The orc army led by Mosa took advantage of the cover of night to break through several towns in Celt along the way, only to find that the buildings had already been emptied.

It turns out that every winter, Baron Archie will move the population from outside to the city, not only to preserve the population, but also to better concentrate his forces.

Unlike Dorman City, they did just that many years ago, with years of ample preparation and rich heritage, allowing the people to survive one cold winter after another.

Mossa, who had nothing to gain outside, finally came to the only city in the Chert Territory, and the tall walls and the large number of enemies did not hold him back, but aroused his orc belligerent nature.

Baron Archie looked at the thousands of orcs under the city, his expression was relatively relaxed, Celt led two full battalions of militia, and he might be beaten everywhere in the field battle, which was more than enough to defend the city.

According to previous experience, if the attack can't be fought for a few days, the orcs will retreat, as for whether they retreat to the grassland or go to plunder other places, Archie doesn't care, what does it matter to him about the life and death of others?

So he only glanced at it for a few moments, and then leisurely returned to his castle, surrounded by guards and servants, and began to enjoy his afternoon tea.

A burly middle-aged man climbed the city wall behind him, his heavy plate armor covering his entire body, revealing only a "Y" shaped slit in his helmet.

The scarlet cloak fluttered in the cold wind, echoing the eagle banner on the city wall, as thick as the earth.

He was the Knight Captain of Baron Archie, a high-ranking knight, and enjoyed no low prestige throughout Lintonshire.

Johnny frowned and looked at the orcs gathered below, feeling that something was wrong in his heart, in the past, the orcs attacked the city in a swarm and pounced directly, but these differences, although the pupils were full of bloodthirsty light, they were not swayed by the warlike will.

Touching the long sword on his waist, he calmed down a little, and loudly ordered the city defense officer to arrange various defensive weapons, which was also a rare buffer opportunity.

Mosa rode a tall wolf, his eyes scanning back and forth over the city walls, and finally locked his gaze on Johnny, whose battle instincts told him that the human was strong.

In a hidden corner, the orc shaman waved the bone staff in his hand, his thin limbs danced strangely, and whispered obscure language in his mouth.

Auras of different colors gradually emerged, setting off his extremely weak body......

Bundles of arrows were carried onto the walls, and rolling logs piled up, but the preparation did not calm Johnny's growing panic.

If it weren't for the orcs standing out of the range of the bow and arrow, he would have wanted to attack first.

"What the hell is hiding behind them, and why am I so uneasy......" Johnny stared hard at the back of the orc, where some hazy fog interfered with his vision, and some couldn't really see it.

Suddenly, a burst of crimson light bloomed inside, and the blazing light instantly turned the uneasiness in his heart into fear, and he shouted angrily at the top of his throat: "Dodge! Avoid! Orc shaman—"

Before the words fell, a huge dark red fireball dragged a long tail flame, with a destructive aura straight towards the rammed earth city wall, the warm fire reflected on the desperate cheeks of the militiamen, the fireball quickly enlarged in their pupils, Johnny's angry shouts still echoed in his ears, but his body could only tremble uncontrollably.

"Boom ......"

A deafening roar, a fire that soared into the sky, a cry of despair and helplessness...... The dark red flames vaporized hundreds of militiamen in an instant.

Johnny pushed away the guards who had knocked him down, and struggled to his feet, only to find the walls charred and the air filled with a scorched stench, a wail echoing in his ears, and the pan of oil that had been prepared had been knocked over......

"Warriors, charge! Charge! ”

Mosaya spewed a heavy white gas from his nose, and with a wave of the battle axe in his hand, the orcs could no longer hold back their bloodthirsty and warlike desires, and rushed forward with their big feet of nearly fifty yards.

They wielded tomahawks, bone clubs, sledgehammers in their hands, and shouted unique slogans to charge.

As they charged, the hundreds of orcs at the front were enveloped by dazzling halos.

"[Heroic], [Bloodthirsty]"

The orcs blessed by shamanic magic looked even more crazy and cruel, and the orcs carrying the ladder in front of them walked like a fly, and they were about to approach the moat.

The militiamen on the ramparts had only recently come to their senses at Johnny's shouts and calls, and the archers began to scramble to shoot their bows.

A dense rain of arrows poured down, and more than two dozen orcs quickly fell to the ground, but more orcs were hit by arrows and continued to charge with blood.

The militia defending the city was all shocked by this fierce momentum of not fearing death, and their morale suddenly fell to the bottom after successive blows.

Johnny saw that the situation was not good, and immediately pulled out his long sword and inserted it in front of him, and the fighting spirit instantly erupted, enveloping the surrounding militia:

"Combat Skill [Courage]!"

The militia affected by Johnny immediately overcame their fears and began to launch a counterattack against the orcs below who were already trying to cross the moat.

The moat was not wide, but it was only three or four meters away, and the orcs with the blessings of divine magic stepped over with a single leap, and they braved arrows and rolling stones...... The siege ladder was erected on the city wall and the ant-attached siege began.

Johnny was calm and calm, and he was on the front line to command, and soon temporarily stabilized the defense line with the advantage of numbers.

"Boom"

A dense array of throwing spears came out of the hands of a group of orcs, and Johnny immediately commanded the shield men to form a defensive line, and the powerful spears slammed into the wooden shield wrapped in iron with a dull sound.

The militiamen gritted their teeth and resisted, and although occasionally a few unlucky people were impaled through the body with spears, they managed to defend themselves.

Before Johnny could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw a group of lightly armed orcs, with short axes pinned to their waists, climbing up the siege ladder at incredible speed.

One of the leading one-eyed orcs directly performed a craniotomy on the two militias who tried to stop them, and climbed the city wall covered in blood.

He was tall and mighty, unstoppable, bathed in blood, and the short axe in his hand slashed left and right, forcing a vacuum on the city wall.

The orcs behind them soon poured up through the gaps he had opened, and one of the knights tried to stop them, but in just a few turns, their heads were cut off, and their bodies were trampled directly at the feet of the one-eyed orc.

Enraged, Johnny drew his sword and pounced on it with a team of guards......