The smoke and dust were filled, and the sound of killing shook the sky. The orcs of the pen and the fun www.biquge.info the pavilion rushed towards the snow fortress in a cloud ladder. These monsters with a height of three or four meters walked like flying, and they were not much slower than demonic beasts when they ran wildly. It didn't take long to get close to the foot of the wall.

The archers standing on the city wall had been waiting for a long time, and the strong bowstrings sounded, and the arrows were like flying locusts! The archers did not use their longbows to throw, and the arrows that the human soldiers could not resist might have been just a little blood on their foreheads and a few holes in their skins for these orcs. Rather than believing in the power of the earth, the archers undoubtedly believe in their own arm strength more, so as when dealing with the beast tide, the Western Frontier Army chooses a strong bow with a strength of about 100 catties to deal with these beast-like guys.

With the sound of bowstrings, the piercing arrows roared endlessly. Even the thick skulls of orcs are completely unable to withstand the death caused by wolf fang arrows. From time to time, among the running and jumping orcs, some of them fell to the ground, bleeding from their heads or faces, and they could not survive.

However, these orcs are worthy of what Al calls "brave and aggressive, and not afraid of death". As long as they don't get shot, these monsters continue to charge with arrows all over their bodies. Some orcs were shot through the mouth by an arrow, and he pulled out the arrow at once, and the barbed arrow brought out a large piece of flesh, and two large holes in the cheeks immediately appeared, white bones, blurred flesh and blood, and it looked extremely terrifying. But this guy still ran forward as if he was all right, as if he had only been bitten by a mosquito.

Captain Berthier did not strike with his men, and there were not many strongbowmen. And these soldiers could shoot a maximum of three rounds. After shooting, his muscles and hands are numb, and he can no longer pull the bow, and he must rest for a long time before he can draw the bow and fight again. It's a drop in the bucket to face these orcs, even if they are covered in iron, they can hit a few nails.

Bertier had already fixed his eyes on the orc in the lead, who looked taller and more muscular than the orcs around him. The other orcs followed him, and seemed to trust him, perhaps the elder that El called him. If you can shoot him, the orcs will be leaderless, and the chance of winning this battle will be a few points greater.

Berthier placed the three arrows he had chosen in front of him and took a deep breath. He sucked so hard that his chest bulged high, as if the air around him was being sucked in by him. This qi is held in the chest and does not spit out, just like a dam impounding water, a cheetah lying in the grass, and the momentum of the whole body has reached the highest peak.

Draw the bow!

Although it is only a very simple action. But Bertier's forehead was wet and he was sweating profusely as if he had been caught in water, and he had obviously moved with all his might. His muscles were clumped, his muscles trembled slightly, and a ball of fire erupted from the tip of his arrow. Here, he used the Elemental Release. All the elements stored in the body were released, blowing a military uniform into a hunting sound.

Bertier only felt as if there was a volcano hidden in his body, and if he didn't release it, he would blow himself apart and shatter himself. He knew he had reached his limits.

With a loud shout, a breath that had been hidden in his chest poured out, and Berthière let go of the arrow, and then drew his bow again and shot again with lightning speed, and then drew the bow and shot again.

It turned out to be three arrows in a row!

After firing these three arrows, Berthière immediately became sluggish, and fell to the ground unable to move. It seemed that he was several years old in an instant, and he was hurriedly helped to the city tower to rest by the soldiers next to him.

A body of essence, energy, spirit, strength, and skill are all tied to these three arrows.

There are so fast arrows in the world!

The three flaming arrows chased the stars and the moon, and only a moment of crimson crossed the air, and they were close to Vidum. Just like a meteor on the horizon, it only spans the ends of the earth in a snap of a finger, bringing the most brilliant light and death.

Vidum, the number one warrior among the orcs, a strong man who has hunted countless fierce demon beasts in the snowy mountains, a warrior who has been on the verge of death countless times and has survived from death, felt the arrival of death at the first time, and he subconsciously raised his axe.

The warrior's feeling of life and death pulled Vidum back from the underworld, and there was a loud bang from the axe face larger than the door panel, which only shook the human scalp. With the sharp sound of metal grinding, the arrows and axes slammed together. Vidum felt only a numbness in his hand, and could no longer hold the great axe, and the warrior who could strangle the winter wolf with his bare hands without retreating a single step in the face of the snow bear involuntarily took a step back.

But the threat of death was not far away, and the arrow that followed was already in front of him, and Vidum could even feel the heat of the arrow's fire, smelling the threat of death, and at this time Vidum could not react at all.

At this moment, a dark shadow next to him had already pounced and blocked in front of Vidum, and it turned out to be an orc beside him who came back to his senses and sacrificed his life to save him.

The arrow passed directly between the orc's eyebrows, through the back of the head, and pursued Vedum. But it was still stopped, and Vidum shook his head sharply, and the wolf's fang arrow whizzed past his face, carving a deep wound into Vidum's cheekbone. The blood from the split brain of the orc who died for him sprayed Vidum in the face, mixed with his own blood, and looked hideous, terrifying, and poignant.

