Several of his lieutenants and staff had already finished the task of organizing the defense line and returned to Comer's side. Now the musketeers are in place, condescending. Elite greatswordsmen lined up at the foot of the high ground, ready to repel any greenskinned counterattack. In a word, they have firmly held this high ground.

"You say, why are Greenskins giving up here?" asked Comer. From head to toe, Greenskin has been watching the coalition forces prepare for defense, and has no intention of counterattacking at all. Of course, in terms of troops, the Greenskins are also not capable of retaking the high ground. As far as Comer could see, there were all goblins in front of him, and there were few orcs.

Others also saw it. The situation is now: Greenskins have abandoned the more critical southern flank in favor of concentrating their forces on the northern flank. However, no one else knows the secrets of the vampire except Comer himself, so this completely counterintuitive thing makes them just think that Greenskin is stupid and has no plan.

"Where do those greenskins know the art of war? They're just messing around!" replied one lieutenant confidently. "My lord, let's attack, I'm willing to play as a striker!"

He eagerly asked for battle, and Comer shook his head. The current situation is really astonishing, and the feeling of not being able to understand the enemy's thoughts is terrible.

"Even if it's a greenskin...... And for good reason!" he whispered. No, there must be a logic behind it, otherwise how could it be......

"Your Excellency, you may have thought too much. Another lieutenant, Ha Luha, laughed. "In my opinion, maybe Greenskin didn't even know that this side of the road could be waded on foot. ”

They don't know what to do...... A flash of light flashed through Comer's mind. Indeed, if they don't know the way......

In the eyes of the enemy, the two battlefields of the north and the south are completely separated, and it takes a lot of time to go around in a big circle to support each other. In this case, abandon one side of the battlefield and concentrate forces on the other......

In fact, it's not surprising. The Greenskins must have explored the battlefield before the war, but with their lazy and stupid nature, it's not surprising that they didn't notice this place. In fact, if it hadn't been pointed out before, Comer would have had to study the map for most of the day before he noticed such a thing.

The favorable terrain on the battlefield is like this, half of it is detected in the field, and half is observed on the map. Greenskins don't have a map, so it's normal for a vampire posing as Greenskin's boss to not notice this detail.

Looking from the high ground, one could see that the battle line on the northern side was moving forward. Now, the offense and defense are transposed, and the greenskins can't withstand the brave assault of the Oren City troops, and are retreating one after another, retreating farther and farther.

"General, it seems that the cannon will not be able to pull up the high ground in half a day. We don't need to wait any longer!I'm willing to lead the greatswords as the vanguard troops!" Seeing that the allies had the upper hand, the lieutenant asked for battle again.

"No!" Comer ordered decisively. "Lead the giant swordsmen, cross the river immediately, and prepare to support the battlefield on the north side!"

"Your Excellency!" the lieutenant was stunned for a moment, then called out eagerly. From the look in his eyes, he thought that Comer must be a little out of his mind.

"It's an order!!" Comer ordered in a resolute manner. The latter's face was bewildered, but he could not fight such a sentence. He left. After a few moments, Comer saw the elite Greatsword troops beginning to cross the river. With the exception of a few who accidentally fell, the greatswordsmen crossed the river without encountering any danger and formed a group on the other side of the river.

The battle on the north bank of the river had dragged on, and the greenskins had surprisingly retreated—though the Oron forces in the midst of fierce fighting could not see anything clearly wrong. Then, the green-skinned chariot troops suddenly retreated, and the wolf cavalry and wild boar cavalry followed, and a large gap was suddenly vacated.

"Oh no!" Comer cursed under his breath, but it was too late. The Holy Knights didn't notice that this was a trap, and they excitedly rushed in pursuit of the empty space. Their commander then stopped the movement of his troops as fast as he could, and began to gather his ranks and line up in formation, preparing to surprise the flanks of the Greenskins.

What happened next turned the tide of the battle completely. It was a completely unexpected blow. A large group of trolls suddenly appeared in the lake, mixed with several giants. Greenskin had actually hid these terrible monsters in the lake before. In the blink of an eye, these powerful monsters had already slaughtered into the Holy Knights. The huge sticks in their hands posed a great threat to the unprepared knights who were forming a team. All of a sudden, these huge monsters killed the knights. The trolls were fine, these monsters killed at most one or two people at once, but the giant sticks in the hands of the giants often swept a dozen knights and horses into the sky with a single blow.

The battle on the entire North Shore was turned around in the face of this sudden attack. The knights were routed and forced to flee backwards, while the giant monsters pursued closely. The retreating green-skinned chariots and cavalry were also killed, and this time it was their turn to attack the flanks of the human infantry.

Victory slipped away from the Oren forces at once, and now the whole battle situation became dangerous all at once. Seeing that the battle situation was in the ascendancy, the greenskins let out a cheer of Waaaaagh in unison, and one by one rushed up as if they were in a war frenzy, violently attacking the front.

