While the coalition forces were arranging their troops with great fanfare, the orc tribes guarding the fortress of Severcro were also in full swing, and groups of orc warriors were gathered, standing shoulder to shoulder and waiting for the leader to give orders, holding shields and heavy spears and waiting.

Orcs may be simple-minded, but that doesn't mean they're all stupid - after the war of the fall of the empire, they already know how much advantage a castle and a wall can have, so when they learned that the human army was coming, all the tribal leaders immediately chose to stick to the castle, and only a few famous orc warriors and bloodthirsty wanderers were eager to prove themselves and chose to attack at night, only to hit their heads and bleed at the Noldor elves.

The crushing defeat of the leader of Kosai and the destruction of the Taar tribe, which was once so powerful that even Ashina had to have basic respect, made the orcs begin to understand the human liliang, and these orc tribes who captured the fortress of Severcro overnight and lost a lot of money will no longer easily disdain this human army that does not have to be much less of itself.

On the tower of the second wall of Severcro, a burly orc leader with a brown coat and a large shield axe and hammer in his hand was looking at the coalition front in the distance, and near it there were several other orc warriors who were not young in sharp cloaks, also looking at the colorful military formation.

"These human armies don't have the same flags - there are at least four or five clans of humans. One of the orc leaders said to the orc-clad man, "At least 10,000 people. ”

"Humans have the tools to throw little javelins far, we don't. Another orc, in a gesture of drawing a bow and shooting arrows, said in a muffled voice, "Let the men prepare more shields—thicker, greater." ”

"Half of Stola's men guarded the stone wall, and the other half guarded the second gate. The orcs, who had been silent, looked at them: "Half of you will guard the stone wall." ”

"Of course, the great Totosa. Several orcs roared almost at the same time: "Your will is our mission, and the northern tribes obey your will!"

Totosa nodded vigorously. Then he turned away from the tower and walked towards the gate below—as the leader of the Stora tribe, Totoxar did not accept Ashina's so-called "conditions" and chose to stand on his own. Tototsar, who was very prestigious in the north, immediately drew a number of small tribes with him to the north, leaving their newly occupied homeland, abandoning most of the human slaves, and heading north, calling themselves "tribes of the north."

Following the influx of human refugees, the northern tribes first arrived at the castle of Severcro, the majestic Fracture Mountain, which fascinated Tokhtarsa and saw the possibility of fighting against Ashina. At its instigation. The northern tribes launched a full-scale attack, taking the castle and establishing new tribes.

Of course, it was unlikely that all northern tribes would be willing to become members of this "new tribe", and soon many orc wanderers would leave Severcro and head north, followed by some smaller tribes - though Totoira didn't mind, as it would also be beneficial for him to rule.

None of the orc leaders would take the initiative to accept an Ashina, but every orc was crazy about becoming a leader like Ashina, and when he was just starting to emerge, he couldn't wait to show his great ambition and strength. The same is true of Totoxar.

The only thing it didn't expect was how quickly the humans would fight back - it had only been a month, and an army of apparently several human lords had arrived in the city, barely having time to prepare!

Aren't humans all cowering in their castles? Will they also have the courage to go to war with a powerful tribe?!

If Totoxar is given another half a year, it may be able to unite all the wanderers and small tribes. Become a powerful group and army, and force them to become members of the new tribe, but now, the passive to the extreme, Totoxar has to endure a group of disobedient and arrogant wanderers who self-righteously rush out to provoke the human army, and must consult with the leaders of several small tribes.

Orcs who have breached one human city after another. Now that it is also going to be the passive defensive side, it really has to be said that it is a disgusting irony to yourself.

"Boom--!!!"

At the very moment when Totoesar had just stepped down the tower, a loud roar suddenly sounded overhead. Like a flat ground explosion, it brings up countless pieces of rubble and dust and shoots out in a horizontal direction!

By the time it raised its head, the tower, which had been standing tall, had turned into a cloud of gray dust, and the sound of explosions echoed in its ears, and then disappeared without a trace.

Immediately after, the city wall not far away, the continuous impact sound sounded one after another, and it seemed that even the Broken Boundary Mountain was shaken!

The human offensive has begun!

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At the same time as the top of the tower was knocked out, a burst of cheers erupted in the coalition formation, shouting the name "battering ram" and excitedly banging on the shield to cheer for the big guy.

“...... A powerful weapon, if not a coincidence, must be blessed by a god. Bran's eyes widened, and his body sweated as he looked at the monster-like "battering ram": "Hit the tower six hundred yards away - what's the point of the city wall in front of this thing?!"

