"Trolls!?" Sylvie cried out.

Martin hurriedly raised his monoculars to look over, and at some point, his mouth had grown bigger and bigger, as if it could no longer be closed.

The clouds in the sky began to slowly dissipate under the gusts of wind, and the just hazy moonlight became brighter.

The land near Lorrainburg was an endless stretch of open river beaches and plains, and in the distance, under the firelight and moonlight of the old Lorraineburg, Martin finally saw the behemoth surrounded by a group of orcs.

It was an extremely ugly giant-type creature.

Although Sylvie called it a troll, it was nothing like the trolls of the World of Warcraft that Duke knew in his head.

Kaos's trolls are apparently much larger. With the height of a two-story building, just standing there is very intimidating.

It was a tan color, and its ugly features were reminiscent of a creature like a little goblin, with a huge mouth full of moth-ridden fangs. From the face to the shoulders to the arms, all of them are covered with thick phospholipids that resemble flesh lumps. The ugly body, which was triangular from top to bottom, had not a single piece of armor or clothing on it, only three drooping crotchcloth-like objects hanging down under the bulging belly.

I don't know if it's because its legs are always in an S-shaped position, its arms appear to be very long, and the palms of only four fingers almost hang down to the ground.

Its weapon is even more terrifying, and when you look closely, you can see that it holds a battle axe made of a huge tree trunk. Sweep all the branches and leaves on the trunk of the tree without any aesthetic sense, and then insert a triangular stone at the head of the tree, which is larger than the table top of an ordinary family's dining table. In order to prevent the trunk from cracking, the stones were creatively tied together with the entire trunk in a circle diagonally with thick hemp rope.

Just by seeing this guy and then at its weapons, Martin knew he had miscalculated.

If this monster is allowed to rush over, let alone seven layers of wooden fences, it will not be useful for eighteen layers.

"Hell, the bow and arrow are no longer hopeful. Sylvie, are we going to shoot through this guy's body?" Martin cursed in a low voice.

The purple-haired female swordsman bit her lip hard: "I'm afraid not, my father told me that the skin of trolls is like tough cowhide." If it is a high-level troll, it can even activate a certain innate power, which further increases the defense. ”

Martin lay down on the spot, no wonder the golden glittering soul smiled so mysteriously. Feelings have this, for him and even the whole castle people, it is equivalent to a monster of the boss.

Silvie's bad news wasn't over yet, and she borrowed Martin's telescope to take a look, and her emotions seemed to be more ambivalent: "Young master, I suggest you take a look at those black orcs next to the trolls. ”

When Martin looked at it, he suddenly felt even more uncomfortable.

A troll, with the strength of the people of the whole fortress, still has a chance to get it, but with the group of guys around it, it is not necessarily.

The first is the outermost black goblin.

The biggest difference between these goblins and normal goblins is that they all wear strange black conical hats with a crescent moon on them. They wore small round shields and held a glowing scimitar in the other.

Sylvie whispered, "That's the Darkmoon Goblin Warriors, ordinary goblins are often jokingly called the scum on the top of the mountain by the knights, but the Darkmoon Goblins are not, they are more ferocious, their morale is stronger than ordinary goblins, and they are faster and more agile." It is a strong man in the night battle. At night, even a knight trainee may not be able to clean up a Darkmoon goblin. ”

The hundreds of Darkmoon goblins at the back of the array had already put a heavy weight on the orcs on the scales of victory.

And that wasn't the end, Martin followed Sylvie's guidance and saw some taller black-skinned orcs.

"See those black-skinned orcs? The orcs themselves don't have a heritage of forging weapons and armor. So they rely more on goblin artisans. In fact, the goblin craftsmanship is not too good, and the equipment made by the goblin is characterized by being heavy and thick. Don't expect it to come as a set, most of them are individual parts. ”

In the binoculars, Martin saw spiked shoulder armor, heavy bracers like handcuffs, and rather irregularly shaped cast iron plates that the orcs tied to their chests to serve as cuirass.

In general, it is a matter of relying on the amount of weight in exchange for strong protection.

It's different from the orcs with inferior weapons I've seen before. The orcs carried wooden sticks or so-called battle axes tied to sharp stones.

And these black-skinned orcs are holding heavy battle axes, although the craftsmanship is definitely not excellent, but after the blade is sharpened, it still looks murderous.

"I don't know, young master, if you can see the weird tattoos on them?" Sylvie continued.

"I saw it. ”

"Those are the proof that the Black Orcs are powerful. My father told me before he died that it was an ancient ritual peculiar to orcs. When an orc voluntarily enters the arena and kills five orc opponents. The goblin shaman would slit their arms with daggers made of beast bones, mix the blood of their slain opponents, smear them with some medicine, and feed them some special potion. ”

Martin bared his teeth, which sounds a hundred times more brutal than a tattoo!

"Ogres who go through this ritual will become stronger, and their skin will become tougher. While fighting, you can also activate the power of the Berserk talent and enter a frenzied bloodthirsty killing state. Sylvester paused: "In addition, because of the promotion of status, they are qualified to have the most elite weapons and equipment in the orc clan. ”

These black orcs seem to be no more than a hundred, the problem is that the most elite cavalry team of Lorraine Fort is collecting heads north of the old fort, where can they come back for a while?

At this moment, the eyes of the leaders looked at Martin a little resentful.

Turn off the lights and put out the fire, pretend that no one is around, and maybe there will be a chance to fool the past. Now that the lights are blazing, doesn't it attract these elite orcs all at once?

Even if so many arrangements have been made in advance, seeing such a powerful orc army of such scale and quality, whether it is a soldier or a leader, his heart is empty!

Unfortunately, it was too late.

The orcs had apparently discovered the existence of New Lorraine, and they were no longer marching quietly.

"Knock knock!" the dull sound of war drums sounded, and a strong orc directly started a war drum that should be made of a huge boar skin.

The orc army is getting closer and closer to Lorraineburg!

"Human!" it seemed to be a black-skinned orc general, and his voice was like rolling thunder, reaching New Lorraine Castle far away: "You dare to kill the great warriors of the Skull Splitting Clan, your end has come!"

God meow!

This orc actually speaks the lingua franca!?