The sun rose as usual the next day.

Although the Terran slaves tried their best to suppress their inner turmoil, there were still many small changes in details. For example, last night they had their first full meal since they were imprisoned in the canyon, and the wooden bowl of breakfast was never licked clean, and although they still bowed their heads and lined up expressionlessly, the gaze in their eyes became angry, and the occasional glance at the orcs was full of hatred.

The orcs, who had always been careless, did not notice these small changes.

It was the dwarf who first noticed the change, and the dwarf shouted how there was so little ore today than usual.

Today, no one worked after the Terran slaves went down to the mine, and Buck and several of the leading slaves discussed the details of the night's actions, while the others hurried to regain their fighting spirits. The ore handed over to the orcs was usually left in advance for emergencies, and the amount was naturally much less than the usual all-out mining.

As the dwarf shouted, Celesto ran over with two bottles of wine, "Master, you take a sip of wine and rest, and I'll rush those guys." ”

The dwarf was immediately happy, and reached out to grab a bottle, "Why are the orcs so generous today?"

Taking a sip of wine, the dwarf squinted at Silas, "It's not orc wine, where did you get it?"

"This is the wine I stole from Commander Firoño, and I honor you. ”

The dwarf glanced at Silas, "You have something to ask me, don't think two bottles of wine will buy me." ”

Silas smiled, "I don't need you to do anything, for the sake of the fate that we are all locked up here, if you see something, just don't see it." ”

"As long as there is wine to drink, my old man will not bother to care about your!" the dwarf said, holding the other bottle of wine in his arms, and turned back to the cabin.

The torturous day passed, and the night fell, and the orcs finally found a change.

However, this change first appeared on themselves, and not long after dinner, some orcs began to run to the toilet one after another. Not long after I came out of the toilet, I made a second trip to the toilet.

There was a queue outside the toilet quickly, and some orcs couldn't wait to find a hidden stone behind it. In the end, there was not even enough place to hide, and the unbearable orcs solved it directly under the cliff, and soon a row of orcs squatted under the cliff.

The entire canyon became so foul of smell that even orcs, who had never been hygienic, had to cover their noses.

No matter how stupid the orcs were, they knew that something was wrong with the dinner at night, and one of the orcs roared, "Where are the humans who are cooking? I'm going to find them and tear them apart!"

Silas and the others hid in the cabin, watching the chaos outside through the cracks in the planks, and couldn't hold back their laughter. He didn't expect Arthur to give the orcs laxatives.

With Silas and them, the shackles of all the Terran slaves in the cabin had been opened, and the weapons and armor had been placed under the bed in advance during the day. As soon as the orcs rush into the cabin and grab someone, the battle will start at any time.

The orc ran to the toilet three or four times in a row, and after emptying everything in his stomach, there was no other reaction. The Terran slaves did not take the opportunity to riot, and the orcs did not deliberately seek out Silas and the others, thinking that they would clean them up early tomorrow morning.

The so-called heroes can't stand the three bubbles, and after a few diarrheas, the body is weak and powerless, and they don't want to do anything except lie on the bed, and the orcs soon fall asleep deeply, and even the orcs standing guard at the mouth of the canyon are drowsy.

In the darkness of the night, the doors of the wooden houses were gently pushed open.

The slaves of the day, the Terran warriors who had regained their arms, rushed to the orc dwelling.

The anger of hatred will be fully vented on this night......

......

In the former military city, the tragic siege battle has lasted for three days.

The orc warriors stepped on the war drums and pounced on the walls of the human race in waves, and the orcs in a frenzied and bloodthirsty state were not afraid of death, and climbed the city wall with the hot oil that was smashed down from the top of their heads.

On the second day, the orcs attacked the walls of the former military city twice, and finally drove them down by the dense guns of the human race spearmen.

Perhaps inspired by the previous day's successful assault on the Terran walls, the Orcs attacked even more fiercely on the third day. Without any temptation, the warriors of several races with the strongest defense among the orcs, such as bull heads, brute elephants, and rhino armor, took the lead and stormed the walls of the human race.

A large number of orc priests even appeared on the battlefield in a concentrated manner, applying three or four blessing spells such as "Fossil Skin", "Totem Guardian", and "Aura of Courage" to the orcs who charged in the front row.

The orcs who were blessed with spells attacked the walls of the former military city in the first turn, and charged against the attacks of the Terran spearmen, forcing the Terran soldiers to keep retreating, and more and more orc warriors climbed the city walls.

At the critical moment, the magicians of the Terran army appeared.

The city was first ablazed with a sea of fire, and all the orcs who had attacked the walls were caught in flames. Then there was a storm of wind blades, and after the wind blades, the city was full of broken corpses, and there was not a single orc standing.

The appearance of the Terran mage only temporarily suppressed the attack of the orcs, and when the mages retreated from the wall to regain their magic, the attack of the orcs became fierce again.

In the northwest corner of the front wall, a young female officer is leading a group of soldiers to defend a section of the wall.

As soon as the orc showed its head, several spears stabbed out at the same time, directly picking the orc off the city wall. When three or four orcs climbed the city wall at the same time, the female officer was the first to rush forward, and with a flick of a silver spear in her hand, several orcs were pulled off the city wall at the same time like a whip.

A silver spear flew up and down in her hand, slamming horizontally and vertically, up and down, and she single-handedly defended a section of the city wall seven or eight meters long.

The blood had already dyed her battle robe red, and the pretty face under the battle helmet and the short red hair that was exposed, it was the blood-stained beauty of the battlefield.

Golie and her fifth squadron were responsible for the defense of a thirty-meter section of the wall. When Golly first arrived at the barracks, the soldiers couldn't believe that this young, beautiful girl could be their squadron leader and become a little sister protected by them.

But they soon learned the strength of this thorny rose, and the orcs who were always the first to rush on the battlefield were more than half a squadron killed.

The Fifth Squadron has been on the city wall for three days in a row, and even yesterday there was a frontal battle with the orcs on the city wall, because of the existence of Golly, a strong squadron leader, the fifth squadron has the smallest battle loss rate among the squadrons defending the city.

Today, the attack of the orcs was particularly fierce, and after the Terran magicians wiped out the first wave of orcs who attacked the city, they attacked the city twice in a row.

Even Golie and her fifth squadron suffered large battle losses, and Golly, who rushed to the front, was separated from the squadron by the orcs, and four or five orcs surrounded Golie and stormed. The soldiers behind her tried to rush up to rescue her, but they were shocked by the sudden frenzy of several orcs and kept retreating.

Faced with the orcs who kept pouring onto the city wall, Golly suddenly felt a trace of despair, not because she was about to die on the battlefield, but because she could not hold this section of the city wall.

Just then, a roaring giant fire dragon passed by her. Right in front of her, one by one the orcs were buried in the mouth of the fire dragon, and there was no one in front of her except for the charred corpses.

"Joan, why are you here?" said Golly, subconsciously looking back.

"The staff is too stuffy, so I went to the city wall to breathe. Joan, dressed in white, walked up with a grin.

Before the two of them could catch up, a low trumpet suddenly sounded on the battlefield, followed by a tremor of the earth that could be felt on the city walls.

More than a dozen giant war beasts seven or eight meters tall with huge fangs several meters long rushed towards the city wall, and the earth shook as they ran.

"Why is the mammoth beast here?

"This is even more interesting!" Joan exclaimed excitedly.