"Hold on!"
Sodelor's voice was almost instantly drowned out by the roars of the Orcs. Although there were only 30 to 40 people in the first row, the wild impact still made the nobles at the back hear muffled roars like thunder.
The front line was squeezed and deformed. This was the first time the Barbarian soldiers had encountered these stronger opponents. They all raised their shields with serious expressions and used all their strength to resist the guys in front of them.
"Blessing of Power!"
"Shield Strike!"
"Boom!"
The neat formation of infantry collectively used this tactic to force the enemy back, but this time the enemy was not knocked back. Instead, they staggered for half a step and pounced again. The Orcs had strong bodies and extremely strong resistance. Unless they were critically injured by a longsword, they would always be as tough as a beast. If not for the Barbarian soldiers' excellent equipment, perhaps more than half of the soldiers in the first row would have fallen by now.
However, it was these pieces of equipment that were truly useful.
Although the Orcs' attack was fierce, it was quite a "three axes" style. After the first three attacks were unable to break the situation, the compression of the entire front immediately began to slow down. This was mainly because the Wolf Riders were not good at fighting on foot, or in other words, they did not know how to fight at all!
They fought completely based on instinct. Whether it was a battle between tribes or a duel between braves, there was no such thing as "formation" or "cooperation". Except for Sauron's specially trained troops, all the other Orcs were like this.
This also caused the Orcs' attack to immediately slow down after three minutes. Once they lost their momentum, they were completely suppressed at the bottom of the slope!
The advantage of being "higher up" was definitely not a joke. The barbarian soldiers were originally about the same height as the Orcs, and when they were in a position where they were uphill, every time they pushed and collided, the Orcs had to use 30 to 40 percent more strength to deal with it. The Orcs could withstand one or two attacks, but after eight or ten attacks, their physical strength quickly reached the limit.
"Ding!"
"Clang!"
The sounds of weapons colliding with armor could be heard everywhere. The Beastmen worshipped "one man can defeat ten men", and strength was everything. However, they did not know that when inferior weapons collided with superior armor, it would be very difficult to cause any additional damage other than the shock.
The nobles' private soldiers they had attacked before were basically all wearing leather armor, which was no different from paper in the face of the wolf's charge. However, the barbarian soldiers were wearing "fine iron heavy armor", which was made of thick material that ordinary people would not be able to wear. In addition, this was a face-to-face battle. The Orcs' Attack Power was greatly reduced without the Mount Wolf's support. Faced with the Tower Shield's defense, they felt completely helpless.
After three to four minutes of frenzied attacks, only three of the barbarian soldiers in the front row had been dragged to the back due to injuries. Meanwhile, the second row of barbarian soldiers had easily blocked the barbarian soldiers outside!
The city wall formed by the fifteen Tower Shields was indestructible. Although the orcs had a large number of people, they were unable to deploy more troops on the narrow ramp. This kind of "adding fuel to the fire" tactic, which was the most taboo for military strategists, forced Roddy to stand on the side of the advantage!
The short swords of the barbarian soldiers mercilessly slashed at the orcs. When the wolf riders lost the support of the Mount Wolves, they completely became a group of scattered soldiers. Facing the united defense formation, the first batch of orcs could only drag a group of wounded soldiers and retreat in humiliation after leaving behind 23 corpses.
"Did you see that? The enemy is nothing to be afraid of! "
Roddy knew that he had to maintain morale at this time. Otherwise, he would not be able to control the fact that the orcs would collapse without a fight. Following his words, the soldiers responded with shouts. Then, they chopped off the heads of the dead orcs and neatly placed them in front of the trench.
The nobles who had been looking terrible also let out a long sigh of relief. They excitedly raised their swords and cheered. Their originally hopeless mood immediately turned for the better.
However, the orcs in the distance could not tolerate such provocation. When someone asked Godard for permission to launch a second wave of attack, the warlord stretched out his hand and stopped them. He turned to look at the human camp, which was ready for battle, and waved his hand. He actually led everyone to retreat …
The orc soldiers were very confused and protested, but Godard was unmoved. He led the large army directly to the camp in front of the mine 300 meters away and ordered them to set up camp.
It was also at this moment that the sun completely sank into the horizon. The surrounding scenery turned from warm to cold, and then completely dark. The orcs, who were still indignant, finally realized the warlord's intentions. They calmed down and stopped making a ruckus. Occasionally, someone would curse softly, but then they obediently lit a bonfire and went to prepare food for the wargs …
"Don't go looking for trouble at night. They won't be able to escape. Even if we don't attack, they will rush out of hunger after surrounding us for three days. Do you understand?"
