The city of Oren is already in sight.

After such a long absence, the city seems to have changed at all. It's still the same old look, camouflaged in the morning light, a majestic and gorgeous posture.

The Blood Banner Boss immediately laughed in his heart that he couldn't hold his breath. The last time he looked at the city from afar was only a year ago, and in a year's time, how could anything change in such a large city?

The Blood Banner Boss, along with Grubb and a group of goblins, looked at the city in the distance, and the goblins who had never seen the world excitedly pointed to the city in the distance. And the orcs were wondering what kind of loot they would get from that beautiful city.

In order to speed up the march, the large army of greenskins had little chance of attacking and capturing the human cities they encountered along the way (although they barely encountered many cities due to their routes). But it's all worth it. At this moment, all the greenskins were very obedient to the boss after witnessing all this. Even the black axe that has been humming all the time doesn't squeak. The city was much better than the towns he had spotted on his reconnaissance, much better! Needless to say, there were mountains of good stuff in it! The boss was right.

They're going to take the city and come home with a full load, and it's going to be a good Waaaaagh. After doing all this, they go back to the mountains, and then (of course), there will be another Waaaaagh, another Waaaaa......

Of course, that's for later. But even the goblins are full of confidence in this upcoming siege battle.

At this time, in the city of Oren, the scouts brought news to Perran.

"Is the Greenskin already here?" Perrin asked the people around him.

He is really not worthy of his name, on the one hand, because in the previous battle, all the holy knights who fought were wiped out, and all the rest were a group of recruits who could not yet be called "knights". But now, even this group of recruits has become the backbone of the city's defense.

On the other hand, Perrin himself admits that he is not a suitable candidate for Grand Master. What he is good at is leading small detachments to carry out various key and covert tasks, rather than commanding tens of thousands of people to prepare for battle in the city. When Comer sat in this position, everything was in order, while Perrin had to put in a lot of effort. This speaks volumes about how easy it is to say something that is difficult to do, especially when panic is already spreading in the city. Outside the city, people flee into the city every day, rendering the greenskins as ferocious and terrifying, and their horror seems to indicate that the city is not far from destruction—not only the ordinary citizens, but also the soldiers are uneasy.

In fact, Perrin confessed that all he had done was to keep the city from collapsing in panic and uneasiness—it was already difficult to maintain order in the city and allow the non-combatants to evacuate in an orderly manner.

Even more annoying are the damn speculators!

"My lord, Mr. Federlin wants to see you today......" someone reminded behind his back. The man who gave this name was a powerful merchant in the city, and many of the archbishop's women were acquired through this skin/strip.

"Tell him I'm not available. Perrin knew in his heart that the guy had one purpose in mind - to leave the city safely with all his possessions, his family, and his servants, like a rat fleeing a sinking ship. However, Perrin has been ordered martial law, and no one can leave the city without his permission.

As for the archbishop...... After Carl gave everything carte blanche to Perran, he disappeared from view. It is said that he prayed to the gods in his room, praying for their help and mercy, while others say that the archbishop had already fled secretly, leaving a stand-in in his room to confuse the people. But Perrin knew the truth—the archbishop neither fled nor prayed, but spent his days in a pile of strange metal parts reading a strange book. A book that was not written (or printed) in human language, and is very strange in terms of both text and format. And when he reads, he always looks like he gritted his teeth and hated.

However, Carl had told him that if he could hold on for a month, a miracle would happen.

"What's going on with the greenskins?" Perrin asked the scout. He knew he had two or three days left. It is important to know that the city of Orn, unlike ordinary cities, is actually two cities on both sides of the river, which are connected to each other by a bridge. If the Greenskins wanted to attack the city, they had to make enough means to cross the river and transport their troops to both sides of the river, so that they could encircle the city.

If it were ordinary greenskins, maybe they would have been eager to attack when they saw the walls. But since the Greenskin is commanded by a strategically savvy vampire, he certainly wouldn't be so reckless. Perrin can not worry about fighting for the time being.

But there was enough to torment him besides fighting! Is this really a holy city? Isn't it supposed to be inhabited by devout believers and priests, who are in a transcendent position, far from the miasma of the mundane, and should not all the people of the city zealously rise up to defend their city when it is in danger?

In the past, there was a long queue of people who wanted to join the church and practice, and they devoutly swore to give everything to the gods in front of the stars. But now they are leaving the church with the same speed, taking off their friars' garments, and crowding into the queues of old and weak women and children who have left the city. All because Perrin ordered that no church personnel should leave. Not only the lower-ranking monks, but even many priests joined the ranks.

