At the cost of the lives of three giants, the remaining giants were able to get close to the fortress that the humans had built on the other side of the riverbank.

These five-story fortresses and walls were not moats that orcs could climb at will.

For giants, it's another concept.

At close range, the ballistas and artillery did not have enough angles, and the giants were able to pick up their massive wooden clubs and wreak havoc on the weak tin gates and walls.

After a morning of fierce fighting, humanity was 'defeated', and after leaving thousands of corpses behind, tens of thousands of orcs swarmed through the huge gap.

As they rushed through the fortress, they unexpectedly plunged into a huge fog.

The seventy or eighty thousand orcs were stupidly unable to find the north, and when the fog cleared, they were surprised to find themselves surrounded by an army of more than 200,000.

The human army lined up on a huge 'urn city' made of sandbags.

This scene is outrageous!

The three-storey sandbags are laid out in a standard trapezoidal shape. Seriously, this kind of temporary line of defense, orcs can still easily climb up if they really want to.

What really horrifies the orc commander is that this is not a project that can be done in a moment.

The big wasteland they stand on alone covers an area of 300,000 square meters, and how many people need to work in advance to build a temporary 'urn city' around such a large place?

The orc commander can't figure it out.

Anyway, the dense human pikemen, swords, and shield soldiers all over the top of the urn city are not easy to mess with at first glance.

And the fog just now is also weird, isn't there no magician for humans?

Where did they get so many warlocks?

"Don't be afraid! Let the giants and trolls assault—" The commander's order was incorrect.

The only thing he miscalculated was the human response.

Directly south of the opposite side, I don't know when a large dark cloud condensed in the sky above.

By this time, the clouds had passed over the heads of Barbarossa's infantry and reached the heads of the giant squad in front of the wasteland.

A premonition of impending catastrophe suddenly spread in the heart of the chief of the orc army, Balu Brutec, who commanded it.

"Retreat! Get the giants out of the way! He immediately roared, but it was too late.

I saw a series of thick purple-blue thunderbolts falling from the sky, and they were instantly above the giant's head.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the nine giants were transformed into large black carbon figures on the spot.

This was just the beginning, hundreds of large fireballs flew out from another array to the south.

Like a rain of meteors, they landed densely in the cluster of war trolls not far behind the giants, and exploded right in the midst of the troll warriors.

There was a loud boom, and the orcs caught between the trolls suddenly flew flesh and blood.

But the real horror is that the extremely flammable trolls are affected in the blink of an eye.

In the past, a squadron of pikemen could not kill a single troll, but now these green-skinned monsters that gave the Barbarossa people a great headache turned into humanoid torches that kept screaming.

They threw themselves on the ground and rolled desperately, but no matter how much they struggled, their vaunted regenerative abilities didn't work in the slightest.

After less than two minutes, the familiar trolls stopped moving.

Behind the sandbag embankment, many catapults and artillery opened fire.

The arrows that rained down like a torrential rain opened hundreds of large craters in the ground, and the blasted stones fell on the heads of the surrounding orcs like hailstones, and for a time they screamed in a chord.

The remnants of the orcs were in a panic and scrambled to run back, trying to escape through the broken pass of the fortress walls.

But there's no such thing as a cheap thing.

The fortress with a large amount of flammable materials was prepared in the morning, and as the catapult threw fire bombs into the fortress, the entire fortress suddenly turned into a flaming purgatory, blocking the only way for the orcs to escape.

You can't run away, you can't rush away.

Every time an orc tried to rush onto the sandbag wall, he would be baptized by a rain of arrows and a collective stab by pikemen. Once a place is too dense, it will be immediately beaten by the human mage group.

In less than three hours, the orc army that was enough to plague several provinces was directly wiped out.

That night, Emperor Barbarossa, 500 kilometers away, received a report from the Pegasus Knight.

"Great victory! A victory on the banks of the Red Blood River! ”

"Marshal Varus led 200,000 elites to annihilate the orc invasion army in one fell swoop, killing 12 giants, 318 war trolls, and beheading more than 80,000!"

"The head is on its way to the imperial capital!"

The news was so shocking that the people of Barbarossa's capital fell into a momentary state of confusion.

What a big win!?

You heard that right!

In the past, when the orcs invaded the south, which time was not a tragic victory?

Don't die 200,000 or 300,000 people, don't think about it.

Isn't it a false war report?

A passing nobleman asked the knight who delivered the letter loudly: "How is our battle damage?" ”

"Less than three thousand!"

"Shhh

Everyone knows that Varus is a very powerful commander, but the last time he led his troops, he couldn't beat such a rebellious battle loss ratio!

Suddenly, a not-so-gossip message came.

"I heard that this time, Lord Varus brought a group of mages newly trained by the Physics School."

"Isn't it? How long has it been? ”

"But the legendary archmage Tesla is the archmage who is the best at training magic apprentices in the world!"

"Anyway, it's too fast!"

Not to mention the suspicion of the people, even Barbarossa XIII, who received the news 'at the first time', was a little skeptical.

He picked up the battle report and checked it repeatedly, but he didn't see any flaws.

Deliberately show the enemy weakness, lure the enemy deeper, and then use the mage group to knock out the giants and trolls of the opponent as the spearhead of the attack in one fell swoop, and finally take the opportunity to counterattack in one fell swoop.

A set of strategies, which can be described as a classic among the classics.

A vote of important ministers to circulate the war report, anyone has a sense of happiness like falling into a dream.

It was still the palace minister who spoke: "Congratulations to Your Majesty! Congratulations to the Barbarossa Empire! ”

The important ministers echoed one after another: "Congratulations, Your Majesty! ”

In the warm congratulations, the old emperor came back to his senses, only to see that he was radiant, like an old man in his sixties: "Send an order to Varus, according to the third plan, start a counterattack." ”

The herald bowed his head: "Report to Your Majesty, Marshal Varus has started a counteroffensive operation after sending the letter. ”

The Grand Knights Crassus came out: "Your Majesty." There is no chance to be lost, and I propose to use all mobile forces to recover the five northern provinces in one fell swoop. ”

It was still the old palace minister who poured cold water: "Your Majesty can't." We are not ready for a large-scale counterattack. After defeating the main force of the orcs, let's see if the mage towers in the provincial capitals closest to us can still be used. ”

The knights bared their teeth.

What a great time!

Why is it logistically pulling the crotch?

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ps: The first two days cooled down, the author had a little cold, and there were fewer updates. Alas, everyone should take care of their health.

(End of chapter)