"Think about it, Captain Perran, when the Greenskins attacked, all of a sudden...... Their boss turned into a vampire...... What do you think is going to happen? hehe......" Karl let out a hey laugh. "I'm sure it's a fun thing to do whatever happens. ”

"Your Majesty, Archbishop, since you have this artifact, then ...... angels"

"No! while this artifact can disable the vampire's transformation tricks, it is not lethal on its own. In order to ensure that the vampires are killed, angels and other troops are still necessary. ”

Of course, the more important reason is not actually the vampire, but his own safety. Although it is said to be a low-level war of these primitive races, without Wendini by her side to protect, it is impossible to fight in case of danger. As for the city...... Anyway, it can be rebuilt, and the life and death of those primitive races are not something that Carl considers.

"No matter how shrewd that vampire is, he can't imagine that I have such a trick!" Karl whispered to himself as Perrin left. The best ending is that the deformed vampire is lifted and killed directly by Greenskin!

Oh, by the way, some tests are needed!!) Thinking of this, Carl hurried to the secret room inside. Don't make a mistake in assembling the induced radio wave transmitter!

This was followed by a few days of calmer days. Greenskins didn't do anything other than occasionally attack the defenders on the walls with magic, but they could be seen from afar in the greenskins' camp. The machines were not centralized, but were scattered irregularly throughout the Greenskin's camp.

In Oren, rumors have spread that Greenskin intends to take the bridge on a raft. This was indeed an extremely effective tactic for the city, so people panicked. Many people suggested to Perran, who was in charge of the command, that the vigilance in the direction of the bridge should be strengthened, and at least street fighting fortifications should be prepared, so that the city gate at the entrance of the bridge would not be broken by the green skins. However, to everyone's surprise, Perrin actually rejected the offer. He did nothing but step up patrols here.

Archbishop Karl also ended his isolated meditation and prayers during this time, and began to make frequent appearances in the city. This move greatly countered the previous rumors of "the archbishop escaped" in the city, and gradually calmed people's hearts. The Greenskins hadn't attacked yet - but everyone could sense that once the offensive was launched, it would be a decisive battle that would decide the outcome of the war.

Early in the morning, Carl walked out of his dormitory satisfied. Everything is going well, he finally has a trump card against vampires, which puts him in a good mood. There seemed to be no reason to stop him from relaxing and enjoying the gap before the decisive battle began. The three women who accompanied him last night could barely get up today.

He put on one of his most beautiful and gorgeous priestly robes, and prepared to summon a few beautiful priestesses today. Although he had refrained from making a move against these priestesses who belonged to the Church, he had no choice at the moment. Perrin evacuated a large part of the population, including the merchants who had provided him with a steady source of women in the past...... He has no way to find a better one now, so he can only make up his mind on the grass next to the nest.

However, as if God did not intend to give him a chance to make this mistake (Ilan would definitely be furious if he knew about it), just as he was thinking about the specific goal, a herald hurried over and informed him of an urgent message.

"Archbishop, the orcs are coming on a raft, and they have already boarded the bridge!"

"Where's Perran?" Karl asked subconsciously.

"Master Perrin has gone there to take command...... It was he who told me to come to you!"

"Well, I know!" Karl suddenly felt a wave of evil happiness in his heart. It's finally over, Ashrufat, it's a pity you're still a step too late. If you come here before I set up the induced radio transmitter, maybe you still have a chance. But now...... You're just a splash monkey!

When Carl came to the city wall, he watched the crowds of greenskins huddle on the bridge. In fact, the bridge was already covered with green dots at this time. The raft on which Greenskin rode was not the normal one, with a rudimentary tower built in the middle. As the raft goes downstream, the tower will naturally be blocked by the bridge, and Greenskin will be able to climb up the tower to the bridge without difficulty. In this case, of course, the patrol force responsible for the guard on the bridge could not resist. The only thing they could do was to retreat as quickly as possible and relay the information of the Greenskins' arrival.

The greenskins were still there noisy and yelling. If you go out of the city to counterattack at this time, it will be a fighter, but unfortunately, in this case, it is impossible to determine where the Blood Banner Boss is.

When Carl looked closely, the bridge looked like a green carpet covered with green dots, and he could see many darker, dark green dots - those were the black orcs, the elite troops in the green skin. It seems that as he expected, the Blood Banner Boss led his most powerful troops and personally commanded the launch of this raid.

Carl smiled, the bait he set up here was not in vain, the Scarlet Duke really came!

In fact, in terms of strategy, the situation at this time is not optimistic. As mentioned earlier, the city of Orn is actually composed of two relatively independent cities facing each other, both of which have complete walls, and the side facing the water is also built with walls. However, considering that it would be difficult for the enemy to attack from this side of the Oran (it was impossible to use any siege equipment in this direction, unless the river dried up), the walls on the water side were much less solid than those on the land side. This is not only the thickness, but also the annexes of the city walls, as well as the gates themselves.

