At midnight, a rare drizzle fell in the wilderness highlands, bringing a gentle taste to this otherwise desolate and solemn place. Raindrops fell on the exuberant grease torches, making a subtle crackling sound.

Dozens of sentinels watched vigilantly at the dark and rainy night around them. In the wilderness, where there was no light, no bright torch could shine far, and they knew that there were a dozen werewolves and lizardmen lurking in the invisible darkness nearby. But no matter how much they reminded their spirits, the tiredness and anxiety on their faces could not be concealed, and they had not rested for nearly two or three years.

This is a grain transport unit, which is bringing large quantities of grain and grass from the territory of Erathia to the large army of the coalition forces ahead. But they didn't expect to be attacked by a small group of orcs in such a place.

Since the command of the coalition forces was returned to the generals of the various vehicles by Celeste, the speed of the coalition forces has more than doubled. The morale of the soldiers was all high, and the defeat of the Templar Knights some time ago did not affect them in the slightest, in their opinion, as long as the army advanced in this way, when the 100,000 army arrived outside the city of Oufu, any conspiracy and trickery would be crushed into powder under the iron hooves of this absolutely superior force.

However, no matter how expensive the troops still have to eat, the grain and grass of the 100,000 army is an incomparably huge amount, and when the coalition forces penetrate deep into the high ground, they will also need a larger grain transport team to send countless grain and grass from various countries, and now this is just one of the troops.

The team escorting the grain and grass was five hundred men, which should be far enough to deal with the knotted beasts. It's nearly a thousand miles away from Oufu. Moreover, there are 100,000 troops in the middle of the coalition army, and it is impossible for an orc army to appear in the near future. But they did.

This food transport team has been constantly harassed since it encountered this small orc force of more than a dozen people two days ago. The orcs were not in a hurry to attack this force ten times larger than themselves head-on, but constantly wandered around. It wasn't the lizardmen who fired a few bows and arrows to kill and wound a few soldiers. And the range of the ground archers in the team is completely incomparable to that of the lizardmen, and the mobility is also that the orcs have the upper hand, and it is impossible for the soldiers to catch up.

It wasn't until the beginning of the night that the soldiers realized that the real nightmare was ensuing. The orcs were almost incessantly harassing and attacking, but the soldiers couldn't tell whether the figures coming from the darkness were just two or three harassing individual orcs or the entire force ready to sneak up on them with all their might. It's the same as harassment during the day. The orcs were all fighting back with one blow, but the effect was obvious, and the whole team barely got any time to rest. So, the next day, during the day, the tired team had to stop and rest after only a short distance.

But tonight the harassing sneak attack had not stopped, and the soldiers had divided into fifty groups to take turns keeping vigil, and even a little numb to this harassment. Their spirit and morale slowly turned from nervousness at the beginning to exhaustion and paralysis. But in general, their morale is still maintained at a fairly high altitude, although they are now trapped here, but in fact, this position is between the large army and Erathia, strictly speaking the control area of the coalition forces, so they are not too worried.

"These guys must have been deserters who had slipped out of Orfo, haunting the neighborhood in search of some food. Rest assured, everyone. The carrier pigeon has been released. Whether it is the army in front or the ground support troops in the rear, it will take less than two days to arrive and wipe out this group of orcs. ”

These are the words of the captain to the soldiers. Almost all soldiers did think so, and the enormous superiority of the coalition forces did not create a sense of crisis in any way.

But one of the soldiers in the team reacted strangely, he not only seemed panicked, but also frightened. He also reported to the captain in great horror, suggesting that all troops should abandon their food and grass and flee back to Erathia or go to the coalition army. According to the soldier, he was a hunter himself, and was familiar with the methods used by these orcs.

"Their stalking and harassment is what the wolves do when they hunt their prey. This harassment and attrition is to fatigue the prey while allowing one or two wolves to inform more of the same. If we don't take the opportunity to run away with all our might, we'll be dead. ”

Naturally, this suggestion was not approved by the others, and the captain almost killed the soldier because of his nonsense. Everyone believes that this situation will soon be over.

'Whoosh'. Without warning, a bow and arrow were fired in the darkness, right in the throat of a sentry. The sentry let out a strange muffled grunt and immediately fell.

"Be careful, everyone, the shields are all for protection. "The captain of the sentry ordered, and he didn't even sound the siren of the siren. In the past two nights, the horn has been sounded more than fifty times, and none of them have produced any practical significance, except in vain to make it impossible for the people inside to rest.

Sure enough, there was only one shot of the bow and arrow. Then the night fell silent again, except for the strange dying moans and twitching of limbs from the throat of the sentry who had been shot, and several of the sentries scrambled to call for help from their companions, but the arrow had pierced most of the pipes in the throat, including the carotid artery, and the small army was not staffed with priests, and the last soldier had to draw his sword to put an end to his companion's pain.

"*, do you bastard beasts dare to come in front of you? I'm going to cut off your tails and heads and shove them in your assholes. An angry soldier stood up and roared into the darkness. The roar seemed lonely in the empty wasteland.

"Don't scream, the brother inside still has to sleep. The captain of the sentry said wearily. After so many years on the battlefield, he is also used to life and death, and this archery is an endless sneak attack that has already made his spirit close to exhaustion.

But I don't know if it was the soldier's cry or the hallucinations of fatigue, the captain seemed to see several figures appear on the edge of the fire.