Godard was not a simple-minded fool. The area that the other party was stationed in was only so big. There was no food or water in this kind of place. How long could more than 400 people last without food and water? If he couldn't forcefully attack, he had to take the initiative. With Night Blindness at a disadvantage, he would not be stupid enough to ask for trouble.
Although that place was excellent for defense, it essentially cut off his escape route. From a military point of view, Roddy had set up a "dead end" for himself.
I thought they would have some solutions. I didn't expect them to be so stupid as to defend to the death. Heh.
Godard also didn't expect things to develop to this stage. However, he dealt with every move and still held the initiative. "Increase the number of patrols at night by three times. Be careful of them breaking out of the encirclement at any time. Make arrangements here. If these humans have any guts, send them to their deaths quickly!"
"Yes! Warlord! "
However, just as these orders were issued, the black-robed orc appeared in front of him like a ghost again.
"Warlord, it seems like you've encountered some trouble?"
"It's not troublesome. It just takes some effort."
Although they were cooperating, Godard had always disliked this sinister fellow. He waved his hand. "These fellows will die sooner or later. There's no need for you to worry."
"Of course, your plan is very reasonable. However, I can slightly assist you. For example … let those humans spend this night 'happily'."
Godard frowned. He had long noticed the hundreds and thousands of undead approaching the foot of the mountain. The other party's summoning technique was indeed terrifying. He didn't wish to have a conflict with the other party. After pondering for a moment, he simply agreed. "As long as you don't interfere with my soldiers, you can do whatever you want."
"No problem."
The black-robed orc's face stiffened and twitched a few times in the shadows. Godard didn't want to look at that creepy smile, so he simply turned his head and stared at the bonfire. The other party didn't waste any more time and quietly left.
Ten minutes later, the battle cries rang out from the human camp not far away. Some orcs looked up but were reprimanded by Godard. "What are you looking at? You can't even see the other party clearly when it's right in front of you. What can you see from so far away? Those who need to rest, rest; those who need to patrol, patrol! "
*****
"Conserve your energy. Those who need to sleep, sleep. Don't worry about anything else."
Two hundred meters away, Roddy said similar words at the same time. His calm tone didn't make people feel that the situation was critical at all. However, in fact, the zombies surrounding the slope outside were already densely packed and blocked the slope outside for dozens of meters …
The smell of rotting flesh and fresh blood in the air was nauseating. The soldiers of Rose Cross had a firm belief. Facing these undead creatures, there was only anger and no fear. However, the faces of the nobles and private soldiers were pale. The undead in front of them were basically the private soldiers of other nobles. Some of the nobles could even be seen …
The barbarian soldiers in the front row attacked the zombies in unison. However, the zombies didn't dodge or evade. Sometimes, they even opened their mouths to bite the tower shields. In the face of such an attack that didn't require any technique, the soldiers naturally didn't hold back. The rotating teams continuously cut down the zombies that approached them. If there were too many of them, they would take a step back and use the collective "shield attack" to repel the enemies.
This defense had been going on for more than ten minutes. The barbarian soldiers' stamina was constantly being depleted. Although the intensity of the battle wasn't high, if this continued, they would eventually collapse on the frontline due to exhaustion.
Of course, Roddy wouldn't just sit back and watch. After lighting some temporary torches, he ordered, "Let those who haven't fought in battles go to the frontline to assist in the battle. Let them familiarize themselves with dealing with the undead as soon as possible."
He turned around and shouted, "These guys aren't much stronger than the wooden targets on the training ground. As long as you can cut down the scarecrows, you can cut down these zombies. Do you understand?"
"Don't be afraid of being bitten. We have a bishop and three priests in our team. They're all excellent priests who have experienced the Holy War. No one will die! Remember, we won't die here! "
Morale must be constantly encouraged by this method. Rody's face was full of confidence. However, when he stood at the front of the platform and saw the increasing number of the undead, his heart was stretched taut.
"If we continue to rotate like this, we might be able to hold on until the sun rises tomorrow. But if the enemy keeps pressuring us, I'm afraid we'll be in danger …"
Sodelor was also worried. He knew that the biggest problem now wasn't the enemy but their own supply.
"Don't worry about that. Rest when you need to. At dawn, we'll counterattack."
Roddy reached out and took out a stack of scrolls from the storage box next to Train King. "Luckily, I was prepared …"
Not long after, "Holy Protection Barrier", "Holy Light Burn", "Gaze of the Gods", and other AOE spells were released along with the golden light. The screams of the undead creatures were incessant, and the offensive was slowed down for a while, allowing the soldiers to catch their breath.
But not long after, the next batch of undead rushed over, trampling over the corpses on the ground …
*****
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