The war was far bloodier than any battle, and the walls of the Holy Helmet were stained red, slowly sliding down, gathering into a stream of blood like a stream.

As time passed, the thick smell of blood filled the valley, and the corpses of orcs were strewn beneath the walls of the Holy Helm Fortress like a hill.

The first day of siege was only a temptation, and although Ashge ordered the orcs to attack, he did not overwhelm all his forces.

The orcs suffered a lot of damage from the strafing of bows and arrows, and more than 300 people lost their lives, but later when the spears were thrown as cover, the momentum was suppressed.

The spears thrown by the powerful force pierced the bodies of many of the archers at the head of the wall, and nailed directly to the top of the wall.

suppressed, so that they did not dare to attack with arrows unscrupulously, and also let the orcs lean against the edge of the city wall.

Once the distance is close, there is no way to eject, and with the iron armor of the orcs, the threat of bows and arrows is greatly reduced.

Moreover, the Rohan people of the Holy Helmet Fort also have to face a problem, that is, they have to deal with the orcs who climb up, which is inconvenient for bows and arrows to do.

Thus, the white-knuckle battle began.

The orcs are powerful and fearless of death, and when they climb the walls one by one and begin to attack, the threat posed is enormous.

The orcs were killed and wounded, but the Rohans also began to suffer heavy casualties.

On the first day, more than a thousand orcs died, and more than a thousand died in the Rohanate.

The next day, Ashg slowed down his offensive a little, and the orcs suffered more than 800 casualties, and the Rohan ran out of bows and arrows, and fought tiredly, with casualties of about 2,000.

On the third day, all the Rohans were in a state of great exhaustion, and there were only about 2,000 men, including all the wounded.

Covered in blood and with straps on his shoulders, Xiyude stood on the wall, his brows furrowed, and his face full of worry.

"Hold out one more day, and on the third day the king's army will come."

He took the lead and killed many orcs, and finally held out until the third day.

Although the casualties are heavy, as long as they survive today, then it is time for their Rohan to counterattack.

"Prince, the orc offensive has been suspended!"

At this moment, a shout sounded, Xiyoude's expression tightened, and he immediately came to the edge of the city wall, and sure enough, the orc army had stopped attacking.

"Are our reinforcements arriving?"

The adjutant general also knew that the sudden halt was wrong, but after thinking about it, today was the third day, and reinforcements should have arrived.

Excitement flashed in his eyes, if the reinforcements arrived, then as soon as the reinforcements attacked, they rushed out from the inside, and the inside and the outside should be combined, and these damn orcs would die.

However, when he looked at Xiyoude, he suddenly found that Xiyoude's face had turned like a miserable white paper.

"Knock Knock"

Heavy footsteps came, and he jerked towards the valley outside the city wall, his pupils contracted rapidly, and a look of fear flashed, and then a chill rushed to the heavenly spirit cover.

"Trolls, they, they even have trolls!"

The orc forces were slowly moving out of the way, and three tall, terrifying trolls were walking in the valley with heavy steps.

They were about seven meters tall, their skin was pitch black, their muscles were swollen, and they were covered under a piece of steel armor, which was one or two centimeters thick, and they protected their bodies tightly.

In their hands, they held a huge meteor hammer, the whole body was made of metal, and the head of the meteor hammer was full of blunt thorns, which was more than a meter in diameter, and it looked no worse than a battering ram.

The three trolls strode towards the Helmet Fortress, each step as if they were stepping on the heart of the Rohan soldiers.

Fear, gradually spreading in the army.

Even on the first day, it would be better for Ashge to directly use the trolls on that day than to appear now.

Seeing such a monster at the end of the crossbow is a nightmare for all warriors.

"Shoot the arrows, release the arrows!"

Xiyud gave a loud order, but the soldiers at the head of the city were silent, and their voices were mournful: "Prince, we ran out of arrows yesterday, and we ran out of rolling stones and rolling logs. ”

They were in a hurry to defend, there was no way to stock up on more defensive supplies, and the food was already all they had prepared.

And the equipment of the city defense, needless to say, there is no time to make and prepare.

Although Ashge deliberately delayed time, he had no intention of really paddling at all.

The siege is a real siege, consuming the supplies in the Holy Helmet Fort, which is also his plan.

Soon, the trolls had already strode to the front of the orc troops, and they were only a few dozen meters away from the city wall.

Xiyude knew that he and the Holy Helmet Fort had reached the point of life and death, and he almost roared.

"Throw spears, throw your spears, and don't let that thing come close."

"Whoosh"

With all his strength, he threw the spear in his hand.

How he wished that this spear could penetrate the troll's body and kill the troll.

If that happens, it will boost morale, and the Holy Helm Fortress will be able to hold out until his father arrives.

However, with a soft clink, the spear landed on the troll's armor, leaving only a small trace, and then fell weakly.

Almost all of the Rohan's defenders did the same thing, and spears stolen down on the trolls.

Most of them were unable to break through the armor's defenses, and occasionally some of the fish slipped through the net and stuck in the arms of the shemales.

The next moment, the pain-eating trolls pulled out the "thorn" and threw it back into the wall.

For an ogre's size, unless it hits a vital position like its head.

Otherwise, if an ordinary attack wants to kill him, it will only grind slowly.

And now, do they still have time to grind a powerful trolls to death?

Watch as the trolls walk down the crooked corridor and come under the city gates.

"Block the door, seal the door!"

Sealing the gates was Siyod's last order, but in Ashge's opinion, it was just useless.

"Attack!"

The orc troops attacked again, and this time the whole army pressed up, and the remaining six or seven thousand orc troops, the black pressed ones joined the siege sequence.

"Bang"

The trolls began to pound the city gates, swinging a huge meteor hammer with unrivaled power and slamming it into the city gates.

It was just a collision, and the sawdust of the city gate splashed, shaking vigorously and making a loud noise.

The power of the trolls is great, and this gate is a bit unbearable.

The three trolls took turns slamming on the door, and one after the other, the gate began to pierce, revealing the embarrassed soldiers behind them against the gate.

On one side were the embarrassed soldiers of the Rohan Kingdom, and on the other side were the fanatical orc warriors, and the shouts of killing almost resounded through the Holy Helmet Fortress.

Ashge didn't do it himself, he held the Dark Ring in his reverent hand, half-kneeling on the ground, and the black power spread around the entire Holy Helmet Cauldron, invading the ground like a root system.

"The Great Mother Tree of War, upon the call of the Great Master, will be sacrificed by me and descend here."

The ground swelled, and the dark roots of the tree burst out of the ground, churning like a python, and then took root wider and deeper, and a mother tree actually grew here.

(End of chapter)