The first time they tried to cross the river, they were crushed by Northguard City. However, the orc army did not give up. The Red Sand River and White River could not stop the massive army.
The weather in the Northern Wastelands was extremely cold. Only the Harvest Altar was able to melt the snow around Northern Wastelands. Once they left the Northern Wastelands, the two rivers were frozen again. The cold weather in the Northern Wastelands allowed the army to walk across the ice.
Therefore, the orc army did not try to cross the river. Instead, they followed the river downstream and found a solid ice surface to cross the river.
Su Lun was not surprised to see the actions of the Orc army. Although the Orcs generally had low IQ, the Shaman priests among the Orcs were smarter than most human beings.
It was very difficult for an army of five to six thousand to hide. Suhlen's scouts could easily watch their every move. Plus, the Northguard City's army all had horses, so they were much faster than the orc army. Suhlen did not follow them closely.
He asked Harrison to lead the security team and two thousand militia back to Northtown City to guard the city, while Su Lun led the army downstream.
The Red Sand River and the White Water River flowed in different directions after passing through the North Town City. The Red Sand River flowed to the south, while the White Water River flowed to the east. After leaving the North Town City, the two rivers froze again. The Orc army needed to find a solid ice surface to cross the river and fight the humans in the North Town City.
The cold wind whistled! Night had quietly fallen.
After fighting and marching during the day, the orc army set up camp in a dense forest about three kilometers away from the north bank of the White River.
The trees in the forest had been cleared, and a large number of bonfires were lit in the camp. The Orc Allied Army only had a few tents, and the rest of the monsters could only sleep in the snow. Fortunately, there were many pine trees around, and the strong bonfires dispelled the surrounding cold.
In the tent in the center, a bonfire was lit. Some meat was roasting on the fire. The aroma of meat filled the tent. A few muscular orcs were sitting in the tent. They were chewing on the food in their mouths.
The Orc Allied Army did not have any food. Their food came from other monsters, such as Gnomes, Kobolds, and Gnolls. These were the monsters that they killed when they gathered the monster army. In fact, the Orc Tribe did not have enough food. In order to win, they had already attacked other monsters to obtain food.
The collected monsters were not only used as cannon fodder, but they were also used as food after death. None of the monsters objected to this cruel method. In fact, some of the monsters even took the initiative to kill their companions and eat them.
The cold northern wind blew through the forest, causing the bonfire to crackle. Other than the beastmen who were on night watch, the other monsters had already gone to sleep. As the descendants of the Burning Blade Clan, they knew the predicament their tribe was facing. If they didn't have any food, they would most likely lose the war with the centaurs.
If they wanted to defeat the Centaurs, they would have to rely on themselves. The humans had the most food in the area, and their target was the Northern City.
Chewing on the roasted meat in his mouth, Saron Fireblade coldly looked at the other monsters in the camp. The Gnolls' meat did not taste good, not to mention the fact that they had been starving for a whole winter.
The meat was dry and hard, with a fishy smell. In comparison, he preferred the meat of the Giant Horned Deer. The fat of the Giant Horned Deer had been roasted by the bonfire, and the boiling fat was sizzling. From time to time, one or two drops of fat would drip into the bonfire. Just thinking about it made him drool.
As an intelligent race, the Orcs did not like eating other human-like creatures as food. However, during difficult times, there was no other way to obtain food, so they did not mind eating these creatures. There was not much food left in the tribe. All the food was left for the warriors. The women and children could only eat one meal a day.
Some of the weaker ones could not survive the winter and had already died. The remaining ones were also emaciated. As the second son of Goron Fireblade and one of the higher-ups of the Fireblade Tribe, he knew very well what this war meant for the entire Fireblade Tribe.
If the Fireblade Tribe wanted to develop, they had to defeat the Centaur Tribe. Only by defeating the Centaur Tribe could they obtain enough land. If they failed, they would be expelled, and the Fireblade Tribe could only wander and fight for more living space with other tribes.
As the key to this war, defeating the humans and obtaining enough food was the most important thing at the moment. Only with enough food could the Fireblade Tribe continue and defeat the Centaur Tribe.
They could not fail! They did not have the right to fail!
If they did not obtain enough food this time, then the Fireblade Tribe could only watch the Centaur Tribe win and lose a large number of soldiers. The Fireblade Tribe, which had suffered heavy losses, would have to flee from the Centaur Tribe. There was no vast grassland for them to raise livestock! Every winter, a large number of tribesmen would freeze to death. Every heavy snow would kill a large number of livestock.