The gate on the waterfront side – that is, the front of the bridge – is not an impenetrable fortress. And the gate was too big and too thin. It's not the kind of iron gate that can withstand an attack or a wooden iron door. This is because the port along the river is an important transshipment center, and if the gate is too large, it is difficult to transport large items such as building materials. Due to the special background of the city of Oren, it is often necessary to build some large buildings, and the materials required are to go through this gate.

The orcs have taken the port and are now just a stone's throw away from the gates. The musketeers on the ramparts were already on standby.

"Your Majesty, the cannon emplacements at the head of the city are still empty, and if you can pull the cannons up, it should have a very good effect. "Someone suggested to Carl. Now that the greenskin is not ready, the cannon will produce a good lethality.

Karl did not answer. In his opinion, it's all just a game. And he already knew the outcome of the battle. Cannons or something, it doesn't matter at all.

"Huh...... Come on, Scarlet Duke Eshurufat...... Before you die, be complacent. By the time you think you have everything in your hands, you find that victory has slipped through your fingers...... That expression must be funny. Karl watched the green carpet squirm in front of him, chuckling in a whisper that he could only hear. "I'm probably not going to see your panic and fear for a moment, but I'll imagine it!"

"Drag the cannon behind the city gate and prepare it for scattering. Karl ordered.

"My lord, we can't just give up the gates!" said one of the generals. "The cannon should be hoisted to the city wall, it's still too late!"

Karl frowned, but he eased his mood immediately. How could these imbecile races, who didn't understand anything, know the ingenious plan in his heart?" "I said, pull the cannon behind the city gate and prepare to scatter!"

He gave this order in an indisputable tone. The general seemed to want to speak again, but in the end nothing came out.

Ashrufat, come on. I'll give you a chance to break through the gates! Give you a little sweetness as a dying gift before you die.

From the other side of the city, there was the rumbling sound of cannons. Karl glanced back—presumably over the gap in the wall, a fierce battle had begun. Perrin had already gone there to direct the battle (this Carl didn't keep him), and I wonder if Greenskin had broken the makeshift wall by this time.

His mind was only shifted for a short time, and he was immediately pulled back to the battle in front of him. A large foot made of green points of light appeared above the city walls, stomping on the heads of the musketeers lined up on the walls. Every step on it brought up a cloud of gravel and dust, as well as a few screams.

"My lord, let me ......" one of the magicians beside Carl begged, but Carl stopped him with a wave of his hand.

"It's okay, it's nothing, there's no need to waste your energy trying to crack the magic. Your time has not yet come. The greenskins are coming up soon!"

Anyway, the city gate was already going to give it to that Ashrufat. Engaging in a magical war of attrition here is a recipe for disaster.

Then, as Karl had expected, the greenskins let out an earth-shattering shout, and a wave of greens separated from the main body, taking advantage of the magic cover, towards the city gate.

......

The orc leader raised the axe in his hand, but his body froze. He looked at the magic arrow that pierced his chest in disbelief, and then his body slowly fell.

But the four orcs rushed up after him, and Perrin flicked the bowstring, and four arrows shot through the bodies of the four orcs in a row. This hand-held arrow can be called a trick - but no matter how strong the trick is, it can't stop the charge of thousands of troops on the battlefield. Perrin did seal a small gap, but in the others, more orcs were swarming in, swooping down on the thin lines of the defenders.

A swirling pillar of flame burst out from the battlefield floor, its roar nearly muffling out the screams of all its victims. At least a hundred orcs were turned into charcoal under this magic, and finally stopped the Greenskin's attack for the time being. But the giants continued to pound the walls there, each attack widening the gap so that more greenskins could rush into the walls.

Perrin knew the magician who worked magic, the high priest of the Church, a master of magic prestige. But at this moment, the master fell to the ground due to excessive exertion, and neither of them could help up.

On the greenskinned side, there are more shamans, hordes of shamans casting spells.

The musketeers in all four were already suffering heavy losses. After the Greenskins broke down the makeshift walls, the shamans turned their attention to the musketeers, who threw all sorts of evil and cruel magic on their heads. The fate of the musket-armed militia on the walls was even more tragic - several orc shamans teamed up to teleport an entire team of machete-wielding orcs to the walls with a powerful magic. The battle on the walls simply turned into a massacre.

Without time to hesitate, Perrin shot down a small orc leader with another arrow. He didn't have time to pick and choose now, but shot whenever he saw a slightly larger orc. He didn't even know how many orcs he had exterminated, fifty, a hundred, and his power was rapidly being consumed, and it took longer and longer to shoot an arrow.

It's barely able to hold out for a while, and I don't know what happened to Archbishop Rador Karl.