"This bunch of useless trash!"
Lacor's vexed curses were quickly drowned out by the noise of the battlefield. He angrily swung the whip in his hand, and the explosive sound of the whip temporarily calmed the morale of the frontline. However, this did not stop the fact that his subordinates had failed to break through the city walls for the fifth time. Some of the soldiers who tried to escape were even whipped to the ground on the spot.
The seven-meter-long whip with a metallic tail was extremely powerful. A casual strike from it was comparable to a sword. Several unlucky deserters were whipped until their flesh was lacerated and they screamed in pain. However, this was still not enough to stop the current negative situation!
He did not want to give up!
Including the logistical troops, Lacor had nearly 4,000 Orcs blocking the way outside the fortress. But facing the tortoise-like city walls, the Orcs had no way to attack for two days in a row. They could only pile up more and more corpses at the foot of the walls, and watch as their morale continued to drop.
The Orcs of the grasslands never built any fortresses or castles. Their combat level was also greatly limited because of this. Charging on the plains and engaging in melee combat were not a problem, but climbing the walls of the fortress and forcibly rushing up against the falling boulders and hot oil was something that the orcs had never done before.
Because of this, even though the fortress walls were only seven meters tall, they still became a 'natural moat' in the eyes of the Orcs.
"Do I have to go back just like this? That fellow Sauron will definitely look down on me … "
Lacor was confident that he had a large number of soldiers, so he was the most powerful of the remaining Warlords. On the surface, he listened to Sauron's orders, but he had always been the one commanding the battles and did not care about Sauron's suggestions. However, the current situation was giving him a headache.
If they failed this time, his prestige as a leader would definitely plummet. This was not what a power-hungry Warlord wanted to see.
Just as Lacor was worrying about the problem of attacking the city, a messenger from the main army rushed to Lacor and passed on a message from Sauron. Although the Beastmen could read, more than 90% of them were illiterate. Thus, most of their orders were completed by word of mouth.
Lacor frowned when he heard Sauron's order, but he did not have the leeway to refuse. Finally, after thinking for a moment, he decided to carry out the orders of the great chief. "Retreat! We'll change locations before it gets dark! "
The so-called Overseer actually didn't know much about military orders. Lakor's method of commanding was the same as he usually did in the tribe. However, his subordinates heaved a sigh of relief when they heard the order to retreat. They quickly retreated from the vicinity of the city walls and regrouped their troops to advance in the direction that Lakor had pointed out.
A day later, more than 3,500 soldiers surrounded another Fortress that was 40 kilometers away. Siracor had not discovered this Fortress before. Now that he looked at it, it seemed like the walls were much shorter than the previous one, and the humans guarding it were not as densely packed as before.
It was obvious that this was a small fortress with relatively weak defenses.
This time, Lacor was not in a hurry to attack, because when a small team of Orcs from the main force arrived, they actually began to cut down trees and gather materials to build a "scaling ladder" on the spot!
Even if the Orcs were said to be stupid, not all of them were actually retarded. In the previous battles, they would also build simple wooden ladders to aid in their attacks, but because they lacked experience in building siege weapons, it was inevitable that they would fail. But now, this team quickly built six or seven simple folding scaling ladders. The Orcs did not know how to make wheels, so they simply used their brute force to push the ladders to the bottom of the city walls. Although their actions seemed silly and laughable, the subsequent siege immediately put the Fortress in danger …
This was the first time the Orcs were able to stand on the city walls of a human Fortress!
If not for the extraordinary skills of the Knights guarding the city, the Orcs would probably be able to take down the Fortress in their third attack.
Smoke rose, and the Fortress that was in a critical situation immediately sought help from nearby allies. The eight Efta Knights nearby immediately led their troops out of the city to help. After defending the city for the past few days, these Knights had already cast aside their initial fear of the Orcs. At this moment, they were no longer thinking about the strength and savagery of the Orcs. Instead, they were filled with a yearning for glory.
A total of about a hundred Knights and seven hundred Infantrymen quickly arrived in front of the Fortress where the fierce battle was taking place. Naturally, Warlord Raphael was already prepared for battle. He led the Wolf Riders and personally charged into the fray, crushing the Efta Knights in a single move!
The Orcs did not have the principle of "the commander does not enter the battlefield". They only recognized the strong and nothing else. Lacor was able to lead a tribe of ten thousand people, and his strength was not something that ordinary Knights could withstand.
"Hahahaha, kill them all! Don't let a single one of them go! "
Lacor was in an exceptionally good mood. The human Knights in front of him seemed to be well-equipped, and they were much easier to deal with than the Fortress that was difficult to conquer. To the Orcs, who were best at fighting on land, they would rather clash with the human Knights every day than climb scaling scaling ladders to attack the city. In just three rounds, three of the eight Efta Knights had been hacked to death by Lacor's battle axe!
