Mosa looked at the tall and sturdy castle and tried to attack it for a day, losing nearly a hundred men, but he did not attack it at all.

According to the shaman, there is nothing he can do about such a castle, and there are only two options that can work, one is to storm it, but that will pay a very heavy price, and it may not be successful.

The second is to surround this place, waiting for the food and drinking water inside to run out, they will naturally surrender, but this is obviously a little unrealistic, who knows how many supplies these greedy humans have hoarded?

Pulling out a tattered animal skin from his bloodstained leather armor, he drew a simple map of some unknown liquid, and after careful discernment, he finally fixed his gaze on one spot.

In human terms, that place is called Kanna!

At Mossa's order, the orcs drove the captured slaves to a new goal with the looted goods and food, and their purpose this time was not only to plunder, but also to kill!

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As soon as the sky was hazy, the earth was shrouded in a fog, and it was difficult to see it really, Colin rubbed his eyes, holding the spear a little sleepy, he had not closed his eyes all night.

"I'm going to get some sleep after a change of guard, and then I'll make those hateful orcs look good." He muttered as he looked at the trap that had been hidden under the city walls.

"Hey, lad, don't doze off." Squad leader Laurie walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder, signaling him to cheer up.

"Captain, did you say the orcs would come today?" Tightening his clothes, Colin began to find words without a match, otherwise he would really fall asleep.

Laurie looked outside, and instead of speaking, he narrowed his eyes and leaned out halfway, as if he had found something.

Colin followed his line of sight and saw that in the foggy earth, a scarlet banner slowly emerged, and it seemed that there was still a white skull hanging on it, shaking with the cold wind.

A tall, strong orc emerged from the mist, as if they were still covered in undried blood, and the strong smell of blood was in Colin's nose along the cold wind.

It was Laurie who reacted quickly and immediately shouted loudly, and then the horn representing the assembly was sounded, and the desolate and heavy sound of the horn woke up the border city of Dorman.

Ryan and the others, who had been waiting for the battle, were the first to react, and the first battalion of the militia and the militia recruited later quickly assembled and began to climb the city wall in batches.

As the commander-in-chief of this battle, Delai was dressed in silver plate armor, holding a spear in the cold wind, and his snow-white cloak was blown and hunted.

He looked at the orcs below who had stopped, his expression was more serious than ever, and the palms of his hands holding the spears were sweating slightly, this was the first time he had commanded such a defensive battle.

As his deputy, Alan seems relatively calm, although he is not very old, he has already dealt with orcs a lot, after all, his father was also a border lord.

Surrounded by his personal guards, Ryan climbed the city wall, and his bright gilded armor made him look unusually dazzling today.

It's really not a wise choice to wear so eye-catching on the battlefield, but Ryan is not trying to be handsome, but has his own ideas.

The reason why Delai was allowed to command this battle was because he was relatively stable and experienced, and he was very relieved to have him in Lane, so what he had to do today was to stand here and stand here as the Baron of Cana!

Even if he doesn't do anything, standing here is the best way to boost morale, as long as he doesn't retreat, no one can take a step back!

The orcs happened to stop in front of the trap they had set, wondering if they had been spotted or not.

Delai ignored why the orc stopped, he seemed unusually calm at the moment, and said to the herald who was waiting beside him:

"Order, all archers must not attack without authorization, waiting for orders.

Ordered, immediately set up a cauldron and boil the collected gold juice.

Ordered, all spear throwers were on standby.

Command ......"

Orders came out of his mouth in an orderly manner, and he seemed unusually calm.

Ryan watched quietly behind him, nodding secretly in his heart, although it was the first time to practice, Delai had to adapt much faster than he imagined.

However, the city wall a few meters wide suddenly became busy, and everyone was acting strictly according to Delai's orders, which was a little chaotic at first, but thanks to the excellent military quality of the grassroots officers, the militia gradually became orderly in their shouting and scolding.

This is the effect that Ryan wants to achieve the most, although the training time of the militia battalion is still short, but it has been out of the category of rabble, and the most intuitive gap is that it is time to obey orders.

Soon, pots of gold juice began to boil under the fierce burning of the firewood, and an indescribable smell began to waft across the city walls.

Ryan frowned, his face a little green, the smell was too sour.

There is one on the city wall, and they all quietly pinched their noses, this is cooking!

Mosa outside the city looked at the open space in front of him with great interest, although he had already covered it up, but the traces of excavation were too obvious, and he had already discovered it.

Glancing at the slaves held at the back of the line, Mossa's face showed a cruel grin......

Ryan and the others were all ready, but they found that those orcs were still motionless, and they couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

I saw a burst of purple fluorescence flash in Ryan's eyes, and the field of vision in front of him began to expand sharply, and he hadn't strengthened his eyes for a long time, which made him feel slightly uncomfortable.

Blinking his eyes to get used to it, the image of the orc on the other side clearly met his eyes, similar to the green skin he imagined.

Perhaps because of the aura of the strong man, Ryan quickly locked his eyes on the figure riding a tall wolf, and his intuition told him that this person was dangerous.

Moving his gaze back, through the layers of mist, he saw a strange shimmer of light, the breath made Ryan's heart tremble, and a term instantly appeared in his mind - siege magic.

"Delai, immediately command the soldiers to disperse, the orc shaman is preparing a large-scale siege magic technique." He was horrified in his heart, but he remained silent on the surface, and secretly told Delai to command the soldiers to disperse.

There are many kinds of siege magic techniques of orc shamans, and Ryan doesn't know what he is about to face, but he knows that it must be a large-scale magic technique, and the denser the position, the greater the loss at that time.

Delai's heart sank when he heard this, but fortunately, they had already known that the other party had a shaman, and they had already prepared. He immediately made a few gestures that had been agreed on a long time ago, and the captains immediately quietly ordered the soldiers to disperse.

Ryan didn't have the idea of blocking the opponent's magic at all, as the saying goes, only magic can defeat magic, and shamanism is the same.

Now it's just that the walls are strong enough that they won't collapse in one blow......