The orc who pounced on him took Vidum with him, causing him to turn half of his body to the side. It was this side that saved Vidum's life. The third and final arrow pierced Vedum's shoulder, and in addition to taking his flesh with him, it flew out with a white broken bone, which turned out to be the one that had taken Vedum's shoulder blade out of the way.

Vidum, the first warrior of the orcs, was stripped of an arm on the spot! It's just that he really deserves the name of a warrior, he was hit so hard without saying a word, and he still wanted to go to the city with a giant axe in one hand!

The orcs roared and lifted the ladder and began to climb up without fear of life or death, holding a huge weapon in one hand and a ladder in the other, and their posture as they climbed was disproportionately agile.

"Let go of the rolling cart!", with the officer's order, just like the battle with the monsters, the warriors carried the rolling cart and threw it down the ladder, and on the spot, several orcs who had climbed to more than half of it smashed their heads and fell off the ladder.

A number of other human warriors, known for their strength, rushed to the top of the city, and with a combined push, they pushed the huge ladder to the left or right, and four ladders made of huge cedar wood smashed to the ground with a loud sound, and the smoke and snow that stirred up covered the entire ground in a gray cloud that it was impossible to see. However, these orcs have rough skin and thick flesh, and few of them were injured when they jumped off the ladder when it was about to fall to the ground.

The human soldiers on the city wall let out a burst of cheers, and the first wave of the orc's attack was easily blocked, compared to the happy faces of the ordinary soldiers, the generals' faces were much more solemn, they knew that the orc's attack would not end so easily.

Under the city walls, Vidum watched this scene with a grim face, and the laughter of the human soldiers on the walls made him even more angry. He roared at the orc soldiers to quickly repair the ladder and attack the city again.

Grouchy stopped Vidum, "Heroic orc warriors should die in battle, not be stoned or thrown to death, such souls cannot be returned to the arms of the Father and Mother in peace." ”

His words brought Vidum back to his senses, "What should we do?"

Grouchy thought for a moment: "We will dismantle one ladder, and the remaining special ropes will make the other three ladders taller and longer, tilt them a little wider and put them on the city wall, and send some strong warriors to support the ladder, it should be no problem." ”

"Will this work?" Vedum was a little confused, but he had always believed in Grouchy's words, and roared as he ordered the soldiers to do it.

"When you pitch a tent in the snow, the tent with the four corners is more inclined tends to be firmer, I think it's similar to the ladder. Grouchy explained to Vidum.

The second wave of the orc's attack began immediately, and the human soldiers wanted to repeat the old trick and continue to push to the ladder, but found that no matter how they pushed, the three ladders shook at most twice, and they just didn't fall. But fortunately, the role of the rolling car is still there, the rolling car cast by pouring iron weighs hundreds of catties, and a huge amount of energy falls in the air, even the strong orcs holding shields can't resist it, and they are smashed to the point that their bones are broken, and they roll down from the ladder, and the orc warriors behind still want to roar and rush up, but it is just a repetition of the scene just now.

In order to make this batch of rolling cars, in addition to manufacturing the necessary ordnance, all the inventory in the arsenal was consumed, and the obsolete ordnance and iron tools collected from the people were melted and forged, plus the casting during the beast tide period, a total of more than 3,000 rolling cars were prepared.

Vidum watched the orc warriors unable to attack for a long time, crippled and dead under the impact of these rolling carts, unable to hold back any longer, and picked up a large shield to enter the city.

Groushi was taken aback and hurriedly grabbed him, "Don't be impulsive, Vidum has seen it, it is impossible for humans to make too many iron things, they will always be consumed." These things are so heavy, even if you are hard, you will be seriously injured. ”

"So I watched them bleed and die until the humans threw away these abominable lumps of iron? Grouchy, we orcs are not many, these warriors are the great snowy mountains of the clan, the skeletons that support the tents, and the hot campfires that can be used to sleep. Without them, the elderly, children, and women would not be able to endure the cold and hunger, and I can't let them die here in vain. With that, he broke free of Grouchy, took his shield in one hand, and climbed the ladder.

Halfway up the climb, Vidum saw a dark shadow smashing at him, and he roared angrily, and slapped out with his shield to knock the falling rolling cart out. A huge force came, and Vidum felt a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of blood was about to spit out. He knew he couldn't spit out, or he would let it out in one breath. Gritting his teeth, he swallowed the blood. Suddenly, his eyes were black, his chest was tight, and he was about to vomit, and when he exerted his strength, the pain in his discarded arm became more and more painful.

With all his might, Vidum yelled, "For the orcs!", and climbed up a few more steps, and in one breath he knocked out two more rolling cars.

Suddenly, the eyes lit up, the vision was wide, and the first orc finally climbed the walls of the Snow Fortress!