The morale of the reinforcements instantly collapsed, and the Knights in the Fortress who had originally wanted to send reinforcements also gave up on the idea of leaving the city to launch a pincer attack. They could only watch as the Orcs slaughtered the reinforcements like they were harvesting wheat, but there was nothing they could do.
The Efta "Militia", who had never experienced war before, performed extremely poorly. They could even be described as abandoning their armors and running away like rats. It was not uncommon for three to five people to be chased away by an Orc. In the end, it was simply a one-sided massacre.
Lacor viciously vented the grievances he had accumulated over the past few days, but because he was fully focused on dealing with the reinforcements, he reduced the intensity of the siege. Just at this moment, another team of more than three hundred Knights whizzed over, and ruthlessly cut into Lacor's team from the side!
Because of the continuous chaotic battle, there was no longer any organization or formation to speak of on the battlefield. Thus, this team of Knights Wellington immediately caused a large number of Orcs to die. Seeing this, Lacor immediately led his guards to charge forward, but the leading Knight Wellington did not linger to fight. After leading his troops to kill a large number of Orcs outside the city wall, he decisively covered the team and the remaining troops as they entered the Fortress.
The cavalry that Wellington had brought with him was much stronger than the knights that had been defeated previously. Lacor was unable to organize his troops in such a hurry. He could only watch as the Stronghold was replenished with nearly three hundred elite veterans.
After another day of bitter attacks without any results, Lacor finally gave up on the attack. He brought the remnants of his troops and the few remaining supplies to another target.
This battle caused Efta to have a large number of casualties for the first time. The death toll was more than six hundred. If not for Wellington's timely reinforcement, perhaps even the thousands of people in the Fortress would have been slaughtered. Although the result was not bad, to Knight Titus and Sally who were guarding Hollier City, this was not a good sign.
"The Orcs seem to have suddenly become smarter …"
Titus looked at the movements of the Orcs on the sand table and made such a judgment.
What he did not know was that this was what Sauron had done after receiving a mysterious letter.
As the Great Chief, Sauron of course knew what this letter meant. However, the enemy suddenly sent a letter containing information about the territory and blueprints for the siege scaling ladders. He was more willing to believe that it was a trap.
But whether it was a trap or not, he had to step into it to know. That was why Sauron sent Lacor, the most powerful Warlord under his command, to test the waters. If it was a trap, he could at least use up some of Lacor's troops … But he did not expect that if Lacor had more experience in sieging cities, he would have almost taken down a Fortress!
Even if he did not manage to take it down in the end, the battle record of killing hundreds of humans was real. The morale of the entire tribe was indisputable. Sauron was excited, but looking at the stack of papers in his hands, he pondered more.
Among the humans, who was going against Roddy?
What was the purpose of these people to give him this letter?
His gaze stopped at the southeast side of Efta's territory … Obviously, the answer was not difficult for Sauron to guess.
*****
"Is that the Orc's camp?"
Merlinsera's voice was clear and calm in the darkness.
"Yes, the main force of the Orcs is there. Speaking of which, I have an old friend who should be there."
Roddy turned his head and looked. The Orc's campsite was not far from Fort Cohen in the north. As far as the eye could see, the layout of the campsite was quite neat, exactly the same as some of the campsites in the Cullen Kingdom. Such management ability was obviously not something an ordinary Orc could do.
"Old friend?"
"We've fought a few times. He should be the chief of the entire Orc army now."
After nightfall, Roddy and his team had already left the area where Elsen City was located. However, they did not directly enter the Gondola Mountain Range in the north. Instead, they followed the edge of the Nehemian Plains and headed towards the east of the mountain range. Because the terrain was higher, when they looked at the border fortress in the distance, they could clearly see the movements of the Orc army.
However, he did not think that the Orcs could do anything to Efta, so he was too lazy to think about what Sauron was doing. The team moved very quickly in the dark, which was naturally due to the various enchantments and enhancement spells used by the accompanying mages. The burden on the barbarian soldiers was almost zero due to the prolonged use of the Levitation spell. At the same time, they did not have to worry about vision problems, so they moved even faster than an ordinary army during the day.
After two days and two nights of marching, Roddy bypassed Tasman's fixed defensive line in the Gondola Mountain Range and the reconnaissance area of the fortress. Following the route confirmed by Houdini through the "prophecy" spell, they secretly crossed over a low and hidden valley in the Gondola Mountain Range.
Even Roddy was amazed by Houdini's powerful prophecy spell. He had only heard of similar routes that could avoid the surveillance of the undead, but he did not expect this archmage to be able to accurately mark the route on the map, and the error was less than 50 meters!
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