"Knock-knock-knock-" The orc's war drums evoked distant memories of the Bakaria people.

People's minds go back to that wild era when the hair and blood were drunk, and humans and savage orcs fought each other with the most primitive weapons for the few prey on the earth.

Thousands of years have passed, and human beings have evolved a dazzling civilization, and these orcs in front of them wearing animal skins and holding stone weapons with huge wooden sticks or sticks tied to sharp stones seem to be still stuck in the barbaric era.

In a tower to the west at the highest point of the castle,

"These are clearly cannon fodder for temptation!" a dazzling outfit caught Martin's eye, and his female Grail Knight changed into a light silver armor.

This is a replica of the elf [Silver Helmets] that Martin saw in the [Blood Arena]. Although it can't reach the craftsmanship of the High Elves, this set of armor can be lightweight.

This special set of armor is rare magical equipment, and Martin specially asked Bakaria, the only royal craftsman who can make magic equipment, to cooperate with a high-ranking witch to enchant the [Protective Arrow] magic for it.

Can be used five times a day, and when it is finished, it can recharge itself at a rate of once a day.

For this set of armor, Martin, a loser, spent 50,000 gold coins. So with someone's special hobby, it's not surprising to add a modified skirt to the leg armor.

It was similar to the practice of piercing armor, with pieces of iron being buckled one by one on the outside of a thick leather skirt to form a retractable battle skirt.

made Sylvie, who was already in excellent shape, even more heroic and moving.

Sylvie originally refused, but Martin's sentence "I don't want my woman to die on the battlefield in a daze" blocked Sylvie's words.

This time, Sylvie insisted on playing, and Martin did yes.

After all, Martin also knew that the first wave of tentative attacks would not be too strong.

Seeing the messy orc formation in the distance, Martin pouted: "Don't fight too hard, it's not good if you can't let the blood go." ”

"Got it!" Sylvie rushed down the stairs quickly, and saw that the old Kuden and the others next to him were all smiling bitterly.

Ever since the Battle of Lorrainburg, they had long been convinced of their lordship. Martin is young, but his ability to use soldiers has completely destroyed these veteran knights.

If there is still a trick in the first battle of Lorraineburg, then this time it took several months to build the castle to the door of the orc's house, and I really have to accept it.

Without the castle, which stood on a plateau next to the top of the hill, the Bakaria soldiers would have had to fight on their backs, and the supply lines would have been frantically harassed.

Not only did he now have a complete supply line, but Martin had even found a spring with the help of the dwarves that could keep the fortress water. In addition, from the east side of the fort, several sets of pulleys were built, and as long as the fortress groups along the route were not breached, supplies could be continuously sent.

Even if you are bold, you can place and tie the wounded with a pulley, and send the stretcher down the mountain with a pulley.

In order to see the blood of the soldiers, most of the people on the front line this time were recruits.

The battle began.

The moment the orcs rushed out of the Ginter Woods, the earth-shattering sound swept towards the human fortress like a tidal wave.

The savage roar, the incomprehensible but malicious curse of death, washed over the eardrums of every recruit on the second wall.

They shivered and looked west through the holes in the stacks and the gaps between them.

Green waves spread out of the forest, filling most of the plateau. Born and raised in Bakaria, they maintain a martial ethos. But if you don't have combat experience, it's easy to panic.

It seems that the battle of thousands of people can be described as 'innumerable' in their eyes.

If it weren't for the veterans of Lorraine led by Sylvie urging and encouraging them, it is estimated that they would have been a little unable to hold their weapons.

"Steady, steady, don't panic!"

"Behind us is the most elite knights in the kingdom!"

"The troops on the first wall ahead are used to lure the enemy, and when they are withdrawn, you can clean up those orcs like wild boars running around!"

"Don't worry, they'll be impulsive soon!"

At this moment, on the other side, the orc centurion Grat* Steel Tooth muttered to himself: "Sure enough, it's the handiwork of the demon in human skin!"

It seems to be a vast plateau, but in fact, the terrain is constantly narrowing.

On the surface, the road to the position of the cliff on the plateau is wide, at least five hundred meters. In fact, this could not accommodate all orcs to attack on the same front.

The plateau narrowed, causing the charging orcs to crowd together and fill all the space leading to the fortress.

While not layered like a colony of marching ants, Gratt knew that if a human trebuchet fired a few shots, the orcs would lose a lot.

However, there was no movement on the human side, and the orcs still maintained the momentum of engulfing everything in all paths.

The fold cast a shadow over Gratt's desire to win the next big battle.

"Be careful! "In Grat's eyes, these orcs are terrible.

There was not even a ladder, so he cut down some bushes in the Ginter woods and used them as battering rams.

What is Shrub?

Shrubs are the number of low, inconspicuous trunks.

Those thick branches are about the same as orc thighs.

How can these crude, weak things help the walls of humanity?

The walls looked quite hard.

Gratt wondered if it was a work of magic, otherwise he couldn't explain how a few months would have been enough for humans to build a fortified city of such an exaggerated scale.

Who knows, just a few rounds......

"The city is broken!

This is no joke. There were at least five or six places that the orcs had smashed with the trunks of the bushes that Glatt could see.

The crumbling walls hit a lot of orcs, but they weren't deadly.

Instead, the human soldiers on the city walls croaked like frightened ducks, and then one by two ran faster than rabbits. Before the orcs could climb the walls that could be climbed with ladders, the human soldiers had already run away.

"Rush!"

"In the name of the skull-splitter, cut off the heads of all the damned humans!"

Humans seem to have mobilized a large number of archers to cover the gaps with arrows. It's a pity that human arrows are not too lethal for the thick-skinned green-skinned orcs.

There were a lot of wounded guys, but there were more orcs who were stuck in arrows and still screaming and rushing forward like porcupines.

The orcs rushed in one after another as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

After following the crowd into those gaps, Gratt finally realized that something was wrong.

You can't see what's going on inside from the outside.

If the outer defense is like a shield just used in the front, the situation inside is simply a pit.