Hunger and cold made the Fireblade Tribe weaker and weaker. If there were no strong warriors in the tribe, then the Fireblade Tribe could only die out or be swallowed up by a stronger tribe.
Now, the hope of victory was right in front of them.
The humans had enough food, and the land they occupied was even more magical. In the cold northern wasteland, it was not covered by ice and snow. If they could occupy this land, the entire tribe would not have to worry about their children freezing to death in winter. Livestock like cattle and sheep could also safely survive the winter.
More importantly, after occupying this land, the Fireblade Tribe could attack the Centaur Tribe from both sides. At that time, the Centaur Tribe, who were already at a disadvantage, would have no choice but to retreat.
If the Fireblade Tribe completely occupied this land, they would only need to recuperate for a few years to develop and become the most powerful tribe in the nearby wasteland.
This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for the Fireblade Tribe, who had a difficult life. They might even lead more wasteland monsters south to defeat the humans and occupy a better place.
.....
In Suhlen's tent.
After summarizing the collected information, Suhlen began to think about the problem. He was not afraid of the Orc Coalition Army in front of him. Although there were many of them, in his opinion, except for the thousand Orc Warriors, the rest were just a mob. Not to mention, there was also Suhlen, a legendary master. The Fireblade Tribe also had legendary masters, but with the Centaur Tribe on the side, they could not spare any effort.
"Have the drows been arranged?" Suhlen asked as he enjoyed Kris's massage.
"Yes, it has been arranged."
In this war, Suhlen asked the drows to send a large number of people to participate in the war. In fact, Suhlen did not trust these drows too much. In the system interface, the loyalty of these drows was mostly between 65 and 70. Only a small number of drows had loyalty above 75.
These drows were capable in all aspects. The only drawback was that their loyalty was low. Although they had not done anything out of line for the time being, Suhlen was not sure if they would stab him in the back when the territory was in crisis. The war in front of them was a test for them.
This test was to determine how loyal they were. If they could not put themselves in their place, then the rights they enjoyed today would soon be taken back. He did not need a loyal army, even if this army was very strong.
The drow with the highest loyalty was Ayton, the first to pledge loyalty to him. After joining Suhlen's command, his strength had broken through to grade 3, and his loyalty had reached 92. Even the drow scouts he led did not have a loyalty lower than 80.
Male drows were generally more loyal than female drows.
Tapping his fingers gently on the table, Suhlen then said in a deep voice, "Has the stock of kerosene been transported?"
"It's all been transported."
"Let's give the Orcs a surprise tomorrow."
.....
After passing through North Castle, the Red Sand River began to flow south. Thirty kilometers away from North Castle, the river began to deflect to the south, and the river became smooth. At this time, the cold wind in the northern wilderness was whistling, and the river had all frozen by the time it reached here. The Orc coalition army chose this place to cross the river.
Suhlen had already prepared with his army. The Orc army in the distance continued to advance to the Red Sand River after crossing the ice surface of the Whitewater River. The Red Sand River was the battlefield chosen by both sides.
"Ding, a large number of hostile monsters have been detected near the host's army. Please pay attention."
"Ding, our army has discovered the Orc coalition army. The battle has officially begun. The number of enemies exceeds 5,000, and our side has 302 people."
Suhlen opened the strategic map and saw a large red area at a glance. These red areas were formed by a large number of red dots. Now they had crossed the Whitewater River and were moving towards the Red Sand River.
"Sir!" Accompanied by the sound of hooves, a scout rushed over on his horse. The horse exhaled a white mist. After rushing to the front, the scout jumped off his horse and said, "Five kilometers to the northeast, a large number of enemies are coming. Most of them are gnolls and kobolds, and a small number are orcs. There are 200 orc wolf riders among them!"
"Go and rest!" Suhlen waved his hand and asked him to return to the team.
At this time, the North Castle army had completed their formation. Speaking of which, the battle formation of North Castle was very simple. The first row was the longbowmen, and behind the longbowmen were the fully armed Barbarian warriors. The last row was the spearmen formation.
The attack pattern was also very simple. When the enemies charged, the longbowmen would rain arrows. When the enemies got close, the longbowmen would retreat, and then the Barbarian warriors would charge. The spearmen formation would block the enemies, and the longbowmen would shoot again from the back. Although the pattern was simple, it was good enough as long as it worked.
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