"Archer, prepare. ”

"Put!"

The first rain of arrows quickly sloped down from above the valley, and the arrows were twice as powerful as usual due to the high altitude and the help of the wind. A rain of arrows quickly overwhelmed the greenskins. Due to the lack of effective protective tools, a large area of green skin fell in a pool of blood in an instant, and those weak goblins were almost killed with one arrow, while the stronger orc warriors barely carried a few arrows, but with several arrows in their bodies, even if they hadn't hung up, they basically had no combat effectiveness at all.

At the same time, at the rear of the valley, the sound of war horses neighed, and a large number of Ugol cavalry were like a storm, surrounding the only gap in the valley.

There was a blockade in front, a chasing soldier in the back, and the greenskins let out an angry roar.

"Despicable human!"

The greenskins roared in anger, however, that didn't change the fact that they were besieged. The leader, Gothia Bloodclaw, roared, and charged towards the hill with the few black orc warriors around him. They had been battling these human cavalry all the way, and knew that if they ran up, they would have no chance of catching up. Right now, the only place where you can break through is these human infantry on the hill.

Hopefully they won't be as disgusting as the people on horseback.

Seeing the boss charge, the other greenskins followed suit. The gentle slope of the valley doesn't seem too long, but at the moment it is a nightmare for the greenskins.

Because the human defenders not only have bows and arrows, but also other tools...... Rhodes asked everyone to prepare the rolling stones in advance, and at this moment, almost all the soldiers went into battle, and the ranged troops with bows and crossbows used the ranged weapons in their hands to volley and kill the enemy, and those who did not have long-range weapons lifted the stones and smashed them at the orc troops who rushed up.

Two hundred, one hundred, fifty steps, the gentle slope within a short hundred meters became a death zone for the orcs. A dense rain of arrows and rolling stones fell from the top of the hill, smashing over the hordes of orc infantry, and the goblins howled in terror and did not dare to step forward.

Blood poured down the hillside and flooded the land, watering the barren northern land.

However, even after crossing this death zone, the danger does not mean that it is gone, but it is more terrifying. Musket teams from Dulong City and Blackhammer Fort formed a formation and fired at enemies within fifty paces.

Even the strongest orcs can't withstand the close-range shots of a dwarven shotgun. Blood splashed in the air like broken bottles of wine.

The sound of dwarven muskets echoed across the line above the valley, and in the smoke of gunfire, greenskinned orcs fell under the powerful dwarven muskets.

"Ready. ”

"Fire!"

"Prepare ......"

"Fire!"

The Dulong City officer ordered repeatedly. While the fighters in the front row shoot, the fighters in the back row reload the projectile and prepare for the next round of shooting. Take turns shooting. The condescending terrain gives full play to the power of muskets and bows. And when the ferocious, green-skinned orcs finally rushed to them, what awaited them was not the slashing of machetes and battle axes, but rows of spiked fences, and behind the fences was a deep trench, although it was only more than a man high, but at the moment it was almost an insurmountable chasm. Because behind this trench were hundreds of dwarves and humans armed with shotguns.

Each round of fire fires hundreds of bullets into the orc crowd. Greenskin's corpses were stacked in front of trenches and fences, layer upon layer.

A few lucky orcs rushed over the fence and jumped into the trench, but none of them crawled out of the trench alive. The dwarven musketeers walked to the edge of the trench with a blank face, and fired at the green-skinned orcs in the trench.

With the hatred of several generations, some dwarves even whipped Greenskin......

Roar......

Eventually, the greenskins began to retreat, and as they left, they did not forget to roar a few times to express their deep dissatisfaction.

However, now that they are here, Rhodes will not let them go easily. Under the thunderbolt, Rhodes raised his battle axe and ordered all the bear knights to charge.

Although there are only eighteen people in number, these eighteen bear knights represent the strongest combat force in the north. The Lost Bear Knight has been resurrected in the North. The Knights of the Sons of Ersun charged with enthusiasm and followed their lord.

High Priest Yeskovich ran, roaring loudly, and at some point an extra golden spear appeared in his hand. With a wild roar, the High Priest threw his golden spear. I only heard the sound of the air being torn apart, like a golden light flying over the valley and into the green pile. After impaling three greenskinned orcs and a dwarf goblin, it landed on the ground.

"Kill them all, and leave not one behind!"

Riding on the back of a giant bear, Rhodes shouted loudly. Lightning converged on the tomahawk, and as it passed the first orc, the thunder tomahawk slashed it with ease, blood spurting from the orc's chest. This was followed by the second, the third...... Every time the Thunder Tomahawk strikes, it carries the burst of lightning. Those little goblins were far away, and they were directly frightened and fled with their heads in their hands.

The smell of blood was thick in his face, and Rhodes spun his battle axe, throwing the dwarven forged Mithril battle axe violently, the runes on the handle of the axe shone with white light, and the battle axe whistled away in the direction of the most dense orcs. Rhodes drew the cold iron sword on his back. Even if it's not used for a long time, it's still a family heirloom.

The green-skinned orcs of the trapped beast fight stood in front of him, making a final struggle, however, the white bear Usok pounced directly, and under the weight of the crush, the green-skinned orc was directly knocked to the ground, and when he got up again, the giant bear's fangs had bitten into his face.

The orcs finally had the bloody battle they wanted. However, by this time their numbers were already too small. Three thousand northern soldiers slaughtered the remaining 1,500 greenskins in the valley. And even if there are only more than a thousand, there are still many orcs who have been injured by arrows, not to mention those little goblins, who have long lost their combat effectiveness.

Rhodes roared and slashed the orcs, and the greenskin leader Gotia Bloodclaw rushed forward, and with brute strength, the orcs had no stage fright. But Rhodes only took a slight sideways step after the opponent's machete fell, dodging the attack, and at the same time slammed the orc's head with the hilt of his sword, the blood claws were smashed dizzy, and he was about to fight back, when the thunder battle axe roared from mid-air, and before the orc could react, an axe cut off his arm.

Gothia screamed in pain, and scarlet blood poured from his severed hand and spilled all over the ground. And Rhodes showed no mercy, holding the axe in one hand, and slashed through the orc's chest at close range. The axe pierced through the breastplate, splitting the beating heart in two.

There was such a bloody slaughter everywhere, a few days ago, the Greenskins attacked the human castle and slaughtered the people there, and a few days later, in this unknown valley, the Northern Coalition joined forces to slaughter the Greenskins.

Blood flowed and watered the valley......