclaiming a truth: how easy death comes, and how war can distort life into the worst.

Some people really can't bear it, and they kneel on the ground and cry bitterly, so heartbreaking, so hysterical. Even the most brutal warriors of steel, who had never fallen, were bent over with pain and sorrow.

Al silently picked up the blood-stained banner, the red iron thorns still fluttering in the wind. The flag is still there, the Snow Fortress is still there.

It's just that

The city is still there, but the people are gone.

No one spoke, not even the most talkative Medea, except for the drumming of the orcs from under the walls, where there was silence, only the sound of crying echoed in silence.

Just as Al was about to take it anymore, Freeman finally appeared and broke the silence.

"Young master, the women are all gathered, waiting below, according to your orders, they are all recognized as bold for the locals to lead and find"

Al walked down the wall and looked at the women gathered there, at their eyes with some fear and some hope, and some words that he could not say.

He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of what was going to be said, and of the sad eyes of the women when they knew the result.

"I'm sorry, already, the warriors have already died. ”

Unsurprisingly, they wept as Al waited quietly, waiting for them to clean up their grief.

After a burst of bitter weeping, the women gradually came to their senses, "My lord, what do you need us to do?" asked a fat aunt who took the lead, sobbing.

There was no fainting and fainting, and there was no endless crying and weeping. After suffering a huge blow, the resolute women recovered with amazing speed. They know what they are here for, and they have the same faith and will to protect them as men.

Al looked respectfully at these women from the Westlands who had carried everything on their backs, and bent down deeply to express his respect and apology.

"What you are going to do next may be cruel to you, but please do it. I hope that you will go to the castle tower later, divide into several groups, walk along the city wall with the military flag, and then put down the military flag and quietly return to the starting point to walk again. This was repeated by several squads, raising all the collected flags. The rest of the people obeyed the order and beat gongs and drums to make a noise. Also, please don't cry when you go up the wall, so as not to be heard by the orcs. ”

With that, Al handed out some strips of cloth that had been cut with a sword.

"If you can't help it, bite these strips of cloth and don't cry. ”

Grouchy watched the humans quietly ram the walls, and the uneasy premonition in his heart grew heavier. He found Vidum and branched out from the orcs around him.

"What I'm going to say next, Vidum, is important, you have to remember. If we can't take this fortress in half a day, and one of us is still alive, let's go back with the rest of the warriors. Remember not to stop until you return to the snow.

Vidum's eyes widened, and he would have almost screamed if it hadn't been for Groushi's obstruction.

"Do you want to run away, do you want these warriors to be cowards? and you want to give up all the land that the warriors have bought with their lives, I will not agree. ”

"We've been here for a while, and the human army should be on its way anyway. Even they may not be far from here. We can't let the human army capture us, and the warriors are too tired to win against the human army and hold the land they occupy. Forcing the defense would only increase casualties. ”

"Well, the warriors are not afraid of death. ”

"If the warriors die here, what will happen to the rest of the clan? Without these warriors, there would be no hunting, there would not be enough food, and then we orcs would really be finished. ”

"Vidum, fight or steal. Whether it's victory, or escape. Praised as a warrior or spurned as a coward. It's all for the orcs, for the continuation of our race, that's the most important thing. Even if you give up your dignity, even if you give up everything. We orcs must also live in this heaven and earth!"

Vidum looked at Groushi in silence and nodded bitterly, his eternally straight spine seemed to be bent a little.