Perrin had no choice but to forbid all adult men to leave (unless they were disabled), as well as all horses and various livestock, but he was not sure that the order was being carried out adequately. A lot of the time, the scum always finds all sorts of ways to avoid orders from above. The so-called policy has a countermeasure - at least Perrin already knows that it has become common for the city gate defenders to accept bribes.

There's not much he can do. It's easy to punish a few people, but there's really no time to do it, and Greenskin is already in the city.

The greenskins cut through the field in a loose, lazy formation.

Oren City is not a small castle, and it cannot be surrounded by a part of the army. At this moment, on the city wall, you can see the real military appearance of the green skin at a glance. Small green dots emerge from the horizon, eventually forming a wave that slowly but unstoppably swells towards the city of Oren. Mixed with this destructive green wave are not only the war machines dragged by the goblins (far less numerous than estimated, most of them appear to have been damaged during the march), but also the behemoths that are far more numerous than expected. Giants in twos and threes, hordes of trolls...... But it's those damn spider cavalrymen who really make your palms sweat. Damn, there are so many spider cavalry in the greenskins!

These things can ignore all obstacles, including the city walls.

The Blood Banner Boss looked up at the city walls in the distance. He remembered the last time he had been here, he had only wanted to be an obscure traveler, and now the whole city had to focus on him.

"I'm back!" he whispered in a voice that he could only hear, a proclamation that no one could hear, but a roar in his heart.

"Boss, this city is really big enough, Brother Mao's baba!" a small leader interrupted the Blood Banner Boss's thoughts and came up to offer a plan. "I think about it, we should cross the river first, otherwise we may not be able to beat it!

"Let the Spider Kids go up!" another goblin picked up. "Spider Boy can go anywhere!"

"The boss has already had an idea, so I don't need you to be a little bit talky!" Tarus's roar scared a few mouthy guys away, and the other guys who squeezed up to speak didn't dare to speak again.

The Blood Banner Boss also spoke: "What's the hurry, let's sleep in peace first, and then slowly recuperate tomorrow." ”

If the Queen Mother will keep her promises...... Then the Blood Banner Boss can at least play here for half a year without worrying about a third party to disturb him. Besides, the contradiction between the city of Oron and the kingdom of Shem can be said to be well known to the world, and they will not be desperate to take the fire from the city of Oren. If possible, she will also prevent reinforcements from third parties from coming in for reinforcements. But this is unreliable, and the Shem can break the agreement at any time if the conditions are right—and that is not even an agreement, but a tacit agreement.

He didn't have professional siege equipment in his hands, so he had to build it slowly. But God knows how much time it will take. Either you can only use other methods to blast the city wall open, and look at the city wall and know that the goblin's catapult is unreliable and ineffective. If you concentrate all the mana of the shaman, it may take ten days to slowly open a hole, but this is not as efficient as building a siege tower or something.

And there should be a lot of magicians in this city.

The Blood Banner Boss looked at the city wall in the distance, and for some reason, the towering and sturdy wall made him feel uneasy. Is it really possible for him to destroy religious shrines without any interference? Does he really have time for a siege?

The arrival of the greenskins caused more panic than expected. In fact, the city has not experienced war since its founding. The city of Oren itself is a "country within a state", which, combined with its special status in terms of religious beliefs, makes it almost impossible to encounter any enemies. Although the city itself was built strongly, taking into account all aspects of defensive warfare, the people of the city did not trust the walls and fortifications so much. Greenskin's previous capture of the castle was widely publicized, and the news of Grand Master Comer's defeat and death spread through everyone's mouths. No one knew what the outcome of this siege would be. These two days are the most important time to leave, and in two more days, the greenskin will cross the river and surround the city, and then he will not be able to leave if he wants to.

"My lord, there's something wrong at the city gate over there!" another urgent matter found Perlan, who was already busy to death.

When Perrin arrived, there was almost a riot at the gates. The reason for the riot was that the soldiers guarding the gate blocked most of the people according to the orders on the one hand and prevented them from leaving, and on the other hand, they took bribes to let a small number of people go out generously. This glaring injustice led to mass riots.

It took some time to deal with this trouble. When Perrin returned to his residence, he hadn't even had time to eat a bite of dinner, and another urgent document was delivered to his desk.

Today, the greenskins didn't do anything but set up camp. But tomorrow they will make improvised rafts, and in three days, three days at most, they will surround the whole city and launch a tentative attack while building engineering equipment. Then Perrin will know if his efforts have been effective.

He really wasn't sure.