Amid the drums of war, the Silver Legion's Captain Dick Gus fled from the fortress's command platform in panic like a lost dog. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info He really couldn't stand the eyes of his fellow generals, and even when he walked down the city defense, no matter where he came to the fortress, there were always some soldiers who looked at him with disdain and disdain, as if everything that happened on the command platform was known.

Dick Gus didn't know that he was secretly being shadowed by Leo, and thought that something was wrong with his mentality, and everyone looked like they were looking down on him. It wasn't until Dick Gus returned to the Silver Legion's temporary residence and heard the adjutant's narration that Leo didn't know what amplification magic he had used to spread his words from the podium to every corner of the fortress, and now Captain Dick Gus had become the laughing stock of the fortress and the clown in the eyes of everyone.

"Bastard, bastard who deserves to go to hell a hundred times!" Dick Gus clenched his fists and cursed Leo viciously. The adjutant behind him not only rolled his eyes, but His Excellency the Legion Commander was really a straw bag, what was the use of cursing people here? He was slapped in the face in vain, but he didn't dare to make any actual moves, and the dignified eldest young master of the Gus family actually turned into a resentful woman, which was really a bit ridiculous.

"Get out! Get me out!" Dick Gus seemed to feel it, and now even his lieutenant looked down on him, which made the arrogant Dick Gus unable to bear it, and hurriedly scolded loudly.

When the lieutenant had hurried away, Dick Gus sat down in his chair, his head clasped tightly in his hands, his fingers grasping his hair, and his mouth whining like a cry and a howl of pain. From the pride of the sky, the leader of the army, and the first heir of the hereditary marquis Gus family, he became a soft egg that everyone spits on overnight, and this transformation makes Dick Gus's heart full of pain and unwillingness.

"Grand Duke Pritz, Leo, you bastard, damn it! Damn it, and Prince Grantham, and Gaylot, Ralvin, Sparrow, you guys all want to see my jokes, you ...... You all deserve to die, you all deserve to die!" Dick Gus snarled.

A crazy thought suddenly flashed in his heart: Anyway, the Dawn Fortress is destined to be undefended, so it is better to ...... , at least let everyone who dares to laugh at themselves and look down on them die!

Hatred overwhelmed Dick Gus's mind, endless humiliation drove him mad, and in his mind there was now only one thought, and that was to let everyone die, and as long as they died, no one would know all their cowardice and all their shame!

If the heavens cause them to die, they must first make them mad. It's fitting that this phrase is applied to Dick Gus.

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The orcs attacking the city are not as complete as the war between humans, just three or five pig orcs carrying a long ladder made of logs, even if it is a siege machine. Other than that, it's all up to their far superior physical fitness and fanatical will to fight.

When the orc legion in the distance slowly advanced to the strike range of the human ballista, Prince Grantham immediately made a decision and immediately ordered all the ballista to fire a salvo, making sure to give the orcs a head-on blow. With an order, with a few loud military horns, dozens of huge crossbow arrows with the thickness of ordinary people's thighs were shot from the walls of the Dawning Fortress, and these crossbow arrows arced in the air and fell into the camp of the pigmen with a strong whistling sound.

The powerful crossbow plowed through the trenches in the pigmen's array, and each arrow killed at least three or four pig-tribe orcs. The power of these coarse crossbow arrows fired from powerful ballistas is simply beyond human resistance. Even those pig orcs were wrapped in thick mud armor, but in front of this giant crossbow, there was no room for resistance like clay wood sculptures.

The pig orcs who were hit by the giant crossbow didn't even snort, and instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist, and the giant crossbow continued to penetrate unabated, until it shot through three or four people, and then ploughed a deep ravine in the ground, and the huge arrow shaft stood diagonally there, so that all the orcs who escaped the catastrophe couldn't help but shudder.

"Hmph~Hmph~, go up! Humans' crossbow arrows are extremely slow, take this opportunity to rush forward!" Drew Blackhoof, the patriarch of the Pig Clan, commanded with a snort, and as the rhythm of the war drums increased, the pigman warriors began to quicken their pace.

The pigmen in the charge did not notice that there was a shallow groove under their feet, and after the front pigmen stepped in, the eyes of Prince Grantham on the fortress command platform narrowed slightly, knowing that the enemy was already within range, he shouted and ordered: "All archers fire three times in a hurry!"

At the Prince's command, a rain of arrows rose into the air with a series of bowstring vibrations, and the dense number of arrows almost completely obscured the sky, and a large shadow quickly enveloped the orc legion.

However, the pig orc warriors were undaunted, and they erected their huge shields made of whole logs in front of them, not for themselves, but to shield the arrows for the swordantelope pitcher behind them. A series of aggressive arrows hit like a pouring rain continued to sound, and the arrows made of stainless steel could not be completely resisted even by the inch thick mud armor on the pigman warriors, but after the weakening of the mud armor, although those arrows brought blood flowers in the pigman warriors, they actually did not penetrate into the flesh, and those fierce pig warriors completely ignored the barbs on the arrows, and pulled the arrows out of their bodies, even if they rushed out a bloody arrow, they didn't care, and wiped the mud on their bodies at will to move forward again. The slight pain only fueled the ferocity of these orcs.

Those swordantelope pitchers had already gotten under the giant shield of the pigman warriors as the arrows of the opposite fortress rained up. No matter how fierce the human arrow rain was, it could not be completely penetrated by the giant shield made of the entire log, and after three waves of arrow rain, the orcs were not severely damaged, but the morale of the defenders in the fortress was all lowered.

When Prince Grantham saw that the orcs under the city had survived the rain of arrows so easily, he was shocked at the moment, knowing that today's battle would probably be a bitter battle. However, after all, it was a veteran who had been in the army for many years, and Prince Grantham's face did not show any panicked look, but calmly continued to order: "The heavy warriors come forward and raise their shields!"

His Royal Highness the Prince's composure made those slightly flustered generals feel certain, as if they had found the backbone of the Lord, and hurriedly conveyed the Prince's order.