In the blazing July sun, in Gjint, on the top of the mountains, the orcs of the Skullsplitter clan, like their ancestors, passed the time in various ways, as always.

Hunting, brawling, bragging.

An orc hunting team, perhaps because of the chaos factor in their bodies, suddenly proposed to hunt in the mountains and forests to the east, even though it was not the hunting area assigned to them by the clan.

"Let's go to the Black Fang's yard and get some of his split-hoofed cows. ”

However, when they stepped out of Ggent's direct control and came to the hunting area, which theoretically belonged only to their orcs, they were stunned by the scene before them.

Large swaths of forest have been cut down and covered with bare tree stumps.

Several very conspicuous gray-white 'dragons' stretch from the bottom of the mountain to the area almost to the top.

A group of white-skinned humanoids burst into their field of vision.

"Humans!There are humans here!?"

Suddenly, there was a loud bang from the crowd.

A flash of black light sent a steel arrow past the leading orc, scaring the boar mount under his crotch into a pig's foot.

The steel arrow shot into a quagmire, and the flying mud almost splashed him.

The next moment, the bowstrings in the distance trembled in unison—and each of the orcs saw a black cloud fly into the sky, dyeing half of the sky gray and black, and then the black cloud stopped at the highest point and smashed down on the head.

"Arrow Strike!"

With a scream, the sharp arrows that pierced the sky whirred, and the arrows, guided by the steel arrows, pierced into the empty mountain.

The trees around here used to be very dense, but unfortunately they have all become stumps.

With no canopy branches in the way, the arrows exert their greatest power.

These orc hunters, who were not even fully fur armored, were almost completely wiped out in a single face.

Unfortunately, there was still a fish that slipped through the net, a badly wounded boar mount, which ran wildly, and instead of rushing to the human side, it ran back to Gkind.

A wild boar covered in human arrows naturally caused panic and attention among the orcs.

A large number of goblin scouts riding wolf warriors were sent out, and it was only then that the orcs knew that the Lorrainburg humans who had defeated them last year had actually led an army to attack Ggent, and quietly, built the bunker group almost under their noses.

The nearest blockhouse, less than three kilometers from Gegent, could not be seen from the walls of Gegent simply because of the mountain.

"What? You shit! You skull were only discovered by humans when they were touched here? Do you want a human trebuchet to smash into our heads, and you will report that the humans are coming!"

This terrifying-looking black orc is as tall as Orog, a full three meters tall.

He didn't have any armor, and the crossed straps on his chest were just to tie the two beast skulls on his shoulders, and there was not much black on the exposed skin, because the skin that looked like thick tires was already covered with dense criss-crossing scars.

His face was covered in colorful paint, but the most exaggerated was his 'helmet', a skull still stuck in a one-handed hatchet.

As long as anyone who knows him knows, this skull is the previous patriarch of the Skull Splitting Clan!

In a fit of rage, Bubol lifted the goblin with one hand, and then squeezed it with his big hand, and the poor goblin's thin body was directly pinched into a mixture of flesh and bone.

With a wave of a large hand full of flesh and bones, Bubol ordered: "Attack those damned humans." ”

The huge horn, which is two stories high, is made from the long horn of a split-hoof bull king. The orc trumpeter rushed over, took a deep breath, and puffed up his entire lungs.

In the next moment, the sound of a thick and desolate giant horn spread throughout this centuries-old orc city.

"Woo-woo-"

Bragging and farting, fighting and fighting, coaxing, eating and drinking, no matter what they are doing, after hearing this horn, they are all blinded.

Their sluggish brains need time to react to the meaning of this horn sound.

Immediately, the earth-shattering war drums sounded.

"Knock knock!

At this moment, the orcs had no doubt - this was the meaning of the attack on Ggent and the chieftain ordering the whole army to attack.

In this city with no plan to speak of, shacks built everywhere, and even buildings with more than two floors are rare, orcs with weapons are pouring out everywhere.

Many orcs didn't have time to rush home, so they took out the table or stool legs and rushed to assemble.

The earth-shattering sound of war drums in the distance also reached Martin's side.

The old knight Kuden knelt down on one knee: "I'm sorry, Lord Earl, it was my people who didn't do their job well and let the boar go." ”

Martin waved his hand, not caring at all: "It's okay, I didn't send Asis and them, and I was able to pull this distance, which was already beyond my expectations." Next, we're going to drain the orcs ......"

Martin looked around and saw faces eager to make achievements, and of course, the two old knights in golden helmets and armor standing on the left side were the most important to him.

Martin withdrew his gaze: "It's time for the Mermaid Knights' show." ”

Martin didn't want to put that name on the table if he could.

I always feel that the mermaid or something is weak, and it will be pushed down by someone every minute. The problem is that his own family crest is this, and he can't change it if he wants to, unless he has obtained a supreme feat that far surpasses the glorious history of the family, such as the capture of Ggent......

On the other side, thousands of orcs rushed out of Ggent in a hurry.

They were so chaotic that neither the centurion nor the centurion could control the situation, but were just held hostage, rushing east with the surging crowd.

The land around Gentry is rather barren, but there are quite a few trees, and a shrub called Gynt is spread all over the hill.

The trees are up to three meters tall, but their roots are generally more than 10 meters long, and they draw nutrients from deep in the rock formations.

It was this ring of woods that blocked the view of the patrols on the walls of Ggent, so that they could not see the human bunkers three kilometers away.

As they rushed through the Gynt grove, their eyes opened up and they saw a huge castle perched on the edge of a mountain cliff.

Or rather, the fortress community.

A five-storey main fort, at least 300 meters wide. The lower edge of the main fort has three circles of walls. These five-meter-high walls have arrow towers every thirty meters.

The closer you get to the main fort, the higher the walls and turrets.

The uneven city walls, like a hedgehog, erected spikes waiting for the victims to crash into them.

"Oh my God! these will drain the last drop of orcs' blood. "The former Black Orc general, now reduced to a centurion, Grat*Steelfang, was speechless in shock.