"Huh?" the captain narrowed his eyes to see better. But as soon as he saw a flower, a rapidly spinning thing shook in front of him, and he fell straight backwards. A small axe was completely embedded in his face, leaving only one handle on the outside.

Werewolves and lizardmen finally appeared in the firelight. But before the soldiers could fully react, the vigilance that had been in the embryonic form turned into panic, because the orcs who appeared in the flames were not only a dozen or dozens as they had always thought, but dozens or hundreds of them rushed side by side.

"Here we are. It's really ......" the soldier who had been a hunter and had made a suggestion to the captain screamed in amazement. But his screams had only just begun, and he was immediately cut off by a small axe in his throat.

Werewolves and lizardmen continued to rush from the darkness into the light of the fire, they had not made any noise before, and now they had barely made the slightest sound when they began to charge, and those soft steps and limbs seemed to blend with the ground, and there was no roar or howl of any beast. Like a nightmare ghost conjured up in the night, it quietly brought fear to everyone. Needless to say, the fifty sentinels were turned into corpses before they could even scream and scream.

The soldiers in the rest area of the camp were still alarmed, and they all took up arms and tried to fight back. But the hasty and tired human warriors will never be the match for the orcs, in the midst of one-sided screams. The orcs above completed this one-sided killing with astonishing efficiency, and their efficiency and skill were as skilled as butchers for years. There was not the slightest superfluous movement, not even a word of conversation between them, as if a group of killing machines had quietly completed their mission.

The horses pulling the grain carts were already startled when they smelled dozens of werewolves. After the werewolves and lizardmen had finished slaughtering the soldiers, they turned their attention to the animals, which they slaughtered in a very short time. It didn't take much time for the camp to become a place of dead silence in the hands of the werewolves.

At this time, the werewolf at the head began to command the other orcs. They gathered all the grain and grass, but they didn't burn it. If such a large pile of grain and grass were to be burned in this dark wilderness. The light of the fire was enough to see clearly from two or three hundred miles away. After the orcs had taken what they needed, they dismembered all the corpses on the ground and stuffed them very evenly into the grain pile, and poured the entrails and blood into the food.

A drizzle of rain also sprinkled on the bare grain and grass in the open air, which, according to the weather of the wild highlands during the day, would not be eaten by any animal other than flies and maggots after the evening of the day.

After all this, the orcs hurried back into the darkness of the night. Since this was only the second attack, according to information from their companions, at least three more food units awaited them.

Ten days later, the coalition army finally had to stop its march because of the problem of food and grass.

It is indeed almost impossible that the besieged side can bypass the blockade of the 100,000-strong army on the unsupplied wasteland and rush thousands of miles to the rear of the enemy to harass the grain routes. But for the orcs who are good at night movements, it is naturally difficult for hundreds or thousands to cross the army in front, but this small detachment of only a dozen people is completely fine, and then they gather in the rear and adopt the unique wolf pack tactics.

The generals of the coalition were not stupid, and since they received the news of the looting of grain and grass, they each sent their troops to eliminate the harassing force, but they soon discovered that ordinary pursuits had almost no effect. These orcs, who had been living in the wasteland for a long time, were not comparable to any human army in terms of speed or endurance. The point is that they have little to no supplies in the wasteland, small animals in the trees, snakes, lizards, and even insects can be their food, and their biggest source of food can be obtained from the corpses of their enemies. Such a force is completely free from shackles and shackles, and is free to roam, lurk, and harass in the wasteland.

By this time, the coalition forces had already advanced a considerable distance towards the center of the wasteland, and there was enough room for these sneak attackers to maneuver, and these orcs engaged in a head-on battle, and even the only rather unexpected encounter ended in the defeat of the coalition forces. These orcs sent out are undoubtedly elite, in fact, those who can implement such sophisticated tactics must be quite intelligent orcs, natural combat effectiveness, super survivability and night attack ability, and the most able to give full play to their strengths, which makes these more than 100 orcs the most effective and terrifying guerrillas.

Three elements, five thousand, ten thousand, and finally until the exterminated troops increased to an incredible 20,000, and several top-level water system reconnaissance scrolls were used, and then the small group of orcs was hunted in the vast wasteland.

But in the end, it didn't really completely annihilate this group of orcs. More than a dozen of them, who were supposed to be the leaders, actually used teleportation scrolls to escape at the last moment, under the cover of their companions. At this time, the fact that Ou Fu had a teleportation magic array was beyond doubt.

Just a hundred orcs made the coalition army have to stop or even go back a long way, and the loss of grain and grass converted into alloy coins during the period is calculated at sky-high prices, not counting those in the hands of the orcs, just 100,000 troops consumed in a day is enough to make any financial officer have a headache for a while.

In the end, this kind of sneak attack had to make the generals of the coalition forces admit that the kind of steady and steady strategy set by the Templar Knights at the beginning may indeed be necessary, after all, although that kind of advance seems not so hearty, but at least the mutual response between the coalition forces and the protection of the grain route can also make this kind of sneak attack difficult to work.

But at this point, it is impossible to go back and pick up the Templar tactics again. Against the harassment tactics of the orcs, it is absolutely difficult for infantry in the ordinary sense to keep up in terms of mobility. So after a meeting, the generals of the coalition army came up with a common tactic, that is, 30,000 cavalry dispersed to protect the transportation of grain and grass between the various road sections.

The nearest coalition force was now less than ten days away from Oufu, and victory seemed to be within reach, as long as food and grass could be guaranteed.