By the time the orcs brought in the wolf hunters, and a group of gray, black, and gray-black giant wolves searched around under the leadership of the green orcs, Siegel had already moved away from his previous position and waited at the agreed meeting point.

A small col where a stream flows during the rainy season, and now a place for the orc army to dump garbage and excrement. It's easy to think of why Chanem chose this place as a meeting point: he wasn't the one who waited longer, anyway.

Siegel covered his nose with a three-tiered handkerchief, but he still couldn't stop the roaring smell. Now the smell is still only on his clothes, but it's hard to say if it will penetrate inwards and stain his skin, or even deeper. And from time to time, kobold laborers who pushed more filth came here, cursing and swearing, and dumping things indiscriminately. Siegel picked an upwind spot and hid behind a large mossy rock and waited.

From day to night, Siegel counted the carts that came here and hoped to see Chanem - it would be perfect if Chanem was on the cart transporting the body. But nine times out of ten, life was unsatisfactory, he didn't see Chanem's body, not even the living Chanem!

The last rays of sunlight vanished behind the western horizon, and the sky was dominated by dark clouds and a looming silver-white moonlight. "It's past the agreed time. Siegel frowned. There was a faint glow in the orc camp in the distance, dinner was underway, and everything seemed to be normal. According to Chanem's ability, it would not take such a long time to spy on the information of "why the orcs came", and there is a high probability that he deserted.

"Bastard!" Chanem would be fine if he was simply looking for the Divine Fire, if he somehow betrayed his position to the orcs. Then all the work done is lost.

Fortunately, this did not happen. The stinking garbage ditch did not have orcs to round up. Perhaps Chanem knew that the orc round-up would only cause trouble. It was impossible to catch Siegel, and the damage was not as high as the stench, so he was "released".

Determined not to wait any longer, Siegel slowly slipped in the direction of the strongest perception according to the guidance of the Ring. The closer you get to the castle, the more heavily defended it becomes, almost to the point where you can step on an orc. Fortunately, at this time, the orcs had eaten and drunk enough and were organizing a siege battle at night. All fronts are in shambles. Siegel transformed into a kobold, holding a broken iron helmet in both hands, stumbling next to the orc.

It's not uncommon for an orc to send the kobold to fetch his helmet, then use this as a reason to whip him, or even pinch him to death to make himself more favored by the gods and brave in battle. So the orcs just glanced at the kobold a few times, gave him a few kicks at most, and didn't pay much attention to it.

Siegel stopped and stopped to avoid being too much of an eye for the orc patrols. Unlike besieging armies, these patrols were directly accountable to the orc priests. Patrol the camp to keep order. No orc general wants to deal with patrols. But they all hope that their competitors will be found in trouble by the patrols. Siegel observed for a moment, and felt that the patrols were not just patrolling the camp to maintain order, they were consciously searching for outsiders.

It is close to the front of the battle line, but the perception of the Ring continues to move forward. Siegel paused, put his torn iron helmet on his head, and found a broken machete from the scraps of the orc blacksmith. He gathered with a few kobolds dressed in the same way as him, shivering at the disdainful gaze of the orcs. There is only one option to get close to the walls, and that is to charge with the orcs.

He is located in a cannon fodder team, which is used to waste enemy arrows and disrupt their targets. If they are lucky enough to storm the walls, the kobolds' short bodies can play a good role in the narrow passages, and they will be besieged with the orcs. Such kobolds will receive nice rewards, such as a three-day meal or a good trumpet armor.

Don't look at the kobolds trembling now, but it wasn't cowardice, it was the threat of the orcs. Once on the battlefield, the kobolds become crazy and bloodthirsty, rushing into the battlefield with reckless killings, slashing left and right, dealing damage with weapons and teeth until their side loses the numerical advantage.

The drums of war were beating, and the ten huge drums made the earth shake a little, and it was believed that no one in the castle could fall asleep. Both orcs and kobolds can see clearly in the dark, so they don't need to light torches, instead humans have to use braziers to light up the battlefield clearly.

The first to rush forward was a wolf. They certainly didn't have a chance to climb the walls, but their sheer size and weight allowed them to spot traps in their path. If there is any ambush by humans, such as trying to fight the defenders on the city wall through the tunnels, the wolf will use its nose to break the ambush.

Only on the first two occasions did the human defenders shoot the wolves. Later, it was found that this group of wolves had rough skin and thick flesh, flexible bodies, and a low hit rate, so they no longer wasted energy. Just focus on tearing down the towers and don't let the beasts rush up to keep the wolves at bay.

One or two skilled archers were still taking names with their longbows, and several wolves were wounded, but they became more vicious, and there was a faint tendency to rage. At this point the orc army began to advance, knocking over and extinguishing the flames along the way - mostly caused by rockets - and pushing the siege towers forward. The kobolds were caught in the group, and Siegel babbled forward.