"This is the liliang of civilization. Theodore, on the contrary, looked calm, and even a little unhappy, but only smiled reluctantly: "Gentlemen, this is our time—a magical age, where wisdom and spirit give us liliang, far beyond the limits of the body, and a strong mind and superb wisdom can bring victory!"

"I prefer to believe that it is faith and ambition that bring people liliang, and that the gods are something we cannot easily guess. Bran muttered to himself, "Maybe it's a good idea to worship the gods of Rome." ”

Theodore had not closed his "eyes overlooking the earth" and gritted his teeth—the beautiful bombardment had not killed the enemy above—and it was clear that it was either the enemy's ranged unit or the leader or something like that. Since the other party has already suffered a loss, he will naturally not give himself a second chance.

"Herald, prepare Leoss, who is in charge of the battering ram. Theodore shouted behind him, "Destroy all the towers within my range - don't give these brutes a chance to observe our formation!"

"Will we stand a chance to take the northern gate today?" Bran asked softly, "Your goal seems to be to completely tear down this fortified fortress - even with a terrible weapon like a battering ram, it doesn't seem to be an easy thing to do!"

"If the great gods want us to take it, they will help us open its doors. Theodore smiled: "And today, the gods will only be on our side." ”

As if to verify what Theodor said. Bright and dazzling fireballs were thrown out and smashed into the outermost and thinnest walls of Savincro, leaving one charred black round crater after another on it.

There was a roar, countless scorching fireballs and boulders dragging black shadows smashing down with lightning speed, and the city walls were full of rocks and smoke and fire, and large swaths of the walls were torn apart to reveal the inner bluestone base, and wall tiles kept falling off the walls.

"Raise your shield, raise your shield!" the orc warriors who stood on the walls raised their shields high, forming a long wall of shields. The orc warriors guarding the gates of the city below also raised their heavy spears and shields, and one by one reflected a shadow.

At this moment, a fireball suddenly flew over the city wall, and the burning light enveloped the Liliang of death and purification, almost smashing straight into the orc army array behind the city wall.

The explosion of "boom-!!!" explosions, the sound of cracking, and the flames of death devouring life did not even have any screams, only a dozen bodies of coke were left in the originally tight military formation, and the coke was still twitching.

"They've got giants to help! The northerners have giants!" cried out an orc leader beside Totosa, pointing to the walls that shook as if they were drunk, "The stone walls can't stop the giants!"

"Cowardly coward, the northern tribes don't need your presence!" the angry Totoxar didn't give it time to say a second word. The tyrannical axe broke its spine, and the lifeless corpse was trampled on the ground by Totsa, and the bloodied face looked at the tribal warriors: "The cowardly don't deserve to live!"

"This is the will of the ancestors - the mighty orcs should not hide behind the walls, we should fight these arrogant humans head-on!" Totoxar cried out, "I, Totosa, the leader of the Stola tribe. Warriors who are not afraid of death come with me. Tell humanity who the real warrior is!"

!!!!"Whoa, who

The roaring orcs seemed to regain their courage, and the orcs who had been holding on to the walls began to withdraw, and gathered around Totosa, shields in hand, waiting for the enemy. Totoxar at the front of the first column. The sharp beast's pupils stared at the wall that separated the two sides.

There was another terrible roar and a great tremor, and everyone in and outside the city saw that the wall began to shake, and the sound of breaking came from the wall. The sound spread out along the ground in all directions, and then the sound stopped, and everything seemed to calm down again.

Then, as if a drunken giant had suddenly lost its support, the city wall collapsed with a muffled roar.

The smoke and dust flew into the air on all sides, and the billowing gray dust mixed with the large boulders that fell and bounced back into the air flew into the air, and then in the dense fog, those boulders instantly smashed down the city.

The silent orc warriors didn't even let out a scream before the stones fell to the ground, massive boulders rolling mercilessly, and paths paved with blood and crumbled flesh were opened.

As if he had seen nothing, Totoxar stood tall and tall. Holding a shield in one hand, the sharp tomahawk was raised.

"Brother Orcs of the North!" Tokhtazar roared, "Defend our tribe!"

(Oh!Brother Solomon's monthly ticket reward is quite timely, and we can enter the top 100 in the fantasy category by one and one more!) This is a level that Kongkong has never reached, everyone please encourage Kongkong, and the next content is all bloody climax!)

Zuihou, this book is about to come to an end, and what the future imperial government model will be will be determined by your choices!) (To be continued......)