The orb was not a toy or a gemstone, nor was it sealed with any large-scale magic, or had great power.

It's just a collection of poisonous gases in the territory that corrod the rocks.

And Baier sent someone to the mountain kingdom to hire a dwarf to be a worker in forging it.

He also distilled the green water of the swamp with corrosion-resistant metal and sealed it with dwarven runes.

And because of this, all the clothes that Bayer brought from his hometown were handed over to the rune master.

In addition, he was given fifty gold coins, and the materials for his own production were made.

And the combat effectiveness of these two gas grenades, hopefully worth so much money ...

Seeing that all the militia had returned, Bayer gave the order directly.

"The resting reserve soldiers move forward and fight with their spears."

And they quickly began to replace the formation, but the speed was still not enough, and at this moment this gas grenade is useful!

Bair threw it violently, and corrosive, poisonous smoke filled the battlefield, creating a lethal area.

He and Flender immediately covered their mouths and noses with charcoal in wet wipes and quickly retreated.

The militia, as a swamp native, only felt that the air at the moment was incomparably free.

"It's the taste of Lakcha!"

The militia smelled the poisonous gas that rotted in people's lungs, and they were in high spirits.

As soon as the greenskins stepped into the poison, their skin began to fester, and the air they inhaled became highly poisonous.

A single grenade killed 30 of Greenskins!

And the main effect is to provide time to regroup.

At this moment, the people in the militia who are in better condition have been replaced, and the sharp wooden spears are under the cover of the shields of the comrades in front, so that the green-skinned orcs cannot break through.

When the poisonous fog cleared, the fury of the orcs intensified, and they hated the shrimp for using small tricks to pause the war.

It feels like a sudden stop at the happiest time!

They suddenly approached like a tidal wave, each with the ability to chop off the head of an unarmored peasant.

And Baier shouted at this moment under the escort of the sergeant.

"Don't be afraid, Lakcha is watching you!"

"Defeat the orcs, let's drink wine!"

At this moment, the militia, stimulated by the words, stabbed out his spear and pressed his shield against the orc's tattered blade.

The sound of blades striking and wooden spears thrusting into flesh intertwined.

The faces of the humans and orcs were very close together, and when Baier saw that the situation was not good, he immediately reprimanded.

"Stand back!"

Bair then pulled out one of the remaining grenades and smashed it into the center of the Greenskins.

In just half a minute, the orcs whose bodies had been cut through the front line died like weeds.

The orcs wrapped in the poisonous mist in the back also rotted and died.

There are still 176 militiamen alive today!

And the number of orcs is still three hundred, which is really desperate.

Won't they get tired, won't they be afraid?

A sweat ran down his forehead, and he knew he could win, but the results weren't going to be pretty.

Their own militia is much more sophisticated than the old peasants in their territory!

Suddenly, a loud waaagh rang out, and a monster half a head taller than the other orcs rushed out.

"Shrimp!"

Its huge axe blade swung and its armor like broken copper and iron clicked, and its own militia was sent flying, three people at a time!

Even more terrifying was that it tore through its own ranks, allowing other greenskins to enter the interior of the battle.

"Sir Flender!"

Bayer didn't even think about it, and called out his strongest combat power.

To be honest, this situation completely exceeded Bayer's expectations.

Although he liked Western fantasy before the time travel, he looked at the Lord of the Rings.

He thought that an orc army without the monster of So's big eyes was just a bunch of goblins.

As a result, the actual combat effectiveness far exceeded his understanding!

Flender pressed his shoulder armor against the giant orc's raised arm.

The two strongest were at a stalemate, but in just a moment, Flender was held down, and his defenses gradually collapsed.

But Baier didn't say anything about 1v1, he just took out the poison wood dart and threw it at the orc.

After the battle, the orcs quickly understood the peculiarities of the weapons of the Bayer troops.

It's silly, but not stupid.

It used its armor against the dart, but it also created a gap.

The experienced Flender stabbed him straight into the gap in his armor.

The orc was forced to leave the battle column, barely holding on to the front line.

Bair secretly screamed that it was a pity, if this guy was willing to poison the blade, this big orc would have to die!

The situation of getting caught in a tug-of-war is not friendly to the Bayer forces, and it seems that Greenskin's strength will not go away.

Suddenly, shouts like declarations appeared on the battlefield.

"Ahh Soldiers of Long Lake City, hurry up and line up and slay the enemies of humanity under the gaze of the goddess of the lake! ”

In the night, two abrupt bunches of family crest chess stand up!

By the light of their torches, the half-half militia had regrouped and marched forward!

Is the morale of the soldiers in this world so magical?!

The knight can continue the battle with two shouts?

But it's really helping a lot for the current situation!

Bair scolded.

"Swamp dwellers, don't let your neighbors see the joke!"

"Draw your blade! Kill the enemy! ”

The air was so quiet that it seemed like a storm was coming.

The orcs' unpleasant war drums and horns also suddenly stopped, replaced by the beating hearts of the humans.

"Ahhhh

"For Long Lake!"

"For the swamp!"

The last two waves of people actually shouted out at the same time. "Long live Bretonnia!"

The screams that shook the horizon drowned out the astonishing waaagh.

Troops of less than 300 men staggered with each other, chewing on the battle spirit and bodies of the greenskins like dogs' teeth.

The ranged troops in the castle that had stopped suddenly picked up stones and slingshots, and threw them at the greenskins like naughty children.

Baier watched as the two lord knights sat on their horses, their armor stained with mud and blood.

"Isn't this TM very good at fighting?!"

He grinned as he watched the battlefield grow brighter.

When the smell of blood and shouts of killing were over, all those standing were panting and bracing.

Bayer counted the survivors one by one, 170, what a terrible battle damage!

Although one wrong step will be doomed, but they survived!

The gates of the city of Entrat opened, and the people of the castle came.

The aroma of the soup and the smell of wine overshadowed even the bloody smell of the orcs.

The guards in the castle immediately took out the tar and poured it on the mountain of orc corpses.

Then a fire was lit.

The lord of the castle received Byer, along with the two bloodied lords next to him.

"Lord of the Fort of Entrat, Mir. Hogg, thank you for your help. ”

Bayer has bowed aristocratic ceremonies.

"Byer. Door. Bye is here to help. ”

The two lords next to him also took off their helmets, revealing their faces.

"Lord of Long Lake City, Oman. Nord, happy to help. ”

"Lord of Long Lake, Dirk. Nord, happy to help. ”

Bayer glanced sideways, and it was actually a pair of brothers.

And the lord of Fort Entrat nodded again and again, took out a treasure chest, and when it was opened, it was full of glittering gold coins!

"As agreed..."

The two brothers suddenly reached out and pushed open the chest.

"Knights only do chivalrous deeds, and do not ask for money!"

"Presumably Byer. Door. His Excellency Bye thought so! ”

One popping out of Bayer's head? Number.

What does it have to do with me?