While Talia was trying her best to memorize the exam materials, a battle had just broken out in the territory of the Kingdom of Casate, thousands of miles away.
It was night time. There were more than six thousand human troops gathered outside Fort Russe. This was the fourth batch of troops to attack this place after the Orc regime of Sauron occupied this place.
The first three batches of troops that came here all failed, but this time, Count Scania, the leader of the troops, was obviously well prepared. Today, when they arrived outside the fort, they dug trenches and cut down trees to make ladders and construction vehicles. Seeing that the city gate was closed and there were few people on the city wall, Count Scania was full of confidence. He even leisurely roasted a whole lamb in the center of the camp, with good wine and delicious food, as if he had a card up his sleeve.
These countries in the east of the Kingdom of Karen had disputes all year round, but when they really fought, they were always "small fights". A battle involving more than ten thousand people could be called an "epic war". Therefore, now, with more than six thousand soldiers, it could be called a "super army" that had never been seen in recent years. Count Scania was so confident that he even gave the order, "We must break the city in ten days!"
However, when the count was full and ready to go back to his tent to rest, a strange cry suddenly came from the back of the camp.
"What's that sound?"
He turned his head and looked. The faint light from the bonfire could only reflect the figures of the farmers responsible for the logistics troops. They were basically the villagers who were recruited along the way. Although the temporary camp was orderly, the people were scattered, and there was even a fight just now.
"Count Scania, it seems that there are enemies..."
The guard next to him said, because the sound in the distance had gradually turned into wailing. At the same time, there was suddenly a burst of fire. For a moment, there seemed to be a red wave in the darkness. "Boom!" A large pile of food was instantly ignited, and then the sea of fire spread, quickly making the soldiers panic.
"Sorcerers are attacking? What the hell is going on?! Pastie! Tell the people to stabilize the troops and don't run around! Form up on the spot! "
Count Scania ordered loudly. He was not a military idiot, and he knew that he must have been attacked. However, in the darkness, he could only vaguely see some shadows in the distance, but he could not see clearly what was going on. However, when the guards around him gathered, a wolf howl suddenly came from the side.
That was the sound of hundreds of huge wolves howling in unison. In the next moment, as though something had suddenly smashed through the barrier of darkness, a large group of wolf riders appeared on the west side of the formation without any warning, and launched an assault from a distance of two hundred meters!
Only the trench on the north side of the camp had just been dug. The ground on the west side was still flat. In fact, when the Wolf Riders rushed into the side camp, Count Scania realized that even if there was a trench here, it would not be able to stop them!
Because these Orcs and mount wolves in front of him were completely beyond his imagination. The shoulder height of the mount wolf was already more than two meters, and the huge wolf head was more terrifying than any magic beast he had ever seen. What scared him the most was that all the mount wolf riders were covered with simple but extremely strong metal armor!
Many of the panicked soldiers raised the weapons in their hands to block the attack, but they were only touched by the side of the mount wolf, and they were instantly sent flying. Their tendons and bones were broken on the spot.
Their weapons directly bounced off the mount wolf's armor, and many of them were even directly trampled by the mount wolf. After the blessing of Witch Doctor Sauron's magic, the lethality of this group of wolf riders was not any weaker than some small draconic magic beasts.
In terms of quantity, more than two hundred wolf riders were not even worth mentioning in front of the camp of 6000 people. But in the darkness, the Orcs and their mounts weighed more than three tons, and their bodies were covered with two or three layers of iron armor. They easily tore through the unprepared defense line and did not stop, but went straight to the center of the camp.
These Orcs did not seem to consider the problem of their reduced momentum. In the fierce collision and screams, blood covered the mount wolf's body, but the mount wolf riders with steel spears maintained the direction of the charge, directly killing their way to the center of the camp where Count Scania was.
There were more than a hundred soldiers standing in a defensive formation, firmly protecting the count. However, more than ten wolf riders charged forward without a care in the world. Even if the valiant guards used their bodies to block the first wave of wolf riders with their lives, the second wave of wolf riders still leapt forward, trampling over the crowd that was no longer in formation, and arrived in front of the count without any hindrance.
The three mages beside Count Scania released fireballs with all their might, but the armored Orc Warlord was still able to rush in front of them without any hindrance even after two layers of armor had been blown off. The Orc Warlord stabbed forward with its spear, piercing through a guard and Count Scania at the same time.
At this moment, time seemed to stand still. But the berserk Warlord jumped down from the wounded mount wolf and swung the steel spear in his hand. After shaking off the two guards, he swept the heads of the two mages.
At this time, the other wolf riders had completely controlled the situation. Seeing the Count being pierced through, the soldiers who were fighting to the death lost their fighting spirit and stood there in a daze.
Warlord Thapor threw away the bent steel spear, picked up the seriously injured Count with one hand, and tore off the other's head in an extremely cruel way.
The Count, who had been laughing and enjoying his food, was now thrown far away. His head was connected to several cervical vertebrae and was bleeding.
Without any superfluous words, the core guards collapsed on the spot. Shouts of "Count Scania is dead" rang out from the surroundings. At the same time, the four to five hundred Orcs behind the wolf riders slaughtered the scattered soldiers like bulldozers.
In the camp, the burning tents lit up the sky, and the morale of the resistance soon came to an end. The monster-like Orcs not only moved out by themselves, but also brought thousands of "auxiliary soldiers" who had been trained by them over the past few days. With the help of these humans, they easily defeated and captured more than two thousand soldiers. The rest were either killed or scattered in the wilderness.
At dawn, Sauron walked on the ruins of the camp, which was full of blood and burnt black, and held a funeral for the six wolf riders and eight mount wolves who had died in the battle.
Then, he executed three nobles in the enemy team who had been cursing loudly. When the brains of the nobles who had been smashed by the chain hammer splashed into the mouths of the other nobles, the young nobles who had come to the scene with the intention of "getting military merits" were so scared that they wet their pants.
They loudly begged for mercy, hoping to be loyal to Sauron.
The Great Chieftain didn't make things difficult for them and mercifully accepted their allegiance.
After that, he looked to the south.
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