The ground was littered with the remains of corpses left over from the day's fighting, and blood and shredded flesh made the ground muddy and slippery. Siegel deliberately tilted his feet, rolled and fell, and then slowly crawled forward on the ground. He quickly became unnoticed, whether orc or human defenders.

Following the Ring's guidance, Siegel crawled to the side of the battlefield, where the bend met the walls. A river wharf was built there, but it was dismantled at the beginning of the war.

To avoid flooding of the river, the gates of the river wharf are higher than the others, with a ramp opening up five meters from the ground, and a suspension bridge with six iron chains. When the orcs were approaching, the drawbridge was closed early, so if you want to enter through this gate, you need not only to storm the gate, but also to build a five-meter-high slope.

In addition, this place is not far from the water gate, and the constant collision of ships also attracts a lot of attention, so this place is not noticed, and few orcs charge this way.

The Lord of the Rings is guided in this direction.

Siegel squirmed slowly on his stomach on the ground, trying not to attract attention. Beside him there were constantly orc warriors falling, and stray arrows flying around. Fortunately, the kobold is small in size, and the chance of being injured by mistake is low, and he has not hung the lottery so far.

An orc was shot in the neck by a crossbow bolt and fell down with a thud, blocking Siegel's way. Before he could breathe, he fiercely pulled out the crossbow bolt from his neck. As a result, the blood couldn't stop pouring out of the wound, and it couldn't be saved at all.

He saw the kobold crawling and knew at a glance that it was a deserter, or bastard on the battlefield. The orc raised his hand, ready to strangle this "traitor" before he died.

This tenacious spirit is admirable to Siegel, but that's not a reason to get what he wants. The archmage thought for a moment, reached out and took out a packet of powder from the space bag, put it to his mouth and gently recited a few incantations.

The orc couldn't hear what the kobold said, and crawled forward stubbornly. Because of blood loss and suffocation, his vision gradually blurred, but the orc has enough confidence, if he can pinch the kobold's throat, it will definitely be this tawny little thing who will die first!

Unless, before the orc's hand could reach it, Siegel shoved the paper bag into the wound in his neck. The orc's eyes were full of astonishment, and he didn't know why the kobold in front of him was so fast. He felt the stuff in his neck flicker hot and cold, spreading throughout his body with his heartbeat. If you hadn't been mortally wounded, there wouldn't have been anything wrong with that feeling, but now?

Siegel couldn't let the spell work too quickly, so he hooked his hand and pressed it exactly on the orc's trachea. With a sharp slam of his hand, he pinched it off. The orc struggled a few times, and finally gave up and fell to the ground with his head tilted.

The heavy necromantic aura in the powder began to weaken, and soon became imperceptible, and the speed of penetration gradually slowed down. Under the spell, the orc will stand up again in the form of a ghoul or zombie, causing some trouble for the orc. If the orcs pile these corpses together, it is possible to create a group of undead monsters.

No matter how much they traced it afterwards, they didn't think that the spell was cast on the battlefield, and they would think that the creation of the undead was an accident. This is kind of a barrier to the orcs.

Siegel bypassed the orc's corpse and continued on his way, getting closer and closer to his destination. He climbed over a trench, but was startled by what he saw. In the direction of his destination, more than twenty orc warriors had already arrived, and they used their shields to form an upward shield wall barrier to block the falling rocks of the wall.

The clanging of bells was endless, but the orcs did not move, as if the damage was false. The defenders on the walls didn't know what the orcs below were doing, but it wasn't a good thing anyway, so they brought in boiling oil.

Hot oil is poured over the head, followed by the sound of flesh burning through. The shield wall crumbled, and the orcs scattered and fell to the ground as if they had melted. But the strange thing is that there is no screaming in the process.

This is not an instant decapitation, and the orcs are not without pain, even the strongest warriors will inevitably moan. Siegel narrowed his eyes and looked closely, finally seeing the clue. The orcs were long dead, and black smoke was constantly coming out of their bodies, like shaking shadows.

"Chanem!" Siegel gritted his teeth. Those who can manipulate the power of the shadows in this way do not make a choice near this battlefield, only the Sage of the God of Murder. Moreover, after the orc's shield wall was dispersed, a deep passage appeared in Siegel's vision. A hazy black mist blocked the entrance to the passage, but signs of prolonged excavation were still visible.

The orcs were also prepared, but did they know what this place was? Siegel didn't think that the orc sage had come to find the magic god's divine power, maybe it was just by mistake?

But Chanem had a clear goal, and he must have been there. Siegel continued to crawl forward, waiting for the hot oil to cool down before entering the cave. (To be continued.) )