"You, lead the halberders across the river to support, let the three knights cross the river on foot, and the musketeers will also pass halfway through!" Comer sent several troops out in succession. This was the advantage of occupying this height, he was free to move troops around the north and south, which the Greenskins could not do. In the blink of an eye, he sent most of his troops across the river into battle on the north bank.

A reinforcement arrived from the rear in time and finally stabilized the battle for the time being. The musketeers began to shoot, a great blow to the arrogance of the Behemoth troops. A giant tried to charge the musketeers, but had to retreat under a salvo of thousands of bullets. At the same time, the mages began to cast spells on the high ground, attacking trolls with fire magic. The mages poured all the remaining strength on the heads of the enemy, buying the Holy Knights time to put things in order.

"Your Excellency, you must leave enough troops to guard against the green-skinned ...... on the front," Comer was reminded of the fact that most of the troops in the high ground were being sent. "In case they attack, then you have ...... here It's dangerous......"

"They were just pinning down the troops, and they had long since been abandoned. How could they attack. And what other troops do they have? It's just a bunch of goblins. We've got a general reserve on standby!"

Orcs are one thing, goblins are another. In a one-on-one situation, only a good warrior can deal with one orc, but even an untrained militia can not be a problem against two goblins.

The magicians have run out of energy. But they also achieved corresponding results. The retreating Holy Knights quickly stabilized, regrouped, and launched a counterattack. Victory has left the greenskins and is back in the hands of the coalition forces. Now that the coalition forces on the northern flank have numerically superiority, they are beginning to push the front back to the front.

"General, you may not have noticed...... The green-skinned pump cart and shaman didn't show up over there!"

"Maybe it's all broken on the way, right? As for the shamans, I don't think they did. "Because it's a green-skinned boss who a vampire impersonates with some kind of magic, it's possible to kill all the shamans just in case.

"Their ballistas, catapults, spider cavalry, and skoogs are all gone, don't you think that...... Isn't it normal?"

Comer came back to his senses in horror. He was about to give the order to bring back the troops on the other side, but a rumble interrupted him.

The goblin team, which had been standing still, suddenly there was a roar. A green cloud suddenly enveloped the goblin phalanx, and twenty or so pump carts suddenly burst out of the smoke and rushed towards the human warriors defending at the foot of the high ground amid the screams of the snotty spirits. Behind the pump cart, thousands of goblins shouted and charged with their weapons.

Of course, their synergy is terrible. The pump truck quickly left the infantry behind.

"Cannon fire!" Comer ordered. The cannon fire soon rang out, and a barrage of shells was fired from the top of the high ground. A pump truck was hit and turned into shreds on the spot. But the other pump trucks are still moving on.

"Why is there half of the cannon?" said Comer, frowning as he looked at the distant point of impact.

"Report, cannon...... Greenskins dug too many holes...... The cannon had just been pulled up and had not yet had time to take place. However, don't worry, General, our infantry have been trained for the pump trucks. ”

It was too late, and the pump truck had already rushed over. The infantry in charge of the first line of defense behaved calmly in front of the strange chariot, and although a small number of unlucky ones were knocked down, crushed, or even impaled, most avoided the front of the vehicle and attacked the greenskin's poorly crafted axles, wheels, etc. These crude chariots had already been overwhelmed by the previous march, and the soldiers had only to stick their swords or shields into the gaps to turn the forward momentum of the pump carts and break the axles. In just a short period of time, more than 20 pump cars were all reimbursed. At this time, the charging goblins had not even finished half the way.

"Cannons shoot freely!" The goblins don't really need to fight, they just need to scare. It often takes just a few shells to make goblins lose their armor and run away.

Suddenly, a green light fell from the sky and slashed the ground, and the explosion was accompanied by a deafening roar. The green light was in the middle of the gun emplacement, not far from Comer. Not only the gunners, but even the steel-forged cannons were knocked away with tremendous destructive power.

Comer looked up and saw a green cloud hanging over his head. In the distance, in the Goblin Honjin, a group of shamans wearing bark masks were performing strange dances.

A green bolt of lightning flew out of the clouds like a python, striking a cannon once more. Lightning swept through everything with the force of burst and destruction, just as a giant wielded a stick. The gunner and the cannon were shot away at the same time. A gunner flew in front of Comer, his whole body twitching, flickering green electricity spreading through him, haunting him like a beating ghost.

"Magician!" Comer shouted angrily, "Break the magic!". But at this time, a bolt of lightning fell on him. The strange and evil magical energy spread throughout his body along the armor, causing the joints of his body to become numb and painful. He gritted his teeth and held back the intense pain, while several lieutenants around him almost fell to the ground, struggling on the ground in pain.

Damn! they've been hiding shamans!

Comer's arm had stiffened and unconscious from the electric shock, and if it weren't for his divine powers, he would have to lie on the ground at this moment.

I don't know if the magicians dispersed the greenskin's magic, or if the duration of the spell itself has arrived. The green clouds disappeared into the sky like a mirage. Leave chaos and casualties at the top of the earth. By this time, the shrill howls of the goblins were already very clear. They rushed to the line of infantry, and the two sides rammed together.