Orcs are accustomed to carving some things that are important to them on their bodies, in the form of totems as a kind of amulet and faith.

Of course, this is a behavior that has long been despised by many human beings, and the long-established view in human civilization is that our bodies are affected by our parents, so we cannot easily let it be damaged, and the act of carving pictures on our bodies and printing some strange symbols is naturally regarded as a great rebellion.

In human society, only some members of cults or dark forces will carve some identification marks on certain parts of the body, but usually in extremely hidden locations.

In the orcs' view, however, it is the opposite. The more important the thing, the more it should be engraved on one's body to reflect its particularity and accompany oneself for a lifetime.

For example, carving the name of one's family on one's body represents a kind of importance for one's family, putting them first at all times, and always having a soul with each other, whether they are in two places or not.

At the same time, there is also a meaning of protecting the family and being guarded by the family at the same time.

All in all, different totems represent different pursuits of the orcs, whether it is devotion to the tribe, or care for relatives, or the pursuit of strength, or respect for ancestors.

Tattoos are an indispensable part of orc culture and a manifestation of spiritual cultural heritage.

Since the "Agreement of Two Kings", the gap between different races has become smaller and smaller, and now this behavior has been more and more understood and accepted by human beings, and many young people also like to engrave something important to them as a commemoration.

After it spread to human society, this spiritual culture was also given a new name - totem culture.

- "The Carved Faith"

As the first breeze blew after the appearance of Bledsoe's army, we all knew it was time to go on the offensive.

In the beliefs of the orc tribes, we believe that the wind is a messenger sent by our ancestors, the embodiment of our ancestors, guiding us on the way ahead and delivering a message to our ancestors.

My people began to pray one after another, praying for the protection of their ancestors, praying that they could win the war, so that they could get food for the winter, so that their relatives and clansmen could spend the year in peace.

The warriors gently rubbed the various totems and symbols on their bodies, hoping to gain courage and strength from them.

At that time, I was convinced that the final victory would be ours.

Compared to those human beings who only start wars and even kill each other for profit, vanity, and power, every battle we fight is to fight for a chance to live for our cherished people.

Victory will only give those who have more sustenance and bonds.

As the young matriarch stepped onto his throne wolf, my people began to attack the human army.

Those who can tame the wolf are all first-class warriors in the orc tribe, not to mention that the wolf of Little Garrosh was originally the leader of the wolf pack in the Badro region, and was defeated and tamed by him during the little Garush coming-of-age ceremony, and that day, when Garush rode back to the clan, the whole tribe was boiling.

It was also from then that our tribe really went on the road to rise. We won battle after battle and never were defeated again.

Until... We rush at those demons in ignorance...

(Orc Shaman, Stem's Notes)

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Seeing that the hostile orcs were attacking, Count Royce, who was in the middle of the archer's phalanx, gave an order, and the crossbowmen quickly formed the formation into three columns, raising their heavy crossbows and waiting for the next instruction to arrive.

"Ready!"

"Wind to the northeast! Wind speed 0.6!"

"500 steps..."

"400 steps..."

"60 Degree Projectile! Attack!"

The rain of arrows in the sky was overwhelming the vanguard of the orcs with the shouts of the officers, but the orcs were obviously not unprepared, they invariably carried shields made of various thick animal skins and tree barks, protected their faces and vital points, slightly reduced their speed but still moved forward firmly. After the first wave of arrows, only a dozen people fell.

Such a result made the general of the front team of the orcs breathe a sigh of relief, and secretly thought that the human army was really useless.

However, at this moment, a second, third, and fourth wave of arrows came in the air. The orcs didn't feel so good this time, and more and more orc warriors broke away from the team.

Although orcs with rough skin and thick flesh are naturally more resistant to arrows, as the saying goes, "from quantitative change to qualitative change, ants bite more elephants", even orcs, unfortunately hit the vulnerable parts of the body or the Achilles tendon of the foot, and the only end is to stumble to the ground.

"Three-stage projectile" is the long-range strike method used by the crossbowman unit of Cold Stone City, the "Sky Full Star", because the enemies that Cold Stone City needs to face all year round are orcs, so it does not routinely use all the shooters to shoot at the same time like other marksman troops, so as to cause a large number of casualties under a wave of blows.

