The roar of this orc caused a commotion among the entire Lorraine Castle.

Humans have always prided themselves as higher beings. Language, wisdom and reason are the greatest pride of human beings. Now, the wisdom of the orc in front of them is far beyond their imagination, and the pioneer is no stranger to those chaotic orc languages, but the other party actually uses a lingua franca.

It's a bit of a pain.

Not afraid of wild beasts, not afraid of wild beasts, but afraid of wild beasts having wisdom.

Intelligent creatures are the most difficult to deal with.

At first, there were no binoculars, and not everyone could see the orc lineup. At this time, under the moonlight, seeing those orcs who were less than two hundred meters away from the first wooden fence at the bottom of the slope, and seeing the huge trolls, some of the cowardly people were already frightened.

A deliberately suppressed low sob, it was a woman's cry.

"Enough! Don't cry! Die or die! All of us die together. ”

Who knows, persuasion is useless, and the woman's crying is even louder.

At this time, the orc general shouted again in a roaring voice: "Hahaha! I will give you a 'dying' time to pray to your so-called God!"

Sylvie whispered to Martin, "A dying - that's the time term for orcs." It means that the wild boar is fatally wounded by it until it is completely dead. ”

At this time, at first it was just one, and then the cry spread like a plague, not one, but ten or eight women crying in low voices.

The woman was clearly not a good thing at first, and in the silence of New Lorrainburg, almost everyone heard her broken jar and broken cry.

"What everyone!?It's useless for you to lie to me!I know—we all know! Lord Kuden has prepared a way back for the young lord, the pulley and chain on the cliff to the east. ”

Following the cry, Martin, who was located next to the arrow tower of the highest wooden gate, turned around and saw the fat white woman on the edge of the barn.

It was because of this woman that Martin could clearly feel that the morale of the entire Lorrainburg soldiers was rapidly declining.

"I'm going to kill her!" Sylvie gritted her teeth.

"No!" Martin raised a hand and made a forbidden gesture as he looked at one of the militiamen closest to the pulley, "You, listen to me! I, Martin Lorraine, order you in the name of the acting lord to destroy the so-called escape route." ”

"Uh, me?" the militiaman was still a little incredulous.

"Yes, it's you! Either you carry out the order immediately, or my guards will go over and kill you first, and then tear down that damn pulley!" Martin's voice was not high-pitched, but it was full of coldness, and the sense of majesty in it made the militiaman shudder.

The militiaman, probably a blacksmith, trotted over, raised his hammer, and struck the pulley with precision, making a crackling sound of wood.

Under the gaze of nearly a thousand pairs of eyes, the pulley, which everyone regarded as the exclusive escape route for the cowardly lord, fell down the cliff more than forty meters high together with the long chain, and after two or three seconds, it made a loud "poof" sound of water.

Martin stood with his hands in his hands, his black eyes sweeping the audience from left to right, his voice was not loud, but the words were clear in the night sky: "Okay, your lord is now living and dying with you." Sir, please take care of your wife, or I will have your wife go to meet the pioneers in the name of 'shaking the hearts of the army'." ”

"Yes, lord!" the rough man slapped his wife on the spot, and then covered her mouth tightly. As for what he scolded in a low voice, no one could hear it clearly.

Before you knew it, everyone's eyes in Lorraine began to burn.

Martin turned to Gal beside him, "Do you know how to use ballistas?"

Gal's eyes lit up, and his voice was excited: "Yes!"

"Let's do it. ”

In three or two steps, Gal ran to the only ballista in Lorraineburg.

When a winch sounded, there was a clear ringing of the bowstring. The huge crossbow bolt, taller than a person, was like a black parabola that divided the heavens and the earth, from the highland platform of New Lorrainburg, all the way to the orc general three hundred meters away.

Time seemed to stand still, and thousands of eyes watched, their owners hoping that the mighty crossbow bolt would nail the uttering creature to the ground.

It's a pity that they were disappointed.

This Black Orc General is clearly an amazing fellow.

The speed of the ballista is so fast, ordinary people can't even see it clearly, at most they see a black shadow flashing and hanging.

This black orc is clearly the strongest of the orcs.

I saw him raise the two-meter-long black battle axe in his hand in the blink of an eye and slash it down.

"When—" The sonorous sound of metal clashes was heard far away in the night.

That guy actually split the ballista with an axe.

Placing the huge battle axe on the ground again, the orc general's voice came again: "Hahaha! Sure enough, only a prey like you deserves to let me cut off your head with my own hands and make it into my collection. Remember my name - I'm Gratt Steelfang, the orc warrior who is about to kill you!"

With that, Gratt turned around directly and yelled at the orc army behind him.

The orc troops, who had been a little agitated after stopping, suddenly became jubilant and began to charge towards New Lorraineburg.

The rough sound of the horn has a heroism and desolation from ancient times.

It seemed to herald that after tonight, there would only be one of the two races left in this land.

Beside Martin, a knight could not wait to put an unlit torch into the brazier, but Martin held down his hand and shook his head heavily.

Under the slope, the sound of crumbling footsteps became more and more loud.

In the absence of an order from above, the spearman captain could only give a bold order: "Raise the gun!"

The 120 pikemen were divided into three columns and raised their spears through the first wooden fence, forming a sparse jungle of pinpricks.

Anyone knows that for those orc infantry who are more than two and a half meters tall and the size of a small giant, this gun array is a joke.

Thankfully, they're not alone.

Appointed by Martin as a bodyguard, Gal now has a new position - captain of the spear throwing team.

A soft bow and arrow is hardly lethal to an orc with thick skin and thick skin, and the cost of training an archer is too high.

But not with javelinmen.

The javelin, as long as it's not too stupid and has the strength, anyone can play it.

Martin didn't expect the 500-odd militiamen to be very effective in close combat, so he simply let them all become javelinmen.

"Listen to me, follow the direction I threw the gun, one, two, three, throw!" "Gall, behind the second fence, was the first to throw the first silver javelin.