The three-stage projectile is to divide all the shooters into three teams, and immediately retreat to the back row after the shooters in the front row finish the attack, and prepare for the next attack with their bows and arrows, and the shooters in the back row immediately move forward to take the position of the shooters in the front row to attack, and so on, to achieve the effect of continuous rain of arrows.

This significantly compensated for the lack of velocity of the crossbowman troops, and effectively slowed down the terrifying charge of the orc warriors through constant interference.

If the "salvo" method is used as usual, the orcs will take advantage of the gap between changing arrows after a wave of attacks, take off their shields and run wildly.

Then, before long, the marksman troops could only watch in amazement as the orcs had engaged their own vanguard and there was no chance of another salvo.

The unique tactics of the cold stone made the Gunn tribe, who did not know much about humans, suffer a big loss as soon as they came up, but the orcs were not discouraged by this, on the contrary, the blood aroused their most instinctive desire to fight**.

I saw one of the strongest orcs in the vanguard let out a roar, and the rest of the warriors successively shouldered their shields diagonally, no longer pacing for strict protection, and threw off the meteor and strode forward.

In their minds, as long as they cross this hurdle and rush into the ranks of humanity, victory will be within reach.

The orc's acceleration despite the casualties did not cause Royce to feel the slightest anxiety, and if there was one word to describe his current expression, it would probably be subtle:

What the hell are those bastards doing with Garnt, and where did this stunned tribe come from?

Things on the battlefield can change rapidly, and when facing different enemies, even the same situation, the same choice, will have completely different results. If it were against other human infantry regiments, such a charge might still be feasible, but now, they will encounter the Stone Lion Legion, which is not inferior to the alien warriors.

Although there was some confusion, seeing that the orc warriors were about to rush out of the crossbowman's firing range, Royce still methodically issued one new order after another to the herald beside him......

The voices of the heralds in the crossbowmen's phalanx rang out one after another, and the crossbowmen untied the snails from their waists, re-mounted their crossbows, and played the horns symbolizing the "attack".

The snail horn of this Suoya's specialty makes a series of quaint and ethereal sounds, as if it is deeply paying tribute to the ancient heroic spirits who have long been sleeping on the battlefield, and it seems to be praying for the descendants who are flocking to this road of no return.

For a long time, it reverberated on the battlefield......

Hearing the familiar sound of the horn, it has been silent since it appeared, and the stone lion legion, which almost made the orcs mistake it for a statue, moved, and with the melodious trumpet, the stone lion warriors sang their own war songs loudly.

Look ahead, my fellow citizens;

Have you ever hesitated in the face of our enemies?

O my robe, please remember your homeland;

When you think of our relatives and friends, do you still feel confused?

Puff up your chest, my brother;

Don't forget that we are always there for you.

In fact, the Stone Lion Legion can also be called the child army of Cold Stone City, and almost all the ordinary soldiers and even middle and high-ranking officers in the Stone Lion Legion are from the local area.

Three hundred years ago, as the Garnt Empire continued to grow, the pressure on Bledsoe's borders became heavier, and the "Stone Lions" came into being as an elite force with the goal of resisting foreign forces.

Since this unit has been stationed here since its birth and has never left, the first foreign soldiers have married and settled in the area.

At the same time, in order to be able to replenish the source of troops more quickly, coupled with the fact that the local area of Lengshi and its surrounding satellite cities have always been strong, and most of the residents are strong and strong, the recruitment selection of the Shishi Legion is also selected from the local reserves.

Over time, several generations of stone lion warriors have been replaced, and today's Bledsoe ace hoplite regiment can be labeled as "produced by cold stone".

Therefore, for the Cold Stone warriors, in fact, every battle is a battle against the water.

Behind them, they are not only the people of the empire, but also their relatives, friends, and family members;

They are not only guarding the land of the empire, but also their own home, their hometown;

In the hearts of the stone lion warriors, every battle has a reason that cannot be defeated, and it is this reason that drives away the confusion and fear in their hearts and supports them to move forward bravely.

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(Yes, victory will only give to those who have more sustenance and bonds...) ）